Just being stimulated by the cold water, Feng Li's mind was clear for a short time, but this body was too useless, and in the blink of an eye, the wine came up again, and his eyes were red. When Zhou Zhaoning grabbed the back of his neck, he almost had no strength to resist, watching the other party pull him closer, forcing him to look up, and pulling his hair to a slight pain.

Feng Li's throat tightened under his control, and his breathing unconsciously intensified, so the sweet and hot smell of wine hit Zhou Zhaoning's face.

"Can't stand still?" Zhou Zhaoning asked him, and his voice seemed to be separated by a layer.

Feng Li was slow to react, and nodded after a while.

At the moment when he nodded, Zhou Zhaoning's hand holding the back of his neck was loosened, he lost his support, and his legs slid into the pool as soon as he was weak. The cold water was not topped, and he struggled to get up after sealing it, but as soon as he was about to stand firmly, a strong hand pressed his shoulders and pressed him under the water.

He struggled with his hands and feet, but he couldn't earn it. Zhou Zhaoning watched him choke on the water in the pool and struggle, his eyebrows were cold, and he didn't see his heart relenting.

Feng Li felt like he was choking to death, the drunkenness made him unable to react, his body was soft and did not obey the call, only the feeling of squeezing in his lungs getting heavier and heavier was real. He couldn't resist that hand, he didn't know how many times he was pressed back, and he couldn't breathe at all. Between life and death, he no longer tried to resist, but grabbed Zhou Zhaoning's arm.

was obviously a violent villain, but he grabbed Zhou Zhaoning's arm like a life-saving straw, and then the weight of the whole person was lifted up until he climbed onto his shoulder and stood up.

Unable to think, ignoring other dangers, Feng Li took the posture of climbing, and the whole person leaned into Zhou Zhaoning's arms, borrowing strength from him.

Zhou Zhaoning didn't really want to kill him, he would let him gasp for breath. The smell of Feng Li's body became clear again, making him choke on the water, and finally the smell on his body was cleaner. I don't know how many people he has touched besides the sword dancer, and the smell of wine, incense, and fat powder on his body is mixed, and he wants to wash him well at the first breath he smells.

"Awake?" Zhou Zhaoning asked again, and the voice sounded above his head.

Feng Li still dared to say that he didn't wake up, and nodded immediately.

"When you wake up, you talk."

"Wake up."

"Okay, then it's time for the sobering soup."

Feng Li was shocked, remembering what he said before to drink a bucket of sobering soup, and he was about to climb to the shore with both hands and feet. Just kidding, I've already put him in the pool to death, isn't it the end of the punishment? I even want him to drink soup!

But with his current body, how could he escape with this weak appearance. Zhou Zhaoning grabbed him back with just one hand and pressed him face to face on the pool wall. His back was hit for the second time in a short period of time, and it was more painful than hitting the white jade railing before.

If he was on the battlefield, he wouldn't snort when the sword entered his body, but no one was an iron man who couldn't hurt, he was just a regent's stand-in male wife now...... He shouted out at once: "Pain ......"

The person in front of him was unmoved, but said coldly: "I remember the pain." ”

The two little guys came in with a curtain and brought a large bucket of decanting soup, the size of a bucket of water from the well, and it was still steaming, Feng Li only glanced at it, and almost fainted. He had just drunk two jars of wine, and now he was going to drink another barrel of decanting soup.

"I'm awake! I'm drunk! I don't have to drink it, I'm really awake......" looked at Zhou Zhaoning with pleading eyes, and Feng Li looked forward to it almost reverently.

The person he was looking forward to...... Shaking his head slowly, one hand pinched his chin, and the other hand took the bowl handed by the little servant.

"It seems that the princess can't drink it herself, so only the king will feed it." As he spoke, Zhou Zhaoning stretched out the bowl.

Bowl after bowl, Feng Li was held down and poured three bowls of decanting soup in a row, but there were only two or three percent less in that bucket. He shook his head desperately, trying to avoid Zhou Zhaoning's hand, but the iron tongs in his hand did nothing except make his face red and tender from the rough cocoon.

"I can't drink anymore...... I really can't drink it......"

"Can't drink?" Zhou Zhaoning put the bowl aside when he heard this, and just when Feng Li thought he was going to escape, he reopened his mouth, "Do you like to watch people dance swords?" If you don't drink it, the king will cut off the sword-dancing hand and stew the soup instead of the decanting soup. ”

At that time, the sound of Lan Yin begging for mercy sounded outside the bath, although it was invisible, but Feng Li could tell that the sword-dancing son was outside, kowtowing in their direction, banging, and all he said was "Lord Wang's life".

