I really admire Feng Yin's drinking power. These jars of fine peach blossoms have drunk her stomach, and the wine has just hit her face. Her flushed cheeks and somewhat lifeless eyes add a bit of rareness at first glance. Childish, much cuter than usual.
One hand was still pouring the wine, maybe he felt that the glass was too small, so he filled it up with a bigger bowl, and drank it all in one gulp, the wine spilled out in a hurry, wet his front, or slipped from the corner of his mouth. Down, also wet the front.
The majesty in Danfeng's eyes temporarily disappeared, and Wen Wen disappeared, leaving only a daze with a bit of sadness.
Feng Yin's appearance, if other people see it, maybe they will talk about me.
I raised my hand to snatch the wine he was bringing to my mouth, and under his dissatisfied gaze, I drank it down.
I said: "Your Majesty, don't drink anymore, you are already drunk."
He pressed his forehead, and smiled gently as usual: "Ziqing, I... am not drunk." Fill another glass of wine, and drink it with your head raised.
This started to slur her speech, and she said she was not drunk, who would believe it
Forget it, since Feng Yin is in a bad mood, let him go, but getting drunk is a troublesome thing.
I was sipping tea, he was drinking wine, two or three pots had run out, Feng Yin was finally drunk, her face was flushed, her brows were tightly locked, and she looked at me without blinking.
"Uncle Emperor..."
"Yeah." Taking another sip of tea, I looked into his confused eyes and agreed.
This drunken appearance was too different from his usual appearance, but this was the second time I saw Feng Yin drunk, the first time was... Sigh, it's been too long, I don't remember much.
"Ziqing..." Feng Yin smiled lowly, with a hint of hesitation.
"Um."
Thanks to him being able to get up staggeringly, and then staggeringly put his hand on my shoulder.
"Zhen... I, Xinyi..." Unknowingly, Feng Yin covered her lips, I blinked and was stunned.
He he he... what is he doing? Anyway, we are also somewhat blood related, how, how can this be! If this is seen by others, what will be the face of Feng Yin, and where should I put this old face of this king!
Without even thinking about it, I pushed him away with my backhand, and he sat unsteadily on the bed beside him, rubbed his eyes, rubbed his forehead, and was a little puzzled: "Qingling?" Maybe he was very drunk, and said As soon as it fell, I fell asleep.
Uh... It turns out that Feng Yin recognized me as his favorite concubine.
What... a sense of loss? I pressed my forehead, it must be an illusion.
Sighing, he took off Feng Yin's shoes and socks, laid him flat on the bed, covered him with a thin quilt, and called Xing Ren to clean up the bowls, chopsticks and jug.
Xingren responded, packed up his things without saying a word, and went out of the room. During this time, he didn't look up at me. Could it be that he was so angry because of my stare
I glanced at Feng Yin who was sleeping soundly, with her pink thin lips tightly pressed, sighed helplessly, touched the warm teapot, poured a cup of tea and took a sip, poured the tea into Feng Yin's mouth, and then slowly Step back to the table and drink the cup of tea just now.
This tea is taken from clear springs in the mountains and tea leaves from Shangte Gong. How nice it should be.
Alas, speaking of it, when I woke up this morning, I wanted to go out for a walk to relax, but I didn't expect Feng Yin to come, and she became what she is now, going out like this, leaving Feng Yin alone It's not right in the mansion, so we have to wait for him to wake up.
Zhengkong was thinking about it, and from the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of a faint corner of his clothes. I pressed my forehead, and I was speechless. In this palace, I can't hide my figure if I want to hide it. almonds too.
"What are you doing sneakily? Come in sooner, I don't know, I thought a thief was recruited in the palace, but this thief is really not capable." I curled my mouth and quietly watched the tea leaves floating in the cup , Listen to the words with Xingren outside the door.
Xingren outside the house poked his head out first, then slowly moved in, stuck out his tongue with a smile, and said, "How does the master know that Xingren is outside the house?"
I pointed to the corner of Xingren's clothes, "The clothes are not well hidden."
Xingren suddenly realized and nodded, quite ready to come back next time.
"Very busy?" Xingren shook his head and nodded again. I smiled and stuffed the paper fan on the side into Xingren's hand. With loose hair, she deserves to be hot.
"Master, your hair..." Xingren stared at me with wide eyes, and muttered in an unusually low voice, "Jiangcai thought it was a lady from some family..."
When he said this, I was drinking tea leisurely, and the last sentence almost made me choke.
I darkened my face: "Nonsense, your master, when did I become a woman? Besides, you should know me well, and you shouldn't see me as a woman from the back."
Xingren sticks out her tongue, giggling embarrassedly, revealing two small white teeth, the hand fanning the fan moves faster, causing the two strands of hair on my forehead to fly wildly, sometimes blocking my eyes, sometimes bringing eyebrows , It's so annoying, I simply drank the tea in my hand, grabbed the two strands of flying long hair and pressed it under my arm, and fell asleep with my arm on my pillow.
This false sleep turned out to be real, I don't know when I fell asleep, and I didn't even sleep for dinner during this sleep.
Looking at the bed at the other side, Feng Yin's figure is gone. I don't know why he left. The thin coat on my shoulders is either made by Feng Yin or almonds. But in this hot day, I can be afraid of me It's really...
I got up, went to the kitchen to eat something casually, took a jug of wine and went to the backyard to enjoy the cool air, looked at the apricot tree and went back to the room for a while. It would be great if he fell asleep and was carried back to the room by the servants, the king can't lose face again and again.
Sitting at the table, I lifted the cover of the wine jar, poured a glass of wine and drank it, wanting to get drunk but not wanting to, in a trance, but recalled the past, in the memory, he had a picturesque smile, gentle and elegant—
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"Siran, I finally found you..." Looking at the person under the light and shadow, the corners of her lips curled up, her usual gentle smile was so pitiful and memorable, and what she recalled was full of sadness, "I knew it, I knew Si Ran would not leave me alone..."
Yes, I will never leave, Si Ran in my heart will never leave.
He waved away the child who was throwing stones at me, smiled, put his clothes on me, and said something to me. I heard clearly, only one sentence——
"I won't leave, my lord."
He said he won't leave, that's fine, that's fine... No matter who you are, as long as you don't leave, everything is fine.
I knew clearly that he wasn't the one in my heart, so I jumped on it, as if grabbing a life-saving straw, and didn't let go.
I was running away, running away from the heartbreaking past, running away from... the fact that he was dead.