Although Zhu Yijun was drunk and fell asleep on the bed, his hand grabbed Bei Jue's sleeve and didn't let go.

Bei Juese couldn't break his hand by all means, and there was no way to pull out the sleeves of his shirt, and in the end, he couldn't bear it anymore, so he had to take off his shirt and rush out of the door.

Zhang Cheng, who was guarding outside, was so shocked that he didn't have time to ask, and Bei Juese said to him: "Where is the latrine?" ”

Zhang Cheng, who didn't react, widened his eyes, subconsciously pointed in one direction, and said, "Over there, go four hundred meters forward and turn to the right ......."

Before he could finish speaking, Bei Juese had already run in the direction he was pointing in a gust of wind. Although he has the ability to stay drunk without getting drunk, he does not have the ability to endure the toilet; Moreover, I had poured a large amount of wine on an empty stomach just now, and now the wine was churning in it and burning my stomach uncomfortably.

When he rushed into the toilet and hugged the toilet and vomited, in a dark corner in the distance, a black shadow quietly dissolved into the darkness, silently watching the movement on the other side of the toilet. When Bei Juese came out of the latrine and walked back, the black figure moved, and quickly disappeared without a trace.

As soon as he came back, Zhang Cheng immediately pushed him back to the emperor's bedroom, and said very dissatisfied: "The emperor has designated you to serve the bed, what are you running around?" Go back! ”

Zhang Cheng pushed him to the dragon bed very responsibly, and explained again and again: "You have to guard well within three steps of the dragon bed, and you can't leave." Seeing that you are the first day of bedtime, this is good, I will wait outside the door, and if you really have something that you can't deal with, call me. After explaining, Zhang Cheng walked out with no peace of mind.

Bei Juese glanced at Zhu Yijun, who was sleeping on the bed, and after frowning, he moved to a place three steps away from the dragon bed and stood with his back to the bed.

Suddenly, I heard Zhu Yijun shouting: "Wine!" Give me wine! ”

Bei Juese, who was taken aback, hurriedly turned around and saw that Zhu Yijun didn't know when to sit up, and he rolled off the bed and sat on the ground unsteadily.

Bei Juese was about to step forward to help him up, but he leaned down and threw up. After vomiting for a while, he rolled over and leaned against the bed, gasping for breath with a glazed gaze.

Bei Juese shook his head and stepped forward to help Zhu Yijun, wanting to help him back on the bed. Zhu Yijun grabbed his hand and laughed: "Xiaobei, are you still there?" Come, again, drink with me again! ”

"What are you drinking when you're drunk like this?" Bei Juese glared at Zhu Yijun angrily.

Zhu Yijun staggered to his feet, pushed away Bei Juese's hand and said, "No!" I haven't drunk you yet, drink again! He smiled lewdly with drunken eyes, and suddenly stretched out his hands to hold Bei's face, "I'm going to get you drunk, as long as you're drunk, I can do whatever I want, haha!" Huh? Beauty, when did you take off your coat? Can't you wait? Come, come over and let me kiss one. "After drinking and spitting out the truth, under the narcotic effect of alcohol, he honestly told his evil plan, and not only that, but also acted unscrupulously.

Hearing the drunk truth, Bei Juese suddenly became angry: "You! It's shameless! He forcefully pushed away Zhu Yijun's hands that were touching randomly, and without thinking, he raised his knee and hit him, hitting Zhu Yijun in the abdomen and knocking him away. Zhu Yijun was knocked unsteady and took two steps back, the back of his head hit the bedpost and then fell to the ground, he lay on the ground and struggled, but fainted without getting up.

Looking at Zhu Yijun, who fell to the ground and did not move, Bei Jue's anger slowly subsided. After calming down, Bei Juese was shocked to realize that he had once again made a move against the supreme emperor, and he was still angry and did not take a serious shot. He hurriedly stepped forward and pulled Zhu Yijun up, probed his snort and breathing, and then opened his eyelids, but he didn't see any symptoms of rolling his eyes or dilated pupils, he should just faint.

Bei Juese breathed a sigh of relief, put Zhu Yijun back on the ground, picked up the shirt he had taken off before putting it on, and then dragged Zhu Yijun back to the bed, and casually pulled the quilt over him and covered him. Covered the quilt and slapped his face twice by the way, but there was no response, and Bei Juese put down the gauze tent with satisfaction and turned around to stand within three steps of the dragon bed. However, I don't know if this pervert emperor is pretending to be drunk and waiting for an opportunity to tease himself, thinking of this, Bei Juese hurriedly turned back, faced the dragon bed and paid attention to Zhu Yijun's movements on the bed, if he had any movement, he could see it as soon as possible, and then make corresponding precautions, for example, beat him to death again.

Little by little, time passed.

In the middle of the night, everything around seemed to fall into a deep sleep, so quiet that only the occasional chirping of insects could be heard.

In the dark dormitory, there was a pair of eyes blinking desperately in the darkness, and the owner of those eyes was none other than Bei Juese. Although he was so sleepy that his upper and lower eyelids were constantly fighting, he didn't dare to sleep for fear that Zhu Yijun would have any intrigues, and he was still staring at the movement on the dragon bed. After persevering like this for most of the night, tired, hungry and sleepy, he stood with numb feet, so he sat on the ground and continued to stare, twisting his thighs from time to time to prevent himself from falling asleep.

A hard night passed. But Zhu Yijun, who was drunk and knocked unconscious, didn't know how difficult this night was, but he slept peacefully.

Zhang Cheng pushed the door and entered, followed by a circle of eunuchs, some carrying water, some holding a golden basin for washing faces, some holding face towels, and some holding clothes. Seeing such a group of people walk in mightily, Bei Juese, who hadn't closed his eyes all night, stood aside to make way.

Zhang Cheng walked straight to the dragon bed and bent down to call out through the gauze tent: "Your Majesty, Your Majesty, it's time to get up."

After calling a few times in this way, Zhu Yijun behind the veil rubbed his aching temples and sat up slowly. The head felt heavy, the throat was straight and dry, and there was no doubt that this was the sequelae of drunkenness. However, I have never tried to get drunk before and get drunk to the back of my head.

Zhu Yijun rubbed his temples and touched the back of his head, which seemed to be a small bag, climbed out of bed in a daze with his eyes closed, stood in front of the bed and spread his hands and waited for the eunuchs to change his clothes.

Zhang Cheng took the dragon robe from the eunuch holding the dragon robe, asked the eunuch to stand aside, and then glanced at the strong spirit of the north standing on the side, and said, "Xiaobei, what are you in a daze?" Why don't you hurry up and change the emperor's clothes? ”

Bei Jue said "oh", walked over like a wandering spirit, and shook off the dragon robe with Zhang Cheng left and right, and put it on Zhu Yijun's body. listlessly, he absentmindedly buttoned the emperor, and Zhang Chengcheng, who was flattening his sleeves for the emperor on the side, couldn't stand it, and reminded softly: "It's wrong." ”