"I ......," Feng Li glanced at the barrel, "I made him dance the sword, and I pulled him to drink, and it has nothing to do with him." I drink the decanting soup, and I drink it all......"

Feng Li's stomach was very swollen, but he still picked up the bowl himself, scooped the soup from the bucket and drank it. There was anger in his eyes, obviously coming at Zhou Zhaoning, and with this anger, he drank two more bowls.

Zhou Zhaoning leaned against the pool wall and looked at him, the smile on the corner of his mouth was a little cold, to see how long he could last.

When? I can't take one more bite......

Feng Li didn't drink anything, and he felt like he was going to die when he drank the sobering soup. He couldn't hold the bowl in his hand, covered his stomach with one hand, and climbed Zhou Zhaoning's shoulder with the other, and couldn't help but beg for mercy.

"Lord Wang, I really can't drink ......"

"What about chopping hands?"

Feng Li shook his head: "I really can't drink it, and I can't drink it even if I cut my hands...... Lord, good lord...... Okay, good uncle, spare me. ”

Suddenly, slight cracks appeared on Zhou Zhaoning's calm and waveless face. Feng Li looked up at him, was forced to look good, and flatteringly called him "good imperial uncle". His peach blossom eyes were scorching, the smell of wine was completely suppressed, and all he exhaled was the slightly astringent and bitter taste of orange peel in the decanting soup. Sakura's lips open and close, and from his perspective, you can see the soft tip of her tongue.

The two were so close that Feng Li could feel the softening of Zhou Zhaoning's momentum just by intuition, he tentatively shouted: "Good Uncle Huang, spare me, I know that I am wrong." ”

has no face and no skin, is coquettish and stupid, but it is ...... tugged at Zhou Zhaoning's heartstrings and reminded him of some old things.

"Okay, don't drink it."

His voice fell, the two little servants quietly retreated, and the sound of Lan Yin begging for mercy outside also disappeared.

Feng Li got permission, and immediately put the flattering title behind him, and asked in a straight voice: "Then can I go?" ”

Like a criminal slave waiting to be pronounced, the Venerable Venerable who silently threatened him slowly shook his head in his expectant gaze.

Feng Liwu's eyes widened and his legs tightened. Drinking and sobering up the soup, he was in a hurry to leave because he couldn't hold it back, his stomach felt like it was about to explode, and he could pee out at any time.

"I've been punished......"

"It's not deep enough, and it's forgotten in a blink of an eye."

"I remember, I really remember." He clamped his legs tighter again, and just now Zhou Zhaoning moved his legs to approach him, stirring the water and making him want to urinate even more.

Zhou Zhaoning seemed to have completely seen through his embarrassment, or he had expected it a long time ago, this was all the "punishment" in his plan, and just when Feng Li was in a hurry, he heard him say: "Soiling the king's bath, the princess will not want to know what punishment is waiting." ”

Feng Li's face turned red, all the way to his chest. He climbed up with his hands and feet as fast as he could, Zhou Zhaoning let him climb up to the shore of the pool, and then grabbed his ankles lightly, and dragged the person back.

Zhou Zhaoning squeezed one leg between his legs, grabbed his wrist with one hand, and his tall body covered him entirely.

"Did this king let you run?"

Zhou Zhaoning's leg was close to his critical place, and if he gently pushed it up, his knee could seriously injure him. Feng Li shook his head in horror and hurriedly said, "No ......"

"Then why run?"

"I ......" Feng Li was forced to do this when he was forced to do this, he was not afraid of those swords that could cut people, but Zhou Zhaoning's soft knife was too abrasive, he blushed, and he didn't dare not answer, "I can't hold it back......"

"Can't hold back anything?"

"I can't hold it back...... I want to pee. ”

The sound of the seal was like a mosquito, and his face was so red that he felt like he was about to drip blood. The placket of his clothes was wet with water and stuck to his chest, and he was very uncomfortable, and there was no comfort in his body.

"Make today's mistakes clear, otherwise it will be wasted here."

"I really can't do it anymore...... I'll write it later, should I write a confession? I really can't hold it back......" Feng Li desperately tried to clamp his legs but couldn't, and the struggle was in vain.

