342 Mu Jin drunk

Feng Ruixuan also held the cup, looked at the seventh emperor brother whose starry eyes were covered with a little drunkenness, and asked with a smile: "I don't know what the seventh emperor brother thinks is right for me?"

The Seventh Emperor's Brother used to like to blame him. Although he was younger than him, because of his similar age and his temperament was more impetuous than his. When he was in front of him, the Seventh Emperor always cursed him like his elders.

It is rare that he will praise himself, even if it is not praise but affirmation, it is enough to make Feng Ruixuan happy.

Feng Mujin looked at him drunk, suddenly reached out and pulled Jiuyin's wrist and smiled: "You said that my wife is the most beautiful woman you have ever seen. The emperor's brother agrees with him, and the emperor's brother respects you again."

He lowered his eyes to find his wine glass. Feng Ruxue had already poured it over to him. He held the cup and poured it into his belly. Although he threw down the quilt, he held Jiuyin's wrist and pulled it gently, and pulled her out of thin air from the other end of the shorter table to his arms.

Like a fairy, the dress fluttered, and a beautiful and charming skirt flower bloomed in the air. Then, the whole person fell into Feng Mujin's arms.

This behavior was so scared that Jiuyin almost couldn't help but scream.

Although the bonfire next to it was not big, short, and could not even reach the waist, it was a fire after all, not to mention that there was a row of hot baked Yunyingshi.

He is so drunk now that he can't hold her in a while, what if he can't hold her down?

I don’t know if it was a coincidence or if she was so unlucky. After Feng Mujin pulled her over, her slender body shook obviously, and she actually poured her onto Yunyingshi with her.

Now, everyone was so scared that they felt nervous. Princess Xuan and Princess Qing were already screaming, and the others stood up suddenly, hesitating whether to go over and save them.

If he rescued him, I don’t know if he would be embarrassed by Prince Jin.

Amid the exclamation, two figures jumped out of thin air. With just a moment, Feng Chenye, dressed in dazzling clothes and Feng Dingbei, dressed in dark green clothes, had already arrived in front of the two.

Just as he was about to take Jiuyin back, Feng Mujin shook it and hugged Jiuyin firmly in his arms. His slender body stood in the wind, and he stood firmly. His pair of flowery eyes swept across the two of them, and he couldn't help laughing:

"What? Do you really think I'm so bad that I can't even hold my wife? Go back quickly and don't embarrass you here."

He lowered his eyes and looked at Jiuyin's shocked little face, lowered his head and kissed her forehead: "Are you afraid just now?"

Jiuyin was really scared by him, but what she was even more afraid of was the pair of sharp eyes that were tightly locked on her beside her. Even if she didn't look back, she knew how cautious the man behind her was in a cold air. She reached out to grab Feng Mujin's clothes tightly and said uneasy: "Let me down quickly, Mujin."

"I like to hold you." Feng Mujin didn't care at all, so she hugged her and sat back on the chair, trapping her on his lap.

When I looked up, the two figures behind me were gone.

Feng Chenye returned to his seat, held the cup, swallowed a glass of wine quickly, but no one saw the empty big palm holding it tightly, and even his nails fell into his palm without realizing it.

The scare just now made his heart contract suddenly. He hadn't recovered until now, and he would even feel heartbroken when he breathed.

This damn guy! If you have such a poor alcohol tolerance, don’t learn to drink from others. You can’t even hug your wife.

But what he was even more angry was that when he saw that she was in danger, he rushed over without even thinking about it...

He closed his eyes, breathed smoothly, and suddenly picked up the wine pot and poured it up.

Lan Ling, who was beside her, said nothing, but just watched him drink quietly. After he put the wine pot down, she took a soft towel and wiped the wine traces from his lips with her own hands.

The man who was trapped in his thoughts was completely unaware of it and allowed her to serve him without any resistance.

Jiuyin looked up and saw the extremely warm scene. After looking closely, she didn't know whether to feel heartache or comfort. This time she saw his closeness with Lan Ling and what she saw at the last Zhongyuan Festival banquet, her mood was completely different.

She now has someone she wants to protect. She wants to guard Mu Jin and live a stable life with him. After the matter in the imperial city is over, she will go around looking for famous doctors with him and find ways to cure his illness. She doesn't want to pay attention to other things.

It is also a good thing to be someone who is by his side to serve him with all his heart, at least she could see that Lan Ling was wholeheartedly good to him.

Just as he was about to withdraw his gaze, Feng Chenye's head turned a complicated gaze toward him.

The two eyes were entangled together, and Jiuyin was startled and wanted to stagger her eyes, but for some reason she was reluctant to let go.

Feng Chenye stared at her, ignoring this action would be seen by others, and would make people see the ambiguity between the two.

He doesn't care about anything now.

