In the back garden of the palace, all kinds of beauties compete for beauty, men and women are complete, and there are movements. Some people are probably still waiting, and they are not coming together, but fifteen people came one after another, most of them came with temptation after getting the news from yesterday.

Originally, Feng Lida could see them in the front hall of the main courtyard, but he felt that the beauty should be accompanied by a beautiful view, and it was a pity in the dull hall, so he ordered someone to set up refreshments in the garden water pavilion, and received the tea of his master mother from this group of concubines.

Men and women, bustling, want to come up one by one to toast tea, Feng Li waved his big hand: "The stomach has to be reserved for wine and food, I will drink a cup of tea, don't mind." ”

The crowd was busy and didn't dare.

"Ladies and gentlemen...... Younger brother, younger sister, don't be informal. Feng Li smiled when he saw them, and there was no contempt in his eyes when he looked at them, although he had been mentioned by Aunt Shen, he already knew that most of these "younger brothers and sisters" were not from high backgrounds, and even some were born in Qinglou, and he didn't care at all.

"It's my first time as a princess, I don't have much experience, it's better like this, let me understand everyone first, and show off any talents."

Before his words fell, there was silence for a while, and the needle could be heard. This topic turned too bluntly and directly, it was really unexpected to them, whose housewife saw the concubines for the first time, and the rules were not established, so let the concubines perform first?

He is the princess regent, and he has just been favored by the prince, no one thinks about him as greedy and lustful, and no one dares to refute it at all. The concubines were just on the waterfront terrace, taking turns to perform. At first, some people thought, is it to use the name of performance to learn people? For example, it is said that the dance is wrong, the play is wrong, and people perform repeatedly? But after watching half the game, Feng Li was just boasting, not to mention punishing people, and there was not even a bad sentence.

Feng Li is not comfortable, although he wants to drink some house mother tea, is called the princess, and has a bunch of cheap brothers and sisters, but this day of watching beauties singing and dancing and drinking new peach blossoms is something he couldn't think of before. Whoever dared to sing and dance in front of the battle ruined morale, he was the first to shoot and cut off his head.

Among the many performances, the one he liked the most was Lan Gongzi's sword dance. That Lan Yin Gongzi was born as a criminal slave, and he was originally the concubine of the four-rank military general's family, and the family was convicted of being enslaved by the Jiaofang Division, and he had a good swordsmanship.

The sword was still a little softer in Feng Li's eyes, but it was better than a fist embroidered leg, and because of his identity, Feng Li was a little impressed. He is handsome, without the slightest flattery, generous in manners, and has something to say. After dancing the sword, Feng Li summoned him to his side to talk, and the two drank to each other.

Feng Li quickly drank a jar of wine, he was not drunk with a thousand glasses back then, and he didn't take this wine in his eyes at all. Unexpectedly, this body was useless, but a jar of peach blossom brew known as "girl's drink" was already half drunk. He remembered that he couldn't talk about military affairs, but after drinking, he was interested, and he couldn't help but pull Lan Yin and let him dance again.

He personally beat the drums and sang with his palms, and the song was heroic, long-term, and a little sad.

When Zhou Zhaoning arrived at the Water Pavilion, he had not yet turned out of the corridor, and he heard him drunken saying: "You have never seen the desert grassland, as far as the eye can see, this month is the time when the water and grass are abundant, and the tallest man on the grassland can be covered by the pasture." In winter, the snow is like a carpet, covering the whole world white, the mountains are undulating, and there are no people, magnificent, magnificent! ”

Lan Yin was only slightly drunk, seeing him like this, he didn't dare to drink anymore, he was holding his wrist, struggling to get him to let go. But the drunkard has a lot of strength, and his thin knuckles can't break free.

"Lan Yin, I'll take you to the grassland for horseback riding......"

"Princess......

"What is the princess called, Aunt Shen has said it, call me the seventh master. Princess, princess, can't I be a master? ”

"Seventh Master." Lan Yin hurried to be.

When Feng Li heard this, he seemed to be finally satisfied, and snorted lightly in his nose, but he still didn't let go of Lan Yin's wrist. Zhou Zhaoning took in this scene through the flowers and trees, he first had a calm face, and then he was about to laugh angrily. He was trapped in Liangdu, and he had been to Mobei, but he didn't know where to hear it.

"Seventh Master......" Zhou Zhaoning said in a low voice, "It's appropriate to be so bold." ”

"Xiaolan, I can also dance swords, many people used to love to watch me dance swords." Feng Li is really drunk and chattering.

Zhou Zhaoning listened, his eyebrows moved slightly. Dancing swords, getting drunk, is he like this in Beiliang? And many people love to watch him dance the sword? It is not surprising that the Northern Liang magnates make fun of the Nanyu proton. The drunken ghost in the water pavilion smiled so brightly, but the more he smiled like this, the more dazzling he felt, and he couldn't help but care a little.

At this time, Feng Li stood up crookedly and stretched out his hand to Lan Yin: "You don't believe it?" Give me ...... sword from you."

He was drunk like this, where did Lan Yin dare to give him the sword, for fear that he would hurt himself and others, he had to get up and hold Feng Li. The two were intimate, and for a while everyone else in the water pavilion was watching the excitement.

At that moment, from Zhou Zhaoning's point of view, Lan Yin, who was half a head taller than Feng Li, seemed to have taken someone into his arms.

"Do you want to dance the sword, do you need the king's sword?" Zhou Zhaoning suddenly raised his voice.

