Chapter 558: Willing to Be Your Majesty's Only-Honored Minister41
Xiao Moyan's position was a little closer to Chu Ci than arranged.
This traitorous courtier almost set the table in front of him to the same place as the Chu porcelain table.
This time, he was wearing an ochre-red robe, the golden silk thread came out of the dragon pattern in the upper reaches of the fabric, and the jade crown on his head was black and drooping, which made him look dignified, and he had a little more indescribable feeling.
The daughter's family, who was brought by the courtiers, couldn't help but blush, and quietly looked up from time to time, as if they had forgotten the cruel scene of the incident he had committed more than a year ago.
Xiao Mo was so lazy and leaned on the table, because his not very upright sitting posture made her a little closer to Chu Ci, there was wine in front of his table, and after the banquet, he had already drunk two or three glasses.
At this moment, he got closer, and Chu Ci could inevitably smell the crisp smell of wine in the faint sandalwood on his body.
Later, probably because he was impatient with those people, he raised his eyebrows slightly, and swept around with a smiling gaze.
The girls who seemed to be pregnant just now lowered their heads with pale faces in an instant.
Xiao Mo was satisfied, turned his head to look at Chu Ci, and saw that Chu Ci was looking at the wine in his cup curiously.
He hooked his lips and chuckled, because of this red relationship, he was twenty-six or seventeen years old, and he actually brought out a bit of a sense of youth.
It's quite a bit of a strange family who is young and full of romantic taste.
Today, Chu Ci is also wearing a fire-colored robe embroidered with golden dragon patterns, which sets off the girl's already delicate eyebrows and eyes with a bit of noble atmosphere.
There is an inexplicable match.
It's just that in the eyes of the other courtiers below, this is not the case, but they feel that the time for Taifu to seize the throne seems to be closer.
"This is a fine wine that has taken twenty years to brew, and although it has a soft taste, it has a strong aftertaste, and Your Majesty wants to try it?"
Chu Ci blinked and hesitated for a moment.
After all, the amount of alcohol in this body seems to be very shallow, and I haven't drunk much alcohol, but the smell of this wine is really good.
I saw Xiao Mo take the small cup of unpoured wine on the Chu porcelain table and pour a small glass into it.
Looking at the girl's appearance, his eyes were slightly dark, and he spoke in a low voice, as if he was muttering to himself, and as if he was talking to Chu Ci, "It seems to be a little too much." ”
As he said this, he took Chu Ci's cup and drank half a cup, and in the end, there was only a sip of wine left in the cup, and then the fierce beast lord who was used to it put the small cup back in front of Chu Ci.
The bottom of his eyes was beautiful, and he smiled, "Your Majesty can use less, although because of the big banquet, you don't need to go to court early tomorrow morning, but if you get drunk, it will be uncomfortable to get up tomorrow." ”
Almost no one in the courtiers noticed the situation of Chu Ci and Xiao Mo on the high platform, and they just focused on appreciating the song and dance in front of them, and Chu Ci responded vaguely and took a small sip of wine and drank it.
The taste is indeed excellent, but it brings out a burst of heat from the stomach after a short stomach.
Xiao Mo took another drink, watching Chu Ci swallow the wine, his eyebrows twitched slightly, the tip of his tongue poked out, and licked off the wine stains on the corners of his lips, not knowing what he was thinking.
'Xiao Mo's love value is +3, currently 68. ’
After a while, Chu Ci felt a dizzy feeling, and the corners of his lips couldn't help but twitch, he really didn't know what to say about this body, the table between the two was close, and seeing Xiao Mo's crazy gaze casually falling on the wine glass in his hand, Chu Ci's hand reached out and pulled the corner of his clothes under the table.