Ning Yi didn't argue, he drank three glasses very straightforwardly, the bottom of the cup was bright and the princes cheered for a while, Feng Zhiwei was also smiling, but there was a trace of suspicion in his heart.
He is in his own mansion, drinking so happily, it really doesn't feel right no matter how you look at it.
The wine orders were handed out one after another, each with its winners and losers, the princes were a little bit drunk, they seemed to have a tacit understanding, they didn't talk about government affairs, it seemed that they just came to Feng Zhiwei's mansion to drink and have fun.
Ning Yi didn't drink much, but he was a bit overwhelmed, his chin rested lazily on his folded hands, his jade-white cheeks were stained red, and his black hair flowed down like a mandala. The petals are dense, blooming in the misty night.
That kind of lazy expression is different from the usual high-end and elegant, which makes people's hearts flutter and they dare not look directly at it.
It happened that the wine glass flowed down in front of him, but he didn't get up, he hooked his fingers, and the wine glass dripping water fell into his palm, but he seemed to be unstable, and saw that he flew into the air, but tilted in front of Feng Zhiwei.
Feng Zhiwei subconsciously reached out to support her, the wine glass fell into his palm, before he could pass it to Ning Yi, he suddenly leaned over, put his head in her palm, and finished the glass of wine.
The smooth black hair fell down, and together with his moist and soft lips, brushed against her palm lightly, like a spring rain that wets the south bank of the river in an instant, and the sky and the earth are lush and lush.
Feng Zhiwei froze for an instant.
He bowed his head in her palm, the gorgeous and cool breath transpired together with the mellow and sweet aroma of the wine, intertwined into a kind of ambiguous and charming rhyme, he drank the glass of wine very slowly and for a long time, his breath sprayed in his palm, Itchy, wet palms, I don't know if it's the wine dripping from him, or the sweat that broke out suddenly...
Feng Zhiwei restrained herself, tried her best not to make any fluctuations in her eyes, and said with a smile: "My lord is too drunk..." She reached out to hold the cup, trying to push him away.
With a swipe of Ning Yi's hand, the wine glass fell to the ground with a clatter. Amidst the crisp sound of the golden cup being knocked, he said in a friendly voice, "It's my turn to take it... Darkroom Snow Neck Cherry Red..."
With a bang, Feng Zhiwei was on fire.
"Oh, I'm really drunk..." Ning Yi finished the sentence, leaned over and fell on her shoulder, and said with a smile, "Is there a place in the Wei Mansion for a drunk like us to sleep? Come, come with me..."
He held her arm, and leaned against her body, his fingers coincidentally landed on her neckline, looking at his gesture, as long as he pokes and hooks his fingers, she is really "cherry red with snowy neck in the daytime" up.
Feng Zhiwei had no choice but to look at the top of the pavilion, young master Gu, who loves to drink, was still drinking heavily on it, even if he ran down at this time, it would be too late.
She gritted her teeth, propped up Ning Yi's heavy body, accused everyone, and personally arranged for the drunk King Chu to rest.
The man fell into her arms, resolutely refusing to push himself hard, she supported him with her arms, half hugged and half dragged him to "go to sleep together", after dragging him for a long distance, she vaguely heard the second prince yelling from a distance: "Lao Liu is here!" The last sentence is not right, how can there be hot or cold? Fine wine, fine wine!"
Turning around the rockery, there was no one around, Feng Zhi smiled and said, "Your Highness, is the play over yet?"
Ning Yi raised his head, his eyes were misty, the faint smell of alcohol brushed against her neck, and he murmured: "Oh?"
Without waiting for Feng Zhiwei to answer, he stretched his arms around her, and whispered in her ear, "You are allowed to act, but I am not allowed to act? Hey... Qian Guchun is really hot, he fainted..."
Feng Zhiwei looked at him suspiciously, this man looked dazed and dizzy, he really looked like he was drunk, could he be overthinking
Helping Ning Yi into a guest room in Dongkua Courtyard, Feng Zhiwei felt angry, threw him on the bed, turned and left.
But he couldn't move, the person on the bed suddenly stretched his legs and hooked, Feng Zhiwei couldn't help but fell back and fell on top of him, the person underneath groaned, but with a smile on his face.
Feng Zhiwei was about to jump up immediately, she turned around in a daze before her eyes, and Ning Yi had already turned her over, imprisoned him in front of his chest, facing him face to face.
The tip of the nose touches to breathe and wants to smell, and each other's lips are close at hand, in an extremely ambiguous and intimate posture.
Feng Zhiwei tried to struggle, but Ning Yi's arm was like cast iron. Feng Zhiwei pressed his elbows tightly against Ning Yi's chest. Ning Yi let out a "hiss" in pain, and said in a low voice: "So cruel..."
Then he said: "You have always been so ruthless..."
This sentence was soft and soft, different from his usual three-point evil spirit and three-point condensed, after all, he was a little bit drunk, and the hostility and knots between each other were diluted, and his arms holding her gradually increased. She was very soft, and the strength of her horizontal elbow was also relaxed a little, but she tried her best to turn her face away, so as not to accidentally touch his lips.
"It's rare to get drunk once." His voice sounded like it was coming from his chest, with slight vibration and deepness, "It's actually in your house... I just don't know how long I can get drunk..."
Feng Zhiwei's heart skipped a beat, she just felt that this sentence seemed to have a deeper meaning, but she didn't know where to ask it.
The person under him didn't seem to intend to talk to her, and said in a low voice to himself: "I have to go to the Ministry of Punishment later... the subordinate of Prince Huzhuo beat someone to death..."
His voice gradually lowered, Feng Zhiwei looked down and found that he was fast asleep.
Feng Zhiwei was overjoyed, got up quickly, and lowered her head when she was arranging her clothes, but saw Ning Yi lying on the couch, his clothes half-unbuttoned, his black hair scattered on his snow-colored skin, different from his usual elegance, more charming and beautiful, He couldn't help being stunned for a while, and hurriedly turned his gaze away.
She stepped out the door, thought for a while, and locked the door. The entourage brought by Ning Yi was still in the front yard, and she summoned the guards from her mansion to guard outside.
The lords are all here at this time, she can't let Ning Yi have an accident in her house.
Turning the corridor, she stopped suddenly.
There seemed to be some subtle sounds in the wind on all sides.
The sound of the wind in the sleeves, the sound of footsteps passing over the roof tiles, the sound of fast speeding.
Feng Zhiwei stood in the corridor with frowned eyebrows, wondering what kind of people came to the mansion? He is an expert at listening to voices, but he also thinks about the people around him, why is there no movement
Ever since the prince reversed the case, she found that there seemed to be someone secretly protecting her around her, but she never showed up. This is why Gu Nanyi stopped following her all the time later, but he didn't say anything, and Feng Zhiwei didn't ask either. , Now there is obviously something abnormal in the mansion, but the invisible protectors of his own have not responded. Could it be... that the movement is not aimed at her