After a few days, Mo Tingzhu, who had been quiet for a few days, couldn't stand it anymore and ran out to drink secretly.
He made a lot of bad friends. After all, bad habits die hard. He was only enthusiastic about what he did for a few hours and never paid much attention to anything.
Therefore, he was still feeling sorry for Tang Wan a few days ago, but now he has forgotten about her. He is really despicable.
However, this was a play between him and Tang Wan.
After all, although he was determined to change, he still couldn't let go of his pride.
If I don't achieve anything by then, it won't be too embarrassing.
He values his face more than his life.
He climbed over the wall and reunited with his group of friends.
One of the young men, who had a delicate and somewhat feminine appearance, smiled and waved his fan, "Your Highness, is your newlywed wife willing to let you out?"
Mo Tingzhu said calmly, "Zou Shen, stop being so sarcastic. What are you reluctant to let go of? This is a loveless marriage. Let's go. I haven't had a drink in a few days. I miss you so much."
"Okay." Zou Shen called the others around him: "Mingwen, Henzhe, let's go together. Today, our young prince will treat us."
"Okay, then we'd better obey your command." The two of them responded happily.
"Your Highness, there's a new brothel. The girls there are all incredibly beautiful. I guarantee you'll be satisfied."
Mo Tingzhu said indifferently: "Then let's go."
Several people got on the carriage, and Zou Shen poured them a cup of tea, which they sipped in small sips.
The brothel they were talking about was not really a brothel at all, but more like a dark alley. After walking around for a long time, we finally arrived there.
As soon as Zou Shen sat down, he asked the madam to serve him a lot of wine and food, all of which were strong liquor.
Even people who can drink a lot can't handle it and will choke if they take a sip.
Mo Tingzhu looked at Zou Shen and discovered something he had not noticed before.
Zou Shen served a lot of good wine and food, but he himself did not drink a drop of alcohol. Instead, he kept urging others to drink more.
Mingwen and Henzhe drank so much that their cheeks turned red and they spoke with slurred tongues.
Compared with Zou Shen, who has a fair complexion and is calm and composed, the difference is huge.
Soon, several of the stunning beauties mentioned by Zou Shen came in one after another.
She is beautiful, but the smell of makeup on her body is too strong and pungent.
Accustomed to the faint fragrance of Tang Wan, he felt a little uncomfortable when he suddenly smelled this smell.
He frowned unhappily. Seeing this, Zou Shen asked gently, "But this batch doesn't suit the prince's taste? Whatever you like, just tell me."
"I don't like vulgar women."
Seeing his serious expression, Zou Shen realized that he was not lying. He looked at all the beautiful women and couldn't help himself for a moment. Isn't this little prince the most fond of beauties?
Why does he seem to have changed his temper today?
"There is no girl in the brothel who doesn't wear powder. If Your Highness really doesn't like it, then tell them not to wear it next time. Let's drink, Your Highness."
"Someone in the family can't stand the smell of strong liquor."
"Could it be the prince's wife?" Henzhe had ill intentions and a teasing tone in his voice.
"Could it be that Your Majesty is afraid of a little girl?"
"I'm not afraid, but there's a saying that goes, 'Only women and villains are hard to raise.' They're really annoying when they torment people."
"Is that so? Then I'm afraid the prince doesn't like these things. So many people didn't come out to meet us. It must be due to the discipline of the princess at home."
"Why not give the prince a glass of milder wine, and he will be relieved of his sorrow."
Mo Tingzhu turned to look at Zou Shen. There was some anxiety on his face, as if he really wanted him to drink the wine.
In the past, although Zou Shen had also persuaded him to drink, he was not so eager.
Now, it seems like he won’t give up until he persuades him to drink a glass of wine today.
It's so weird.
"Okay." Hearing his promise, Zou Shen immediately smiled deeply. "Then I'll ask someone to get the best peach blossom wine. I hope that after His Majesty drinks it, he will be able to forget all his worries."
Mo Tingzhu patted his shoulder, pretending to be innocent and cheerful: "Thank you very much, you really understand my thoughts."
Zou Shen just lowered his eyebrows and smiled pleasantly, without responding.
The wine was served quickly. Zou Shen handed him a glass first. Mo Tingzhu took a sip, then pretended his eyes lit up, covered them with his sleeves, and poured all the wine into his sleeves.
"Henzhe, Mingwen, you two should try this wine too. It tastes really good."
In the past, upon hearing this, the two would have been eager to rush forward to drink, but now they kept refusing: "No, no, this is the wine that Brother Zou prepared for you, how can we take away someone else's favorite?"
Mo Tingzhu frowned. "Look at what you said, it's as if you didn't drink much in the past. You drink when I ask you to. What, do you look down on me?"
Zou Shen winked at the two of them, and the lover had no choice but to ask the embarrassed one to pick up a glass of wine and drink it all in front of him.
Seeing this, Mo Tingzhu was finally happy.
He quickly picked up another glass, pretended to taste it, then quickly covered his face with his sleeves and drank it all in one gulp.
Of course, the drink eventually slipped down his sleeve.
Zou Shen's condition today was very wrong. He was impatient since he came in, as if he had to stay here.
Soon, Mo Tingzhu's face flushed. "It's so hot! I feel dizzy. Open all the windows! The room is too stuffy."
Zou Shen's heart moved slightly: "Okay, Your Highness, why don't you take a good rest here? It won't be too late to drink after you have adjusted yourself."
"Zou Shen, what's wrong with you today?"
"Nothing, don't worry, Your Majesty."
"Well, okay." Mo Tingzhu turned over and went to sleep without any care. It really seemed like a casual question.
Zou Shen immediately breathed a sigh of relief. He thought that this stupid little prince had discovered something, but it turned out that he was still as stupid as ever.
He stayed in the private room for a long time. When he heard the steady breathing of the person on the couch, he finally pulled the two people, whose faces and eyes were already red, out of the room.
As soon as they left, Mo Tingzhu woke up.
Voices were heard from next door.
"Prince, I have done as you instructed. Can you please let my mother go?" It was Zou Shen's voice.
"Of course. This prince will give you a large sum of money. As long as this matter is accomplished, Mo Tingzhu will be ruined, their marriage will be at odds, and the princess will be heartbroken."
"Yes, may I ask you, why do you want to..."
"Tsk, this prince's fiancée doesn't like these two people. She's already a cripple, but she thinks she's so great. She always bullies people around in the capital. This prince has long been fed up with it."
He could tell that it was the voice of He Yi, the eldest son of the Marquis's Mansion. The two of them had never gotten along.
Mo Tingzhu gradually clenched his fists. He could feel the heat in his body. Even though he had only taken a small sip, he still felt this way. It was conceivable that if he had drunk it all, he would have been unconscious by now.
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