After drinking his wine, he picked up the bottle of Lan Ling, leaned his head and poured it into his mouth, and poured the whole pot of wine into his stomach.

He kept looking at Jiuyin throughout the process, with an evil smile on his lips. The smile made people unable to tell whether he was happy or sad.

Jiuyin kept looking at him quietly, not because she didn't want to ignore it, nor because she deliberately wanted to show too much entanglement with him that she shouldn't have, but she really couldn't bear it.

Seeing that the lips were clearly bitter but also like a pleasant smile, she felt really painful. She almost couldn't help but jump out of Feng Mujin's arms and ran over to tell him not to drink anymore, as if he would get drunk again.

However, Prince Yi's alcohol capacity was even better than she thought. He was not drunk at all when he poured two pots of wine. Finally, he withdrew his gaze and threw it away. The pot broke into the fire with a "clang".

Everyone seemed to have no objection to his actions, nor were they dissatisfied with them. They were still talking and laughing, no one cared about them, and they were happy.

After a few rounds of wine, everyone's faces were slightly red and moist.

Feng Mujin and Feng Ruixuan could see that they were drunk. As the master, they were not surprised at all. The Sixth Prince was like this. When he was drunk, he could only take charge of the overall situation.

Not long after, the eunuchs in the palace came to urge him. The eleventh prince Feng Qinghao and the tenth princess Feng Ruxue were young after all and still lived in the palace. Seeing that it was getting late, the two tasted some fruit wine and became a little drunk. If they didn't go back, these eunuchs in the palace would definitely receive blame when they turned around.

The Qing princess ordered people to clean up for them while sending them out, and finally sent the two little guys to the sedan chair and asked them to return to the palace.

Everyone was more relaxed at this banquet than before. The second prince was a little drunk after tasting a little wine. Princess Xuan left with him.

Feng Dingbei has always tasted it alone, occasionally saying a few words to others, and most of the time he drinks bitterly alone.

Like him, the Crown Prince is the same. Since the Crown Princess died of illness, he was the only one of him in many occasions, and he had no female companion around him. Lan Ling had been with him for a while, but now Lan Ling actually ran to Prince Yi again.

Prince Jin and Prince Qing were very drunk, so the prince ordered Prince Qing to help Prince Qing in, and they should have separated.

Jiuyin helped Feng Mujin, who was much taller than her. Seeing that his steps were a little frivolous, she frowned and said, "Mujin, are you still awake? We still have to go back."

"Go back, okay, go back, I want you to continue serving me when I go back." Her big palm fell on her shoulder, and she actually had the urge to look for some places.

Jiuyin was startled and quickly pulled his palm down, saying unhappily: "Mu Jin, if you are so arrogant, I will ignore you in the future."

It was so... slutty that I wanted to touch her in public! When did I see Prince Jin so indulge?

What's more, there is a Prince Yi here. Even though he has drunk so much, he is still not drunk at all. He can see every move of Feng Mujin clearly. She doesn't know how much he blames her in his heart.

"Don't... don't ignore me, Yin'er." He hugged her hard, staggering under his feet, and almost fell down with her in his arms.

Feng Chenye stood up suddenly, but before he could take a step, Feng Dingbei on the side had passed, and the big grasp was on Feng Mujin's shoulder, and he helped him up.

Jiuyin held her sleeves to wipe away the fine sweat that kept overflowing from her forehead. She looked up at Feng Dingbei and smiled shyly, "Thank you."

Feng Dingbei just snorted coldly, not even looking at her: "I know he is in a bad state, why do you let him drink so much wine? How did you, Princess Jin?"

Jiuyin pursed her thin lips and refused to speak. She had advised her, but why didn't Mu Jin know what was going on today? Is she too excited or something else? In addition, the Tenth Princess was pouring wine for him all the time, so he couldn't help but swear the face of the little girl.

"Mu Jin, are we back?" She shook Feng Mu Jin's big palm again.

Feng Mujin immediately held her little hand tightly, pulled her hand to his lips, lowered her head, printed her thin lips, and tasted it gently on the back of her hand: "It's so fragrant, Yin'er, let's go back, I still want it."

Such ambiguous words not only made Feng Dingbei and Jiuyin next to them look weird, but two blushed faces, one big and one small, suddenly flew into two red faces, and even Feng Chenye, who was standing not far away, was stimulated.

With a "bang", the first jade cup that was caught tonight finally appeared.

Lan Ling seemed to have become accustomed to such a scene and wanted to put the fragments in his palm for him, but Feng Chenye casually brushed them away from her touch. The fragments of white jade were thrown into the fire by him and walked towards the three of them: "How can I go back like this? I will send him back."

The long arm fell on Feng Mujin's arm, and gently pulled him, carrying him directly over. His movements were a bit thick. Feng Mujin, who accidentally hit him, snorted, opened his thin lips slightly, and murmured: "Yin'er, come to me."
Chapter completed!