The ministers' eyes lit up and glued their eyes to Lan Qian, Lan Qian, the head of the flower building, is the master of the first floor, beautiful, enchanting, even if they lose their daughters, it is difficult to see a peerless beauty, today, they can see it without a penny, such a beautiful blessing, how can they not be excited.

Lan Qian's eyes turned slightly, gently revealing a pair of jade feet, and sure enough, as usual, he had never worn shoes, and as soon as his white and tender feet were revealed, the hall remembered the sound of gasping.

The Fourth Imperial Maiden Feng Ming looked at all this with satisfaction, her eyes full of essence.

As the music sounded, Lan Qian danced in the hall, really charming, a pair of soul-hooking eyes did not hook everyone's souls, and the slender hand that did not talk casually hooked the wine jug and wine glass on a minister's table, and the minister didn't mind, just smiled stupidly.

Ye Fusang sneered, looking at Lan Qian with a smile on his face, how did she think that he was not as happy as he appeared now? That face, although it was smiling, the charm of laughter, but the bitterness in the eyes seemed to be able to drown people.

Seeing him constantly circling in the crowd, pouring wine for the empress with a smile, the empress drank it with a smile, and then saw him circling among the ministers. At the seat of the princess, one by one, no one refused to accept him, they all drank it one by one, while others drank it, he also drank it, some bold ministers and princesses took advantage of the gap when the empress was not paying attention, and their idle hands would wander over Lan Qian's body, but Lan Qian waved away those unruly hands with a flattering smile.

Ye Fusang frowned at Lan Qian's [shape] [remains] [release] [waves], this man, his alcohol consumption seems to be very good, drinking like this, aren't you afraid of hurting your body?

Ye Fusang was still stunned, suddenly, a burst of aroma came, only to feel a weight in his arms, the man fell softly into Ye Fusang's arms, a little face that was slightly red by wine, smiled up, touched Ye Fusang's cheek with one hand, but was slapped by Condensation angrily, Lan Qian glanced at Condensation, and self-deprecation flashed in his eyes, "Yo, is this son jealous?" ”

Hearing this, Condensation's cheeks were slightly red, and he still looked dumbfounded, but only he knew the boredom in his heart, as well as forbearance, the red cheeks were not shy, but angry, Ying Jixi directly ignored the emperor, regardless of the eyes around him watching a play, stood up, and glared at Ye Fusang coldly, "Shameless woman!" Then, with a flick of his sleeves, he left with great arrogance.

Murong Yan glanced at Ye Fusang coldly, and sneered, really, women are like this, if, if she looked like this man, that night, she wouldn't be like that to herself, right?

Thinking of the night when he sneaked into Ye Fusang's room late at night, Murong Yan was firm again, no, he couldn't always keep his eyes on that woman.

From beginning to end, Ye Fusang smiled slightly, looking at Qianjiao Lan Qian who fell in her arms calmly, the reason why she didn't push him away was because she knew that he was tired and drunk!

"Tired?" Ye Fusang asked lightly, and sure enough, the smile on Lan Qian's face froze for a moment, and then, he laughed extremely coquettishly, and gently wrapped his arms around Ye Fusang's waist, "The slave family is not tired, how can it be tired?" "Yes, not tired, how can he be tired, since he was rescued by the four princesses, he will never be tired again, anyway, it's the same, tired or not, that person is always giving himself a task.

Sometimes he really wants to ruin this look, but he still thinks his brother is in the hands of that woman!

Lan Qian poured Ye Fusang a glass of wine, "County Lord, drink it." Seeing that Ye Fusang didn't move, Lan Qian's smile became even more charming, "What, does the county lord want the slave family to feed you personally?" As he spoke, he raised his head and poured a glass of wine into his mouth, and then, the lip flap was directly bullied, and the purpose was Ye Fusang's lips.

Behind him, Shiyin grabbed the corner of his clothes tightly, watching this scene nervously, his eyes were red, and he took the wine on Shiyin's table and drank it one by one, not caring at all about the mother who was desperately giving him a look.

Seeing Lan Qian's purpose, Ye Fusang's head twisted slightly, and Lan Qian's fiery lip flap was attached to Ye Fusang's cheek, Lan Qian let the lip flap stick to Ye Fusang's face, his eyes flickered, sure enough, he was still disgusted, did she think he was dirty?

Ye Fusang's refusal angered Lan Qian, Lan Qian slowly removed the lip flap that was attached to her cheek, and sat up slightly, feeling a light in her arms, the heat on her face no longer existed, Ye Fusang exhaled heavily, just turned around, his jaw was pinched by a hand, and then, a fiery lip flap was pressed.

"Hmm......" Ye Fusang's eyes widened, looking at Lan Qian who was close at hand in disbelief, she thought that he had given up, and the spicy wine was poured into Ye Fusang's mouth by Lan Qian without leaking, and in the end, Lan Qian was not in a hurry to leave, but boldly stretched out his tongue and rampage in Ye Fusang's mouth.

