C453 drunkenness

Hua Rong smiled as she scooped up a spoonful of water from the boiling water and placed it into the kiln's teacup. It was a jade green, rose red and white porcelain embryo — — That was no longer a cup of tea, but an incredible art piece. Lu Wenlong was young, yet he held onto his teacup and did not dare to drink it. He muttered to himself, "Mom, how beautiful is it?

"Son, drink up. Mom will give it to you again."

The child follows his mother's instructions, tasting the tea slowly, putting down the teacup and performing the proper etiquette, like a small gentleman: "Mom, I really like it. Later, I will drink tea often. "This tea is different from the golden tea …"

Hua Rong smiled and asked: "Do you like Big Gold's milk tea or do you like Mom's fried tea?"

Without thinking, he said, "Of course it's Mom's tea."

"The name of this tea is Song Cha, a top grade tea from the Da Song …"

"Ah, it smells so good. Son, Abba, come have a drink too …" Her voice was cut off, and a strong smell of alcohol floated over. She frowned slightly, and saw Jin Wushu walking in drunkenly. He was still wearing his golden-colored hunting suit, maybe quite a drink, his face red, his hair a little disheveled, his eyes wide like those of a drunk beast.

He sat down heavily next to his son and carefully examined the clothes on his body. His hair was tied up from head to toe, and from head to toe, he remembered that when he was young, he yearned for this kind of clothes. When he was young, he would even add a paper fan, with Su Dongpo's handwriting on it. However, as the years went by, as long as he was in Da Jin city, he would never wear such clothes again — not even in his own mansion.

His gaze landed on Hua Rong's body. There were no bows, no daggers, a pile of black hair, beautiful eyebrows, red lips and white teeth. Her beauty remained the same. Time, ah, perhaps she was injured too much, just specially looking after her? He extended her hand and picked up the cup of tea that Hua Rong had just poured and drank it all in one gulp. "Good tea, good tea, hahaha, I never thought that this prince would be able to drink such a good thing in his life, hahaha, this is great, great!"

Lu Wenlong noticed his mother's expression changed. Although he did not know the reason, but he smelled alcohol from Abba and asked anxiously: "Abba, are you drunk?"

"Drunk? Son, you are underestimating Abba. If the Abba was not drunk, what was the point of this? "Tea, tea …" He looked at Hua Rong with an earnest gaze. Where's the tea? Why didn't he pour tea for himself? Why not with that kind of gentle, kind smile? Why did it feel like he was looking at a plague? Why?

He reached out his hands, and seeing that Hua Rong did not move, she grabbed the spoon in her hands and filled it with water. She felt that the cup was too small, and said loudly: "Bring me a big bowl …."

His personal guard immediately handed him a large bowl. He took a wooden spoon and scooped up a large bowl of water. Seeing that the copper pot had dried up, he simply ordered his personal guard to pour a large pot of water inside, almost spattering it out.

Lu Wenlong saw that the Abba was not too good and quickly said: "Abba, mother isn't the way to cook it."

He glared, "How do we drink it? It was just a cup of tea. Why would he need to go through all that trouble? "You little kid, don't try to be modest."

This was the first time Lu Wenlong received a scolding from a Abba.

Hua Rong also stood up: "Son, you go to sleep first."

He was still worried, afraid that there would be another argument between Abba and his mother. After hesitating for a while, he refused to leave. Abba, Mother, your son will go to rest first. "

Jin Wushu waved his hands: "Go, go."

When he left, Hua Rong saw that Jin Wushu was still drinking and did not have any intention of leaving. Furthermore, the smell of alcohol on him was getting stronger and stronger, so she knew that she had drank a lot tonight. She lightly said, "Fourth Prince, please rest well."

Jin Wushu called out to her, "Where are you going?"

"It's getting late, I'm going to rest."

"This is your tent, where can you go?"

"Since you know it's mine, why haven't you left?"

He pointed to his own nose: "Haha, Hua Rong, you told me to leave? Why are you doing this? "

"Why not?" If you don't want to leave, then I'll leave. "

He jumped up and grabbed her arm, hard.

She struggled but could not break free. Her heart was on guard but she asked indifferently, "What is Fourth Prince thinking?"

"What do you want?" He grabbed her even harder, turned, and suddenly he was pulling her body around, holding her in place, looking at her clothes, at her high hair, at her smooth hands, at her long, slightly flustered eyelashes — those eyes, not the once familiar mist, not the misty weakness and clarity, but the firmness and indifference of a man's eyes — damn cold, like a man's.

This coldness made him even more agitated. He restrained her fiercely, "You should know what I want to do when you are in my tent, right?"

"Jin Wushu, don't try to pretend to be crazy."

