Murong Yanran held the wine glass, smiled disdainfully, and drank another glass.
"What's the point of claiming to be smart if you can't even protect someone?"
"Dr. Sun, the imperial doctors in the palace can't help. Who else in the world can save me?"
As she drank, Murong Yanran suddenly started coughing violently, her body shaking and her face flushed red.
Qin Yuan hurried to her side and patted her on the back.
"Jinlian, tell me." Murong Yanran's eyes were filled with tears, and she didn't know if it was because she choked on the wine. "All the meridians in your body are broken. How painful and uncomfortable must it be?"
"It's okay, it's not uncomfortable." Qin Yuan said as he patted and rubbed her back.
"Jinlian, it seems I've finally drunk too much. I actually heard his voice."
Murong Yanran suddenly smiled and reached for the wine jar again.
Qin Yuan hurriedly grabbed her hand, "Little Murong, stop drinking, I'm fine!"
"If I drink a little more, will I be able to see him?"
Murong Yanran said with a big tongue, complaining to herself, "I'm worried about him but I can't tell him."
"I can't tell him I want to accompany him."
"Even, he had to pretend to be calm and confident in front of his wife and His Majesty..."
"Pretend, pretend, what's so good about pretending..."
Murong Yanran bit her lip, her eyes sparkling, as if she was pouring out all the pain in her heart.
Qin Yuan behind him was also stunned, his heart was in turmoil and he was feeling numb and throbbing.
So little Murong's toughness was all pretended?
"Little Murong, stop drinking. I'm fine. You can rest assured."
Qin Yuan patted her shoulder, his eyes filled with tears.
Murong Yanran couldn't help herself, tears streaming down her cheeks. She choked and said, "I only hate myself now. Why am I so fond of literature and hate martial arts? I can't go out with him, I can't take the blame for him. This is a fatal..."
"Jinlian, I envy you so much for having such martial arts skills..."
"I can accompany him into battle and kill the enemy..."
"well……"
"The most useless scholar..."
"Qin Yuan...you must not die..."
Qin Yuan's soul merged with hers. He gently hugged her from behind and whispered in her ear: "Little Murong, it's really me. Look back."
Murong Yanran's body stiffened.
Turn around quickly and look at me, little Murong.
Qin Yuan prayed in his heart.
Murong Yanran turned her head, not only was she not surprised at all, she even smiled slightly, and unexpectedly raised her head and kissed him on the cheek.
"Little Murong." Qin Yuan called her softly with a trembling voice, hugging her tightly like fire.
“Hmm…?…”
Murong Yanran murmured softly, "It's great... After drinking more... I can see you healthy and well..."
Qin Yuan was startled for a moment, then he understood. He felt a pity and compassion in his heart. He kissed her forehead and said, "Little Murong, it's me. I'm really fine."
"Hmm? Yeah? Why are you so clear today?"
Murong Yanran touched his hair, his face, and his eyebrows with her hands. She tried hard to open her eyes, but her watery pupils were still misty. Suddenly, she turned her body to the side, lowered her head to the ground, and began to vomit violently.
Qin Yuan hurriedly patted his back, his heart aching.
After vomiting for a long time, Murong Yanran turned around. This time, the alcohol was surging and she was even more drunk. She fell into the man's arms with a dizzy feeling, her delicate body as soft as wet mud.
Qin Yuan looked carefully at the side hall and saw a bed at the east end, so he picked up the beauty, gently placed her on the bed, and pulled the quilt over her.
Then, when he was about to stand up to pour her a cup of tea, Murong Yanran grabbed his sleeve tightly.
"Where are you going? Why are you leaving just after arriving? Didn't you agree to see all the red mountains with Yanran?" Murong Yanran said coquettishly.
Qin Yuan sat back, gently stroked her cheek, and said softly: "I'll go get you a cup of tea, I won't leave."
"No, I don't want tea!" Murong Yanran cried out, "Just you is enough for me! I don't want tea or wine, I don't want anything!"
"Don't worry, I'll be back after getting a cup of tea." Qin Yuan coaxed softly.
"No, I want you to hold me, I want you to hold me." Murong Yanran raised her arms and climbed onto his neck.
It is hard to imagine that Murong Yanran actually has such a spoiled attitude like a little girl.
Qin Yuan had no choice but to give up and sat down for the time being. He leaned over and hugged her, saying with great distress: "How much did you drink..."
"How uncomfortable is this?"
In Qin Yuan's impression, Murong Yanran's alcohol tolerance was surprisingly good, and it was not an exaggeration to say that she could drink a thousand cups without getting drunk.
How much alcohol did he have to drink to get himself drunk like this?
Could it be gastric perforation?
A bar is a battlefield. There are countless wine gods and wine saints who drank themselves into the hospital in their previous lives.
"Yeah, it hurts, hold me tight."
Murong Yanran hugged him tightly, her whole body leaning on him, and the smell of alcohol was strong.
"Wait, once the alcohol wears off, you'll disappear again."
"How could it be?" Qin Yuan hugged her tightly and said word by word: "Little Murong, I am real, I am really here."
After he finished speaking, he kissed her forehead and eyebrows like raindrops.
"Qin Yuan..."
"You know, I've been drinking a lot lately..."
"I just want to see you and tell you everything in my heart..."
"This time, I drank a lot, a lot, a lot. I won't let you leave again in a flash."
Murong Yanran murmured.
"I'm not leaving. I'm not leaving today. I'm not leaving anywhere. I'm staying here with you."
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