I don't know if it's the compelling aroma, the charming words, or the sultry hair, or just the aftertaste of drinking is too murderous, Gu Nanyi suddenly felt a little hot in his heart, couldn't help but raised his hand to support her shoulder.
He was just a little distracted at first, and wanted to help her up, but who knew that Feng Zhiwei suddenly became so drunk that she was about to vomit with an "uh", she was very self-disciplined, knowing that she couldn't vomit into Young Master Gu's arms, so she quickly reached out to cover her mouth , but Gu Nanyi didn't care, trapped her shoulders to prevent her from leaving, stretched out his hand to caress her back, a surge of true energy poured in, and suppressed the churning smell of alcohol in her body.
The whole audience fell silent, looked at Young Master Gu who was like no one else around, and looked at the somewhat ambiguous posture of the two, exchanged glances, and remembered a certain legend about broken sleeves that was popular in the Imperial Capital some time ago.
"Is Xiao Wei here? Hehe, the old man is here to bother you..." Suddenly someone came with a smile and a cup, and stepped into the door talking to himself.
There are several people behind this person, tugging at each other, and one of them said: "Scholar Hu, you dare to rush to the young man's banquet with such a small amount of alcohol, so I'd better protect you by this king."
Another person said: "Brother Six is careful. I'm afraid that Lao Hu will get drunk and sell his Meiji to us, so he comes running here, and wants to leave, whatever we want to go, let's go beg for a drink together."
A few people came straight, dragging and pulling. Before everyone could react, the first person stood on the threshold in a daze.
The second, third, and fourth were blocked, and the probe looked inside, and then there was a "hiss" and a gasp.
In the pavilion, the lord, Master Wei was lying in the arms of the famous wooden guard in the imperial capital, tears streaming down his face, while Gu Nanyi was openly holding Wei Zhi's shoulders, and gently stroking his back with his hands.
Broken sleeves!
Live broken sleeves!
The broken sleeve that openly shows off the style of broken sleeve!
Duanxiu, the most popular young minister in the imperial capital, who is openly showing off his style of Duanxiu!
Hu Shengshan, who was like a dried walnut, held a wine glass, opened his mouth wide, his eyes almost didn't fall into his wine glass, and murmured: "No wonder I found him in so many Qingming student groups at first sight. Different enough."
The second prince, who just came back from Shiwan Dashan in southern Fujian in the middle of last year, was tanned black and oily, and his black face also turned green at this time. He straightened his eyes and said, "I heard that the broken sleeve is very restrained." Yes, I don't want Master Wei to be so flamboyant when he breaks up."
The Seventh Prince stepped on the threshold with one foot, stepped back with the other, and ordered the Qing guests who followed behind him at any time, "Hurry up and write down the time and place. There will be many good stories in my "Miscellaneous Notes of the Imperial Capital" tomorrow."
The tenth prince with a round face and big eyes poked his head, and said timidly, "Brother Seven, remember to copy your miscellaneous notes to me when they come out this month."
The Seventh Prince rewarded him with a shudder, "Little tender brat who hasn't even grown hair yet, what are you looking at!"
A group of people each express their feelings, only one person did not speak.
He took the cup and leaned against the door with a half-smile.
The liquid in the wine glass was clear, reflecting his fleeting eyes, which floated lightly on the two embracing two people, but when they fell, they were very powerful, like a blade half-hidden in a scabbard.
Immediately he smiled lightly and said: "Everyone said there was a lot of fun to watch, and it was indeed a lot of fun. The talented scholars of Qingming Academy gathered together today."
Having said that, everyone's attention immediately shifted from Duanxiu to Qingming's party itself. The eyes of several princes and officials turned around on the faces of the students present, and the smiles seemed to have a lot of meaning.
"Sure enough, sure enough." The second prince held the cup, his smile was a bit cold no matter how you looked at it.
Most of those who are going to participate in this year's Spring Festival, all of them have come.
"It's indeed Qi." Feng Zhiwei was finally soothed by Gu Nanyi to calm down the pouring wine in his body, and raised his head from under his shoulder, glanced at the corner of his eyes, stood up with a cup in his hand with a smile, "Xiaguan found it so easily from Beijiang. After losing one life, it is almost impossible to see this prosperous imperial capital and peace world again. It has been a year since I broke up with my peers and friends. Your Majesty said that I would give the officials a few days off to catch up on the old days. The officials were going to pay a visit to the residences of some of the Highnesses. Coincidentally, today Come together too."
The second prince froze, and then remembered that Emperor Tiansheng had indeed said to let Wei Zhi take a good rest, and besides, Chunwei's main exam has not yet been decided, as the secretary of Qingming Academy, who can say anything after reuniting with the students? On the contrary, these princes are very busy on weekdays, and today they all gathered here by such a coincidence, obviously showing their traces.
Looking at the side, Ning Yi, who raised the topic first, stopped talking, and was slowly sniffing the wine. He hated this guy's cunning, and hated himself for his quick talk. He wanted to sarcastically say something to Ning Yi, but he was not here today. Lao Qi is editing a book recently, and Lao Shi will send him any good books he finds. Today, Lao Qi is here for a drink, and when he mentions that Ning Yi has a rare copy of Dacheng's "Fairy Sac", he asks for it repeatedly. He dragged here to cheat the book, Ning Yi was dragged here, and he said that he had lent the book to Lao Hu, so he invited Hu Shengshan again, and then they got together, and what they wanted to say at this time was inappropriate.
"Lord Wei, that's an afterthought." The seventh prince, Feng Ya Wang, is the most slick, seeing the second child frozen there, he immediately laughed and smoothed things over, "We have been here for a long time, and we haven't seen you come to toast, and we still want to baba Come here by yourself, do you still have the nerve to say? Fine wine! Fine wine!"
As he spoke, he grabbed Feng Zhiwei and ordered someone to bring a big cup, and punish him with three cups first.
The cup was brought over, it was as big as a washbasin, Feng Zhiwei stared dumbfounded, and murmured, "Come on, don't punish me, I'll just jump in and drown."
The crowd waited and laughed, at this time, everyone had already entered the hall and seated again, the new distinguished guests naturally sat with Feng Zhiwei, and Qian Yan, who was originally accompanied by the chief, knew that they were not qualified to sit with these princes and bachelors, so they were very self-conscious Some of them ducked to the bottom and exchanged glances with each other, all of them looked worried.
Those who come today are not good, and those who are not good will not come. Mr. Wei is alone, and he has wine, how should he deal with it
According to Tiansheng's rules, Hu Shengshan's old minister who has been the prince's teacher is the most respected and should be the first. The second should be Chu Wang Ningyi, who is the most important and highest-ranking among the current princes. Even Feng Zhiwei doesn't know where the nobles with hairpin tassels will be squeezed out.
Feng Zhi smiled and pushed Lao Hu to the upper seat, but politely bowed to Ning Yi, and guided his hand, "Your Highness, please take the seat, please, please."