At this moment, Zhou Zhaoning did not retreat but advanced, his body moved, and pushed Feng Li against the pool wall. Zhou Zhaoning is a practitioner, and his body can easily suppress Feng Li, not to mention that he really used his strength, Feng Li was almost locked on the spot. There were countless moves in his mind that could resolve the dilemma, but this weak body couldn't make a single move.

I really want to have a good fight with Zhou Zhaoning, but it's just a matter of thinking.

"Ah——!h Feng Li screamed in surprise, he had never made such a useless sound in his life, and the whole person trembled.

"Will pee?"

The seal was almost attached to Zhou Zhaoning's chest, and the trembling also made Zhou Zhaoning feel it clearly. He only felt that he was going to explode, but he was severely blocked, pinched and unable to move.

Feng Li was defeated, and his voice was full of crying: "Uncle Huang, please ......"

"What do you ask of this king?"

"Please let me go."

"Where are you going? To hang out with the king's concubine? ”

"I don't dare, I don't dare anymore. Uncle Huang's people, I don't dare to covet it, I really just take a look. Feng Li buried his head in his chest impatiently, realizing what he was wrong, it turned out that he was angry about this. He obviously didn't mess with his concubines, drinking and watching singing and dancing, is this also a gangster?

This man has twenty-eight in his backyard, can't he just look at it? And he doesn't love the emperor, and he still raises so many concubines, are these concubines also the emperor's stand-in? Maybe everyone has some traits similar to the emperor? Feng thought that he would be honest in the future and never want to come to this experience again.

Later, Feng Li didn't know when he escaped, he was imprisoned by Zhou Zhaoning, repeatedly admitting his mistakes, and his whole body was hot, until the whole person went soft, and he was carried by the man and thrown to the next compartment. The moment he saw the bucket, Feng Li almost rushed up and hugged the bucket.

There was a burst of joy, and when Feng Li came out again, Zhou Zhaoning's figure was no longer there, but as long as he caught a glimpse of the bath, he would remember the scene just now, and the whole person was ashamed to the extreme.

Feng Li was soaked, but he didn't care about decency, and ran out as if he was running, but before he could run out, he bumped into the little guy who came to serve.

"Seventh Master, the prince asked the little ones to wait for you to change your clothes." Two servants, one holding clean clothes and the other holding a cloth towel.

Feng Li will be ashamed and angry, where is he willing to get close to someone, and he pointed to it casually and said: "Let it go, I'll come by myself." ”

The little servant probably got the order, and did not embarrass him, and said respectfully: "The prince ordered that hot soup be prepared for you in the east compartment, and you can go over and take a bath." ”

Feng Li now hears the word Wang Ye with itchy hatred, tyrannical and unreasonable, what kind of good person is he pretending to be now when he just bullied him! He also thoughtfully prepared another hot soup in the east compartment for him to bathe, and he knew that he had a shadow on this bath, right?!

It's all because of whom? Because that damn bastard Regent!

The sound of sealing the teeth of the molars clicked, and the little servant pointed in the direction of the east compartment and hurriedly retreated.

As soon as he withdrew, Feng Li began to take off his wet clothes without saying a word, wiped his body with a cloth towel, changed into clean clothes and walked out. From beginning to end, I didn't even look at the east compartment.

Don't want to appease him with this little advantage! Dog Lord, he will get this account back sooner or later!

Feng Lifeng ran away, but Shen Qiang, who was waiting outside, didn't catch up, and hurriedly asked the two little guys who went in to serve.

"Seventh Master, this is?"

The little guy recalled the situation just now, and replied truthfully: "Maybe I'm shy, just now the prince and the seventh master were very close to each other in the pool, and then the little one listened outside, and the seventh master kept begging for mercy and was about to cry." ”

Shen Qiang is blessed to the soul, it seems that there is no need to make up for the prince, but to make up for the seventh master. Within one day, Aunt Shen's medicinal diet recipe was adjusted several times and the owner was directly changed.

Feng Li didn't know anything about this, and ran back to Fang so angry that he wanted to drop something. But when he was completely sober, he picked up the imperial tribute porcelain vase, and his mind was automatically converted into military salary, and when he picked up the antique inkstone, he automatically converted it into armament, and he put it down at the ultimatum, and there was nowhere to vent, and he was even more angry.

He shut himself in his room and sulked, and then deliberately went to the courtyard to dance his sword to vent, and ignored no one to talk to him, so that he learned the next day that the regent's palace, which had always been calm and solemn, had a new rumor because of him.