Feng Zhilou said this, Chu Moshang would definitely question the details, and even criticized Feng Zhilou for not being wrong. How could the saint of Zhenwu allow her to be so slandered? What surprised Zhilou was that Chu Moshang was not angry.
, he did not ask back, but said a strange thing calmly.
"Go to the holy land tomorrow and wear a crown."
Wearing a feather crown? What is he talking about? He doesn’t match Zhilou’s complaints. Isn’t this a question or an answer?
Feng Zhilou was stunned for a moment, knowing that all the words just now were in vain. He was intentionally protecting Princess Liluo and did not want to listen to Princess Liluo's bad words. Even if he was talking in a scattered manner, it would be meaningless to be indignant. Forget it, I'd better drink.
, let’s rescue Hunbao.
Feng Zhilou was really disappointed with Chu Moshang, even despaired and discouraged. Let this kind of confused man be left to that woman Li Luo, hoping that he would become a good monarch as the Dragon Emperor.
Zhilou sat back on his original position, bandaged his wrist randomly, and continued to fill the wine.
"Come on, let's have another drink, and there will be no more days when I want to drink like this."
Zhilou still gave her a respect for her first, and Chu Moshang looked at her eyebrows and drank the wine in the wine glass.
"The taste of this wine is really different. I don't know what good wine it is. The young master needs to drink more." After saying that, Feng Zhilou put Chu Moshang on again, feeling strange. Isn't he good at drinking?
Why didn’t I even mean a little drunk now? But I just drank two cups and my face became hotter.
"This is the alcohol liquid of the holy land. Most people don't have the chance to drink this wine. If you like it, drink more." Chu Moshang picked up a silver jar and placed it on the table.
Feng Zhilou felt that the situation was not good, why did Chu Moshang look drunk? Could it be that he is very good at drinking? A pair of puzzled eyes glanced at Chu Moshang, and took it all around before taking it back.
Yes, he looks gentle and elegant, and most of these men cannot drink it.
Feng Zhilou was thinking and put it on Chu Moshang again. Chu Moshang picked up the wine glass and drank it happily.
Feng Zhilou miscalculated this time. First, the wine is really different. It tastes mellow, but it is very powerful when it enters the body. Second, the man in front of him is still sitting upright until now, his face is not changed, and he is not affected by the wine at all.
On the contrary, I was a little overwhelmed with alcohol.
Until Feng Zhilou got drunk, she didn't understand how Chu Moshang could drink better than her?
"How much can you drink?" Feng Zhilou pinched the wine glass, but she really couldn't drink it anymore. Her stomach was burning and her heart was dizzy.
"I have never been drunk, but I don't like drinking." His tone was still so clear and quiet.
Feng Zhilou almost fainted when he heard this. He had never been drunk before. He dared to say that he was not good at drinking. It turned out that he didn't like drinking. It was really hateful...
I can't drink any more. If I continue drinking, Miss Fengqi will be sold. I don't know what's going on.
Feng Zhilou stood up with support and shook his hand.
"No, I won't drink anymore, I have to... go back first..."
This is Qin Kun Palace, not Wuyang Palace, she must not be drunk here. If someone sees her lying here, she will be unable to wash it even if she jumps into the Yellow River. But after standing up, Feng Zhilou knows what the holy land is.
The liquid is indeed the best among wine, and she struggled.
As soon as he took a step, Feng Zhilou felt dizzy and his body fell down like a feather.
The sky is turning, the earth is turning, the entire Qiankun Palace is turning, and above my head, the figure of a tall man is also turning. It is really embarrassing to think about it. He wanted to pour someone down, but he fell to the ground.
At this time, Chu Moshang was drowning, with a faint smile on his lips, and he was indeed smiling.
Chu Moshang leaned over, squatted beside her for a while, then reached out and lifted the hair in front of Zhilou's cheek, looked at her with interest, then he opened his arms and hugged her in his arms, lightly
Walk gently into the bedroom.
Feng Zhilou was shocked. What did he do when he held her? Even if he wanted to take her back to Wuyang Palace, he should go out. Why did he get inside?
A dirty thought suddenly jumped into Zhilou's mind...
He didn't want to do something rude while she was drunk, right? In an instant, various scenes emerged in his mind. Chu Moshang smiled lewdly and rushed up. After stripping her naked, various scenes came to his mind.
Not only that, he turned into a dragon body and showed his power...
At this time, Chu Moshang became a lustful dragon in Feng Zhilou's eyes. Maybe he had made plans before he got drunk, just like Miss Fengqi's idea of hitting him with a ring.
"Chu Moshang, you... dare..." The warning he shouted hard sounded so powerless and a little trembling.
However, the thing that made Zhilou worried did not happen. He did not pounce on him, nor did he turn into a seidel dragon. He just put her gently on the bed, took out a silk handkerchief and wiped her cheek, and then sat upright.
In front of the bed, I looked at her silently.
Just watching it, nothing happened?
In fact, it is true. Chu Moshang really just sat like this, staring at her, his deep eyes never left her cheeks, which made Zhilou unable to help but think of Liu Xiahui. It should be said that he was the same as Liu Xiahui.
The dragon.
Suddenly, Feng Zhilou became a little depressed. It seemed that on the wedding night in Fengjiazhuang, people only wanted her for the blood of the Nine Yin, but in the heart of Shenglong, they had nothing to do with a woman like her.
Desire can be expressed, otherwise how could there be nothing wrong with it on one bed and the other in such a quiet night?
A small grievance surged in my heart. Feng Zhilou knew that there was no need to worry, and there would be no inappropriate things. Even if she took off her naked and lay here, she was just the benefactor who had saved Chu Moshang.
The drinking power kept coming, and Feng Zhilou was really tired. Although he tried his best to persevere, he still blinked his eyes and fell asleep.
Seeing that Zhilou was asleep, Chu Moshang gently held Zhilou's hand and gently untie the white cloth on her wrist. A scar was shocking, making her fair skin have a flaw out of thin air. Chu Moshang frowned slightly
His head slowly opened his mouth, and the shiny dragon ball flew out and stroked Zhilou's wrist. Wherever he passed, the wound closed, the red marks on his face disappeared, and his skin returned to its original state, crystal clear.
The dragon ball entered Chu Moshang's mouth again, and the light disappeared.
He was still sitting in front of the bed, not letting go of her little hand, and was in a daze for a long time until Fei Yuan's voice sounded behind him.
"Young Master, it's time to return to the holy land."
Fei Yuan shouted, and found that the young master was still sitting there without a response, so he had to shout again.
"Young Master, you can't stay for Miss Fengqi for too long. This is not in accordance with the rules."
"Feiyuan."
Chu Moshang finally spoke, but his voice was different from the usual vicissitudes. He sighed and asked indifferently: "Is the position of Dragon Emperor really that important? I have given up too much for it."