"Watching a play?"

Nan Baoyi glanced at the six pots of fine wine.

She smiled and put her hand on Xiao Yi's palm.

Xiao Yi grabbed her delicate body, spun up, and landed steadily on the red lacquer beam.

After half a cup of tea.

The noble son in white clothes and snow slowly stepped into the hall with his hands wrapped in wide sleeves.

He looked around, and his delicate eyebrows couldn't help frowning, "I obviously listened to the maid, and the second aunt was talking to people here, why did it only take a while to disappear?" ”

He originally wanted to hook up with his second aunt and ask her to write a letter to his eldest aunt quietly and send someone to pick him up in Nanyue......

Jiang Suihan followed behind him and shook the folding fan gently, "Shen, it's not me, you're also a big man, why do you always want to go home to find your mother?" If you come to it, you will be safe, our brothers will work together to make meritorious contributions, what's wrong? ”

Shen Yichao was silent.

He sat down behind the low desk and saw that it was full of wine.

Each pot is exquisite, and barely worthy of his status.

He rolled up his sleeves and poured a glass of wine.

His eyebrows were slightly worried, "More than two hundred years ago, under the unification of Dayong's annexation of various countries, what kind of scenery? But later, the princes rebelled...... The South Vietnamese royal family is one of the mutineers! Standing on the soil of South Vietnam, I endure all the time! ”

He poured another glass of wine and drank it with his head raised in grief.

"The general is not the king's land, and the shore of the land is not the king's minister." Jiang Suihan leaned against the window, looking at the garden scenery with a smile, "With Dayong in my heart, the land I stand on is also the land of Dayong." Shen, you're just too persistent. ”

"Doctor Jiang is used to freedom, and he doesn't understand the grief and anger of my Dayongshi clan. Sooner or later, my Dayong's iron cavalry will set foot on the countries and recreate a peaceful and prosperous world! ”

After Shen Yichao finished, he drank a glass of wine again.

Exiled in a foreign country, the family and country are restless......

I have to see with my own eyes how the princes who bowed to Dayong in the past turned into royal families and enjoyed the wind banquet in a beautiful way.

The grievances of the past few days have quietly fermented in today's excitement.

The noble son, who has never been bright and indifferent like water, drinks one after another.

In just a moment, the elixir and jade liquid in the white jade pot were all drunk.

Fortunately, there were five jugs of wine on the table.

His eyes are peach blossom red, his white cheeks seem to be dyed with rouge, his thin lips are stained with crystal wine, his long eyes are like a peony, and his slightly drunk appearance is particularly beautiful and moving, as if the spring water blown by the warm wind of March.

Red lacquered beams.

Nan Baoyi stretched out her head and looked dumbfounded.

She estimated that the wine was all spiced.

Now Shen Yichao's appearance confirms her guess.

She sneered: "Second brother, do you want to stop him?" ”

Xiao Yi hugged her.

The girl was delicate and soft, and it was sweet and fragrant in his arms, and he was reluctant to let go.

He bowed his head, his thin lips deliberately pressed against the girl's ear, "The cold smoke is in the Nanfu Garden, don't be afraid." ”

Nan Baoyi was speechless.

Listening to the meaning of the second brother, it seems to be ......

Without waiting for her to think about it, Jiang Suihan walked from the window to the low case.

He looked at Shen Yichao in surprise, "Shen, why are you so drunk?!" ”

Shen Yichao was lying on the low table, with fine crystal tears on his eyelashes, looking at him through hazy tears, and unconsciously biting his red lip.

Jiang Suihan finally sensed that something was wrong.

He sniffed Shen Yichao's wine cup, and his face turned pale instantly.

He lifted the lids of the other flasks and sniffed them one by one, making his face even more ugly.

Who sent so much cooking wine?!

If you drink it all, who the can handle it?!

Just as he was nervously checking, Shen Yichao suddenly touched his hand ambiguously.

The drunken and slightly drunk noble son, squinting at his beautiful and delicate eyes, said gently: "I look at the lady, the eyebrows are clear and the eyes are beautiful......"

Jiang Suihan's goosebumps all over his body are up!

He shook off Shen Yichao's hand and raised his foot to kick him to the ground!

He shook his fan violently and said sharply: "With such a strong medicine, I am an immortal, and I can't save you!" Shen, what do you want me to do? Can you drink whatever you pick up?! ”

Seeing that Shen Yichao's situation was getting worse, he had no choice but to go to Hanyanliang.

He knew that between the cold smoke and the tide of Shen Yichao, there were some signs.

If the other party is willing to help, it is good, if they are not willing to ......

Jiang Suihan's face was full of words.

He could only send Shen Yichao to the Qinglou......

on the beam.

Nan Baoyi blushed.

She said: "Second brother, let's leave for the time being, right?" ”

Xiao Yi fiddled with her pearls and shook them, her eyes full of thought.

Although it is very interesting to watch the Living Spring Palace, his lady is not yet good after all, Shen Yichao's things are so ugly, if you can't do it well, I'm afraid it will have a long needle's eye.

He was about to respond when there was a sudden sound of footsteps on the stairs.

Jiang Suihan's voice sounded: "I was about to go to find Boss Han, but you came over first." It can be seen that you and Shen are fateful, hehe. ”

"Last time I was sick, he went to Yulouchun to take care of me for two days. This time, I took the opportunity to come to Nanfu to sing and thank him in person, which is also considered polite. Han Yanliang's voice was charming, "What is Doctor Jiang doing standing here, don't you go up with me?" ”

"No, no, no, I, I still have something, say goodbye first, farewell, hehehe......"

Jiang Suihan's footsteps gradually drifted away as if fleeing for his life.

Han Yan snorted lightly and stepped into the hall.

The hall is quiet.

The bamboo curtain by the window is rolled high, and a few hibiscus flowers are really blooming in the white porcelain bottle.

Han Yanliang carried a wide gauze skirt, stepped on the wooden board barefoot, and joked: "Yo, how did Lang Jun drink like this?" ”

Shen Yichao slowly got up from the floor.

He sat cross-legged, looked at the cold smoke with red eyes for a moment, and suddenly reached out to pour wine.

"Very thirsty."

He whispered.

Pouring a glass of wine, he handed it to Han Yanliang, "Drink together?" ”

Han Yanliang sat down across the low table and took the wine cup.

She raised her sleeves to cover half of her face, and her drinking posture was extremely charming.

After drinking, Shen Yichao obediently poured it for her again.

A few cups of belly.

The cold smoke held the cheeks, the slightly upturned apricot eyes were wet, and the tails of the eyes gradually turned crimson, staring at Shen Yichao charmingly.

She raised her lips and said in a soft voice: "How can I see that Lang Jun is exceptionally handsome today?" ”

"Sister Han is also very beautiful today."

Sister Han......

Han Yanliang laughed.

She stretched out her slender jade fingers and stroked Shen Yichao's eyebrows with pity and ambiguity, "Lang Jun's eyebrows are full of sorrow, but what makes you unhappy?" Come out and make me happy. ”

Shen Yichao was stunned.

I don't come up where it's not funny, it's just hot.

It's hot, but it's also dry.

The girl's fingertips pressed against the center of his eyebrows, carrying a crispy and numb warmth.

His crimson eyes gradually became chaotic, like a thirsty traveler in the desert who had found a clear spring, and not only wanted to drink, but also frantically wanted to drink more......

His Adam's apple rolled, and suddenly moved to Hanyanliang's side.

He closed his eyes and leaned against the girl's neck, as if he was coquettish: "Sister, Lang Jun is bitter in his heart." ”