C183 Ordinary gifts and keepsakes

The sun was high in the sky, but Morong Gan could not feel a single trace of warmth. Instead, he felt a chill that pierced the bones, and his heart fell straight into the abyss.

A few steps away, that pair of children were in deep love. Their faces were red as they glanced at each other. When I peeked at you, my bashful and timid appearance really made his teeth itch in hatred.

As for Du Changfeng, the last time he said that he lost the bag she gave him, he already thought that Du Changfeng did not have that intention.

In fact, looking at it this way, the two of them looked like a match, especially when Bai Qianfan was dressed up today. She was probably wearing thick soled shoes, which made him look like a young girl at the prime of her life.

It was fortunate that in these past few days, he had taken great pains to treat her, even though she didn't care. Bearing the title of Princess Chu was nothing, and if his heart wasn't with her, then doing anything would just be a waste.

Morong Gan suddenly felt a burst of dizziness, supporting himself with the tree trunk, he took a deep breath, a feeling of despair welled up from the bottom of her heart. Forget it, there was someone in her heart, no matter how nice they were to her, she would not take it to heart.

After standing there silently for a while, he went to the front hall.

It was his birthday today, but it was his most unpleasant birthday. Twenty-ninth, next year was the year of his establishment, but what more could he ask for, the peace of the nation, the emperor being a benevolent king, the marriage of two princesses from the mansion, peace of mind, support of a family, wasn't everyone living the same way?

However, the more he thought about it, the more painful it was that he didn't want to live, and if he tasted love, it would be better. Tasting it down would simply take his life, and only after living for a long time would he know what it felt like to like someone.

Prince Chu sighed in his heart and poured the alcohol into his mouth. He said that it was more worrisome to drink alcohol than to worry about others, since he had a good tolerance for alcohol, and had drank a lot during this meeting, so even if someone came to toast him, he would still drink until he was dizzy. The figure in front of him started to sway, who knows who it was?

Ning Jiu followed beside him. Seeing him stagger, he took the wine cup from him and helped him drink, causing Morong Gan to be enraged. He kicked over and asked, "What kind of thing was that, who let you take it?"

Ning Jiu was kicked about 30 feet away, luckily he was not knocked to the ground. He did not make a sound even after being kicked, and continued to stand behind him, gently urging: "Prince, if you keep on drinking, it's too high."

"This King is willing!" Morong Gan glared at him, "This king is happy today, and wanting to get drunk will cause you no end of trouble!"

The person beside him added, "Yes, yes, yes. Your highness, please be happy today. We will definitely get drunk. Come, everyone, drink up and fill up your highness' cup."

Only Ning Jiu could see the loneliness in Morong Gan's eyes. Although he did not know what had happened, it was most likely related to the Little Princess, and now that the Duke was happy and angry, it was all related to the Little Princess. Did the Little Princess not give him a present, or did the two of them have a dispute? He shook his head. The brilliant and mighty Prince Chu's road to love was a little bumpy …

The more he thought about it, the more clear-headed Morong Gan became. He poured a cup of wine into his mouth, his heart was as bright as a mirror, his face was red like he was on edge, a fake smile hung at the corner of his mouth, but his eyes were dark and gloomy, anyone who saw him would shiver uncontrollably.

Hao Pingguan, Jia Tong and the various stewards were helping to send off the guests. Morong Gan sat there drinking a cup of alcohol and returned to his Huailin Pavilion. When Ning Jiu came to help him, he was pushed back.

Coincidentally, why were they under the osmanthus tree?

Morong Gan thought he was drunk and started to hallucinate, but Ning Jiu stopped behind him and said, "It's the princess and Provincial Commander-in-chief."

He had seen it before in her room, saying that it was embroidered for Lv He. Turns out that it was meant for him, obviously it was meant for him, but that Du Changfeng threw it away previously, so he had added another one for him.

She treated Du Changfeng so well, and if she can make up for it after throwing it away, what about him? That pouch full of threads was still in his large pouch, carrying it with him every day, as if it were a precious treasure. At night, when he slept, he would put it under his pillow, she had personally embroidered it, and he had never seen her heart so carefully before.

But even if he really lost it, she wouldn't give him another one. Giving him a normal present and Du Changfeng a keepsake, that was different.

He only felt an excruciating pain in his chest, as if someone had used a sharp knife to make a huge hole.

However, the more it was like that, the calmer his expression became. His eyes were somewhat blank as he slowly walked over.

Seeing him walk over, Du Changfeng immediately hid the bag in his hand, lowering his body and bowing, he laughed: "The Prince's alcohol capacity is truly amazing, this subordinate truly admires you, the Prince can rest, this subordinate will take his leave."

Morong Gan pretended to be displeased, "Why are you leaving when this king has arrived? You're not talking bad about me behind my back, are you? "

"Hello," Bai Qianfan interrupted, "You said that you have a kind heart and treat me like a sister. You treat me so well."

After Morong Gan heard this, he wanted to vomit blood in his heart. Everyone understood what kind of girl he was.

He ignored her and said to Du Changfeng, "I couldn't finish the last time I drank. Next time, maybe next time, when I have time, I'll drink to my heart's content with you."

Du Changfeng smiled as he agreed, and then bid his farewell once again. In the end, Bai Qianfan was still a member of the household, so it did not make sense for them to meet like this. In any case, there would be plenty of opportunities to meet again in the future, and he wasn't in a hurry to meet her again after so long.

When Du Changfeng left, Bai Qianfan turned around with the intention to support Morong Gan, but was shaken off by him. Without saying a word, with a gloomy face, she strode forward.

Bai Qianfan was stunned and asked Ning Jiu, "What happened to the Prince?"

Ning Jiu did not have a smile on his face, his expression bland. "Your highness should be drunk, Princess, there's no need to take it to heart."

Bai Qianfan had seen too many moods on Morong Gan's face, so she obviously wouldn't take this to heart. Furthermore, he was just about to give up on her birthday, so she suddenly remembered that the present was still in her sleeves and chased after her.