Imperial capital.

Minghaoxuan is a top-notch restaurant, a high-end place that integrates multiple services such as rituals and music, dancing, conversation, discussion, enjoyment, and beauties and waiters.

Inside the box.

Ling Qianyi was very scared. His legs were shaking like fallen leaves in autumn. He was holding a large wine jar in his arms and refused to let go no matter what.

In the seat, Qin Ye said: "Come here."

"I don't!"

Ling Qianyi held the wine jar and took three steps back in resistance.

Last time, he didn't know Qin Ye's identity, so he took Qin Ye out for a drink, and ended up being beaten by his uncle... naked.

this time……

He doesn't dare!

"To celebrate your victory in horse racing, let's have a few drinks and have some fun, what's the big deal?" Qin Ye said.

The three friends also nodded:

"Yeah, Qianyi, it's really satisfying to see Yang Wencheng running away! We must have two drinks, then we brothers will feel relieved." Du Ning slammed the table, agreeing very much.

"You usually love eating and drinking, why are you so timid today?" Su Mu also asked.

Ling Qianyi: “…”

You don’t understand at all!

Ren Anran was more steady: "Because...Princess Chen?"

He pointed out the problem in one sentence.

"You can drink, but you must drink tea instead." Ling Qianyi pointed at Qin Ye with a firm tone, leaving no room for negotiation.

Qin Ye refused to do it.

Because of the southern tour and the fact that she hoped Prince Chen would bring Prince Li with him, she had never known how to talk to Zong Zhengchen about it. If she drank a couple of glasses of wine, she could use the drunkenness to do it.

If Zong Zhengchen agrees, that would be great.

If he didn't agree, she could pretend to be drunk so that she wouldn't be embarrassed.

"That's right!" Su Mu slapped his forehead, "Ming Haoxuan has fruit wine suitable for women to drink. It tastes sweet and not intoxicating. It's just right for women!"

Ling Qianyi just remembered at this time, and hurriedly shouted outside:

"Someone, bring me a pot of pear wine!"

"yes."

Outside the door, a woman went to get some wine.

When he came back, he turned into a man wearing black clothes, with his head slightly lowered, and his face could not be seen clearly.

Knock on the door, lower your voice deliberately:

"Guest, your wine is here."

Ling Qianyi went to open the door, took the wine jug, and closed the door without looking at anything else. Several people sat around the table, drinking and celebrating.

drink wine.

Chat and laugh.

Get along well.

An hour later.

When they had enough fun, Qin Ye said goodbye to the others and set out on the journey back to Prince Chen’s Palace.

This pear wine is worthy of being called fruit wine. It has the sweetness of wine but is not intoxicating. The rich aroma of wine is still retained between the lips and teeth, sweet, rich, and endless aftertaste.

When she arrived at the gate of the palace, she pretended to be unsteady, with her feet unsteady and staggering.

When the servants helped her in and she saw Zong Zhengchen, she started talking drunkenly.

Let’s talk about the sky, the earth, and finally, the Southern Tour…

As she walked, she was brewing a plan. When she came to a relatively secluded and deserted street, suddenly, seven or eight burly men emerged from the darkness.

Rushed over and cornered her.

"Beauty, are you alone?"

The big man in the lead had a face full of flesh and stubble, and his cloudy eyes were filled with lust, looking at Qin Ye with ill intentions.

Others rubbed their hands, touched their chins, and laughed obscenely:

"Do you want your brothers to accompany you?"

Qin Ye looked down upon the group.

rogue?

thug?

She rubbed her wrists slowly, stretching her muscles:

"Seeing that you all have hands and feet, but you are not doing your job and are just idling around, I don't mind educating you properly on behalf of your parents."