"Pretending to be crazy? Do you think this prince has gone mad? " He gasped for breath, the alcohol almost on her face, and seized her by the wide, moon-white blouse, the faint fragrance of the candles like a woman coming out of a poem, light and fresh, without a trace of time, all of it as if they had just met and glimpsed each other.

"Hua Rong, if you live here, you should be this crown prince's wangfei. Isn't it? "

"Of course not!"

"Stay here forever, fry some tea for me, and have children."

"What a daydream."

"Hua Rong, I want you to …"

"You're ridiculous."

The two of them talked to themselves, both using their strength, forcing, and resisting. Unfortunately, Hua Rong's strength had been reduced by a bit, and was unable to break free, causing her to be enraged. She slapped his face: "Jin Wushu, stop acting crazy and act dumb."

The slap landed on his face, and golden stars appeared in his eyes. Jin Wushu was slightly more clear-headed. He glared fiercely at her clothes, loosened his grip, and then grabbed her collar with lightning speed. "Hua Rong, you think I don't know about your wolfish ambitions?"

"What about me?"

He sneered, and stared fixedly at her gown. "What did you change into? What did you give your son to wear, what did you comb his hair into a bun? You're still frying tea and cooking vegetables? What are you doing? You think I don't know? "

Hua Rong's face changed, and she pointed to the big chest beside him: "These were delivered by you. "If there is any wolf ambition, you are also the instigator …"

"I sent it to please you. I hope you like it, but I don't want you to use it to secretly ruin my son."

"How did I lead him astray? Is this considered bad? "

"Are you trying to goad him, to goad him, to get him to leave me? You want to bring him along to escape and leave this crown prince with nothing? "

"Jin Wushu, when did you become so suspicious and so unconfident? You are a dignified Fourth Prince, a hero whom children respect and an idol whom they worship.

"You still want to quibble?" Hua Rong was frightened by his ferocious expression and used all her strength to attack. He became even more furious and with a "sou" sound, half of her Single Shirt was ripped apart, revealing her shoulder.

This half of the jade arm appeared before his eyes. Under the candlelight, it was a sparkling and translucent white. His throat tightened. The desire that he had suppressed for so long swished up like a volcanic eruption.

She was here, this woman was here! OOXX is OXX, this is the true character of a man, it's not in vain for me to plot against you all these years, is it not so? He had done everything he could to bring her to the Yanjing, painstakingly setting up such a beautiful tent, doing his best to have her take revenge on Wang Junhua by giving her the princess' belt in front of everyone just for this day?

A man did his best to please a woman. His ultimate goal was to play OOXX with her.

A single moment of spring snack was worth thousands of gold, what could stop a man's most intense desire?

Especially when he was tipsy, he was half stupid and half indulgent.

The wine was a wonderful thing. If one was drunk, then one would be unconscious, but a little drunkenness was a different matter. One could take advantage of it and indulge in it, regardless of the consequences or the results.

Using force.

Three parts alcohol, seven parts consciousness, was the best time to use force.

Hua Rong was terrified of the pair of blood-red eyes. Retreat, no path.

She laughed: "Jin Wushu, if you really dare to pretend to be crazy from alcohol, you can forget about keeping your life."

He stared at her quivering red lips, not wanting to breathe at all. In his heart, there was only that sparkling arm, and there was only an irrepressible desire to hug her tightly in his arms. Hot, burning, unable to be relieved, burning within his body, tormented to such a comfortable state. Desire was the most delicious dish in the world.

He restrained her struggles with all his might, as if he had stood up and raised the iron dragon, and used all his strength to begin his victory. To possess a woman's body, one would be able to possess her heart! He lowered his head and kissed wildly. In his haste, he felt a touch of softness, like the best silk of the time, the most fragrant roses, and even a faint aroma of green tea. At this moment, nothing was known, nothing was important anymore. Today was the day of wine, and now was the time and place to get drunk. Who cared when and where the poison would break out in the Ming Dynasty?

Obtain, possess, this was the truth that he should possess at this moment.

Hua Rong desperately pushed away the smell of the alcohol. Seeing that he had completely lost her mind, she could not resist and suddenly bent over to fiercely bite his shoulder. Her mouth carried a bloody taste, but Jin Wushu did not feel any pain at all. Instead, he was excited, as if she was fighting a bloody battle on the spot. This was no longer just for a woman. This woman, she was the opponent, the enemy, the dream that could not be realized, the pursuit of prosperity – after conquering her, she could give an explanation for her many years of planning!

The crescent white Single Shirt could not endure such desire, so it started to crack and crumble. Then, he saw more and more of the skin he longed for, and its smooth and clean body, under the light of the candle flame, carried an endless temptation …