There were palace people pouring wine for the ministers, and at this time, the old-fashioned old man Shangshu Gu Sifeng of the Ministry of Industry walked towards Xuan Ye with a wine glass.

Xuan Ye was originally sitting, sitting in a rough and uninhibited posture, but at this moment, his face was solemn and he got up to greet him.

"Gu Moujing marshal has a cup, the marshal has worked hard. ”

Xuan Ye is not indiscriminate, he holds the junior salute, "You are polite, where is your duty." ”

Gu Sifeng: "Although the words are simple, there are few people who can really bear this accusation. ”

Zhou Yanqing: ...... I seem to have been connotated, but I have no proof.

Next, a few more people came with a glass, and Xuan Ye saluted them one by one, but some people ended up faceless.

Like Gu Sifeng, Xuan Ye treated each other politely, but those who were not right-hearted, he rolled his eyes and slapped his face, the scene was very weird for a while, some people were embarrassed, some people were heavy, and some people seemed to be thinking about something deeply.

Half a day.

Xuan Ye got up and left the table, he drank very well, as early as the border pass, he claimed that he was not drunk with a thousand glasses, but after a cup of strong wine, he was really panicked.

He walked out of the imperial garden where the palace dinner was held, and a little eunuch serving wine bumped into Xuan Ye, and when he saw that he was abrupt, he was so frightened that he hurriedly knelt on the ground.

Xuan Ye frowned, he didn't care about this little thing: "Be careful!"

When Xuan Ye walked away, the eunuch knelt in place, but the corners of his lips raised, and then quickly adjusted his expression.

Zhou Yanqing's physique was weak, and the wind in the imperial garden on a spring night was cold, so she noticed that she was unwell, so she claimed that she was tired and left the imperial garden to the courtiers present.

She rode on the chariot of the King of God, but the chariot was wobbly, which made her a little dizzy. So he abandoned the frame and walked, and just sobered up.

However, just as they were about to return to Zichen Palace, the guards who followed exclaimed, a big hand stretched out from the forest, suddenly grabbed Zhou Yanqing's arm, and pulled the person into the garden for landscaping.

Zhou Yanqing was taken aback, thinking that he had met an assassin.

"Your Majesty!!"

When Lin Wenzhou and the guards rushed into the forest, they heard the sound of cracking.

The little emperor was pressed against a tree, and a powerful and majestic man leaned over to hold the emperor down.

Zhou Yanqing was about to call someone to help, but the next moment, a big rough hand touched her body. The sky shook, she was carried on her shoulders, the man lifted his breath and jumped, and after a few ups and downs, he shook off Lin Wenzhou and the others.

"It's not good, chase it!"

The voices of Lin Wenzhou and the others were left far behind.

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Boom!

In the cold palace, there is no light in the room.

Zhou Yanqing's heart beat wildly: "Xuan Ye, what are you crazy about!"

She was thrown by Xuan Ye on the dusty bed board, and she wanted to escape when she got up.

But the majestic man approached one step at a time.

She subconsciously wanted to take out the self-made arms shotgun a few days ago, but a pair of scarlet eyes looked like hunters, and the other party grabbed her two wrists, looked crazy, and pressed her to the bed.

followed by a wine-flavored kiss, full of masculine atmosphere, and the charm of pure yang was overwhelming, more like a wolf, as if he wanted to eat her alive.

At the same time, Liang Wenxi's ghost shadow was everywhere, and he shouted anxiously: "Xuan Xuan, let go of Xiangxiang, don't bully me Xiangxiang!!"

The little fool's eyes were red, and the ghost Yin Huai followed the sound.

When the ghost uncle entered the room through the wall, he saw that the two legs of the little emperor were carried on his shoulders.

"The dog is better than Xuan Ye!, I'll grass your uncle!!"