The ministers were surprised by Lan Qian's bold moves, some were envious, some were jealous, and some were disdainful, but they were afraid of Ye Fusang, and they were all in a state of daring to be angry and not daring to speak, seeing this, the empress just laughed at it.

"Fusang ......" Shiyin had red eyes, her hands kept wringing her sleeves, how could she kiss other men, she had never done this to herself!

The condensed hand unconsciously clenched into a fist, and his blue eyes flashed a little dark, perhaps, he should let her know who is her husband, who can kiss her so unscrupulously!

"Hmm...... Let go of ......" Ye Fusang bit Lan Qian's lip, and as soon as he left, he coughed heartbreakingly, Lan Qian sat next to him, looking at Ye Fusang quietly, his slender fingers gently rubbed on his lips, sure enough, no one really likes Qinglou prostitute, this woman is disgusting herself.

"Give." Ye Fusang's lungs throbbed for a while, and with an indifferent voice, a cup of steaming tea suddenly appeared in front of him, "Thank you." Ye Fusang said softly, took the tea in Shen Yuechen's hand and drank it all.

Shen Yuechen took the teacup in Ye Fusang's hand with a complicated expression, and his deep eyes made it difficult to see the emotions inside.

After Ye Fusang calmed down, Lan Qian was already gone, and sighed leisurely, Ye Fusang was quite helpless, how could she know that the man of the female kingdom would be so bold, thinking that Ying Jixi was already an outlier, but she didn't expect that Lan Qian was the same......

"Your Majesty, according to the regulations, your country must also designate the prince to come to my Tianhe Dynasty to make peace." Just when everyone was still immersed in the hot scene just now, He Jia raised his glass and stood up.

"That's how it should be." The empress and He Jia had a drink, and then said, "I will definitely choose a prince with both ability and integrity to be in harmony with your country." ”

Hearing this, He Jia glanced at Feng Yan on the side, "Don't hide it from the empress, in fact, the empress of my dynasty has long heard that the thirteen princes are well-behaved and beautiful, dignified and virtuous, so I implore the empress to marry the thirteen princes to our dynasty." ”

Dignified and virtuous? Ye Fusang chuckled undeniably.

"Bang dang-" The cup in Feng Yan's hand fell to the ground with He Jia's words, Feng Yan glared at He Jia angrily, and got up, "Mother Emperor, I don't!" ”

"Stand down!" The empress drank heavily, and saw Feng Yan's eyes reddened, and looked at Murong Yan who had been silent pitifully, the person he liked was General Murong, he would never marry the empress of the Tianhe Dynasty, I heard that the empress was older than the mother empress.

"Yan'er, sit down." Feng Zhi tugged at the corner of Feng Yan's clothes and dragged him to sit down beside him, this is related to the diplomatic relations between the two countries, it is really hasty.

Seeing that Feng Yan calmed down, the empress smiled at He Jia formulaically, "The envoy might as well choose a prince again, I really can't get on the stage for the thirteen princes, presumably the envoy also saw it, the thirteen princes were spoiled by me, but it was very rude, if he was allowed to be a prince and a prince, he really couldn't live with the empress of heaven and the queen." ”

When the words fell, the empress secretly glanced at Feng Yan, full of reluctance, among so many princes and princesses, she was the most reluctant to give up this little son.

"The empress said with a smile, in Yichen's opinion, the thirteen princes are just right, and their playful and lively appearance will definitely win the favor of the empress." He Jia said, glanced at Feng Yan, and a fierce look flashed in his eyes, a mere man dared to dictate to him.

He Jia looked at the empress again, "Isn't it, Her Majesty the empress is reluctant?" ”

"This ......" is related to the issue of diplomatic relations between the two countries, and no matter how much the empress loves Feng Yan, she has to put the interests of the country first, and it is difficult to do it at the moment.

He Jia also saw the empress's hesitation, she was determined to ask Feng Yan to marry to the Tianhe Dynasty, so come, heh! No one can escape from the palm of her He Jia! And the bold Murong Yan, who dared to do this to her, and the man who was wild, seemed to be called Shen Yuechen, and none of them could escape the palm of her He Jia!

He Jia seemed to have made a great determination and stepped forward, "Your Majesty, if you can let the thirteen princes marry our emperor, I will definitely do my best to resist the Northern Underworld, if ...... If the minister guesses correctly, Beiming is preparing to send troops, and in a few days, he will reach the border of your country. ”

As soon as He Jia's voice fell, there was a burst of discussion in the hall, the Fengtian Dynasty and the Northern Ming Dynasty could not talk about diplomatic relations, but they were not hostile, I don't know why, since two months ago, the Northern Ming has carried out all kinds of suppression of Fengtian, and now it is actually an inch.

Beiming is a male country, their prince Gong Yushu, can be said to use soldiers like a god, and destroyed several of their cities in a snap of his fingers, and now, less than a month before the truce, he is going to attack again, although the Fengtian Dynasty is not so weak, but, after all, there is no such person as Gong Yushu who uses soldiers like a god!