He stood in the cloister with a voice like frost, and before anyone approached, everyone in the hall had risen and knelt down. Lan Yin was even more frightened, his knees weakened, and he made a noise on the floor tiles, and only Feng Li was left standing in the audience.

Because of Lan Yin's kneeling action, Feng Li let go of his hand. He was drunk and a little sluggish, and looked in the direction of Zhou Zhaoning after realizing it.

Zhou Zhaoning frowned dissatisfiedly, and saw Feng Li laugh again.

"Lord Wang!" He staggered and walked in the direction of Zhou Zhaoning, not only did he not know the danger, but he was also stupid.

Of course, Feng Li is stupid, and drunk people are the most straightforward. He had met fifteen beauties today, but none of them could compare with the regent's prosperous beauty. As soon as Zhou Zhaoning came, everyone was overshadowed in his eyes, even Lan Yin, who could dance swords, couldn't keep his attention.

Zhou Zhaoning didn't go forward, nor did he give a glance to the concubine who was kneeling all over the ground, he just stood there and watched the little drunk come towards him.

"Lord Wang." Seeing that Zhou Zhaoning ignored it, Feng Li shouted again, and finally walked in front of him, but his legs were weak and he went straight to him.

I don't know what he selectively remembers in his mind, don't forget anything else, remember not to give Zhou Zhaoning a hug. Thinking of this, he slammed his waist into force, twisted it, and planted it to the side. Zhou Zhaoning had already stretched out his hand to help him, but he was empty, seeing that he was about to hit the white jade railing, but was blocked by Zhou Quan's sword.

"It's not like you want to dance the sword, and you can't stand steadily?" Zhou Zhaoning silently withdrew his hand, and there was anger in his words.

It is said that he can't be as knowledgeable as a drunk, and Zhou Zhaoning only understood it thoroughly at this moment. He was originally reprimanded, but Feng Li listened to his words but raised his head crookedly, reached out and climbed up, and grabbed his belt.

He groped around his waist for a while, and said in confusion and disappointment: "But the prince doesn't wear a sword." ”

This next week, Zhou Quan will not dare to look at his prince anymore, the concubines and slaves who have been sold and killed because of their indiscriminate closeness, the regent palace does not know how many, this new princess, I am afraid that she will have to suffer.

The new princess, who was going to endure hardships, still didn't know the danger, so she was even more bold to lift Zhou Zhaoning's robe and open the hem of his clothes.

"There's no sword."

As he spoke, he patted the outside of Zhou Zhaoning's thigh with his hand and muttered, "Hard Bangbang...... It's still soft here, and it's still playing. The last finger poked Zhou Zhaoning's buttocks.

Zhou Zhaoning couldn't hold back no matter how he reminded himself that he didn't fit the drunks' calculations. He grabbed Feng Li's chaotic hand with his backhand, pulled the person up directly, and pinched him in the jaw with the other hand.

Like a giant python staring at its prey, his long narrow eyes approached, wrapped in a terrifying momentum. Feng Li was pinched by him, and his mind was a little clearer.

"It seems that the king himself wants to sober you up?" Zhou Zhaoning pressed him against the white jade railing, and with that force, Feng Li wondered if he had broken his ribs.

His face was distorted in pain, the corners of his forehead were sweating, and he looked back at the lake, wondering if Zhou Zhaoning was going to throw him in.

Zhou Zhaoning followed his gaze and glanced at the lake, and his voice was low: "Go and cook a bucket of decanting soup for the princess, don't leak a drop, and stare at him to drink it all." ”

"A barrel? ......" Feng Li was stupid, struggling to run.

Seeing this, Zhou Zhaoning raised his hand and directly carried him to the front yard on his shoulders.

"Let go, let go of ......" Feng Li's head hung upside down, the carp struggled like a stiff one, and Zhou Zhaoning's shoulder bones stuck in his stomach, making his stomach tumble for a while, and he wanted to vomit in discomfort.

"If you dare to stain the king's clothes, add another bucket of decanting soup."

"Hmm...... Hmmmm......mm

Zhou Zhaoning quickly left with someone, and the sound of Feng Li's whimpering could no longer be heard, but he saw two guards coming, and he took Lan Yin away, leaving a room of concubines in the water pavilion looking at each other, trembling for the rest of their lives.

Feng Li's mind was chaotic, he only cared about being uncomfortable, and he didn't care about what Zhou Zhaoning would do to him except pour the sobering soup, until he was thrown into the cold bath. It was the same pool he had washed, but this time it was not filled with hot water, but with cool, freshly drawn well water.

Zhou Zhaoning threw him into the pool, without pity for the jade. Feng Li could stand anywhere, fell in and choked on several mouthfuls of water, and used his hands and feet together to get up from the bath. He was soaking wet, clutching at the edge of the pool wall, coughing breathlessly.

Zhou Zhaoning looked at him condescendingly, without a trace of warmth in his eyes. Feng Li finally took a breath, and finally raised his head to look at him, his wet face and eyes were like a fog because of drunkenness.

"Sobered up?"

Feng Li did wake up, but for last week's appearance of Zhaoning, he subconsciously pretended to be confused, and shook his head like a rattle.

"It seems that the king himself wants to serve."

"What, what?"

Feng Li was shocked, and saw Zhou Zhaoning take off his clothes, roll up his sleeves, and step into the bath. The pool soaked through his robe, revealing a full, hard texture, and the muscles on his arms were exposed. Feng Lise was gallant, his brain buzzed, and he swallowed saliva at his appearance.