Wei Ruihuan tried desperately to break free from the restraints of the two attendants. During the struggle, his hair was loosened and his dress was wrinkled. After struggling to no avail, he was dragged aside by the attendants. He looked in a state of utter disarray, and there was no trace of the person who had just come on stage.

That majestic look.

Ye Qingwan raised her lips and smiled, remaining silent.

Everyone was dumbfounded.

A down-to-earth woman turned into a complete alcoholic lunatic in a short time.

Wei Ruihuan got so drunk after just one glass of wine, but Ye Qingwan still looked calm after drinking a bottle of wine.

This shows that there is absolutely no problem with this wine, and it also proves that Ye Qingwan's drinking capacity is really good.

Everyone sighed: This Wei Ruihuan is really unlucky. He tried to slap Ye Qingwan in the face, but instead he turned out to be ugly.

At this moment, on the pavilion of Lang Yuxuan, a man stood with his hands behind his hands. The shadow cast by the eaves hid his face, making it difficult for people to see his true appearance.

The door behind the man was opened, and another man in attire walked out and walked to his side. Seeing that he ignored him, the man in attire smiled and asked, "What are you looking at?"

The man in the shadow turned a deaf ear and ignored the man in Chinese clothes.

The man in rich clothes followed his gaze curiously and found that the place he was looking at was the high platform where Ye Qingwan was.

"Drunken by peach blossoms?" The man in the rich clothes paid attention not to the people on the high platform, but to the pots of fine wine on the square table. He said with regret: "You are really willing to give up. I have been begging you for so long.

You were reluctant to give it to me, and now you’re giving it to a straw bag to waste... Tsk, tsk."

Hearing this, the man in the shadow seemed a little displeased. He said, "Why are you here if you don't want to be your prince?"

"Isn't there something important going on?" The man in fine clothes leaned against the wall and said with interest: "I saw you staring at that idiot all the time. Do you think you have fallen in love with her? I didn't expect you.

The taste is quite unique.”

"No good words can come out of your dog's mouth." The man in the shadow scolded coldly: "Stop dangling in front of me. Go back to where you came from."

After that, the man walked away angrily.

Your Excellency Lou

The competition did not stop even after Wei Ruihuan was dragged off.

Having seen enough jokes, maybe she felt they were too boring, so Ye Qingwan sat with her legs crossed and her chin in her hands, and said lazily: "Who else?"

The people in the audience were talking like a pot was exploding, but no one came up again.

Some people were in disbelief: "Is this really the amount of alcohol a girl can have..."

Some people are confused: "Don't they all say that the daughter of the General Hussar is a idiot? Why don't I see any resemblance!"

Some people are unconvinced: "It's just a drink. What can it prove? A straw bag is a straw bag."

Someone else's focus went astray: "Not to mention, although this Ye Qingwan is a bit naughty, I have to say that she is really beautiful, especially the way she looked when she was drinking just now, she has a special charm!"

"Brother, your wife is still next to you..."

The discussion gradually subsided and the scene reached a deadlock again.

For a long time, no one came forward to challenge again.

The emcee was convinced and changed his previous contemptuous attitude and said with a smile: "I really underestimated Miss Ye, so the winner this time is Miss Ye!"

The master of ceremonies took the tray from the maid's hand and handed the lantern to Ye Qingwan. Ye Qingwan picked up the lantern and walked straight off the stage with a steady and orderly pace. It was completely impossible to tell that this was someone who had just drank.

As if she had just come on stage, people made way for her, but the look in their eyes changed from contempt to disbelief.

Ye Qingwan held the lantern in one hand and handed it to Bai Yanran: "Take it, it's for you."

Bai Yanran covered her mouth in flattery and began to speak incoherently: "Yuan, it turns out that you... went there just for me?"

Ye Qingwan smiled and said nothing.

Bai Yanran carefully took the lantern. Remembering that she was drunk after drinking a pot of peach blossoms, she couldn't help asking worriedly: "Are you really okay...?"

"It's okay." She pointed to her belly and said with a smile, "I can drink another pot."

Zhiyi also gathered around and looked at Ye Qingwan with admiring eyes: "The girl is so amazing. I wonder what other strengths she has that we don't know about."

Ye Qingwan accepted her compliment humbly and smiled brightly: "There are many."

A few people chatted and laughed and left the bustling crowd.

After the lantern festival ended, everyone dispersed. The female emcee returned to Langyu Xuan and went straight to a private room. She pushed the door in and said respectfully to the screen: "Xuan Master, she... is not drunk."

For a long time, there was no movement from behind the screen. The master of ceremonies did not dare to move, and his palms were cold and sweaty. It was not that there was no one behind the screen, but that the person behind the screen might be angry.

Suddenly, a sigh came from behind the screen: "It's such a pity. I originally wanted to keep her here for fun... Forget it, there are still plenty of opportunities."

The host's tone was calm, and it didn't sound like he meant to blame anyone, as if he really felt regretful. Even so, the female emcee was still tight-lipped and didn't dare to say anything.

"Please step back," he said.

The master of ceremonies responded and hurriedly left the private room that made her hair stand on end.

It has been two years since she came to Langyu Xuan, but she has never seen the true face of the master of the house. She only knows that this person has a weird temper and is unpredictable, making it difficult to guess what kind of person he is.

It is said that the master of Langyuxuan likes to torture and kill people when he gets angry, but this is not the most shocking thing. The scary thing is that others don't know when he will get angry, so if one is not careful, he may die.

No one will know why they died.

I heard that the previous emcee of Lang Yuxuan was like this, otherwise it would not be her turn to be the emcee now.

Thinking of this, the female emcee shuddered and did not dare to think about it any more. She just hoped that she would have less dealings with this mysterious and terrifying master of ceremonies in the future.

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"Miss, it's getting late, it's time to go back home."

The accompanying servant reminded.

Bai Yanran lowered her head, her whole face drooped, and she was extremely unhappy. She said lightly: "I know."

"Sister, sister!"

A childish cry came from the lower body. Several people lowered their heads and saw a child about five or six years old carrying a small bamboo bag suddenly appearing next to Ye Qingwan.

The child was white and fat, and looked quite round, like a white jade dumpling that had become sperm. A pair of big black and shiny eyes flashed at them, and there were two little ones hanging on his lips when he smiled.

Dimples are very endearing.

Seeing them turning their heads, the child was stunned for a while and exclaimed: "What a beautiful sister!" Then he tugged at the hem of Ye Qingwan's skirt and spoke to them in a sweet voice: "Several beautiful sisters, are you?

Do you want to put out lanterns?"
Chapter completed!