At the end of the meal, everyone gathered around to watch Gu Yihan and Ye Siming compete in drinking.
Gu Yihan's drinking capacity has always been good, but when everyone looked down, they noticed that Gu Yihan's face was gradually turning red after drinking.
On the other hand, Ye Siming still had a calm and cold face, without changing his expression.
After a while, after drinking this wine, it first filled my stomach and then made me intoxicated.
Gu Yihan's face already showed a slightly confused drunken state.
Seeing this, Gu Nuoer looked at Ye Siming, covered her lips with her little hand, and said loudly: "Ahem!"
Ye Siming had just picked up a new jar of wine, and when he heard the sound, the young man moved.
Then he put the wine jar back on the table and lay down directly.
He tried his best to pretend to be drunk and said a few words coldly: "Drunk."
Qiao Xiuli, who had always been so calm, couldn't help but sneered, and then suppressed his laughter.
Gu Nuoer pressed her eyebrows.
Brother Siming doesn’t even pretend to look like him!
Gu Yihan braced himself and took the lead in laughing: "You got drunk so quickly?
I still feel nothing!”
After saying that, he felt a little nauseous and let out an inaudible belch.
Concubine Qiao closed her eyes helplessly.
She stood up and said, "I've had enough fun. Your Majesty defeated Si Ming. I see that you both drank a lot, so I'll send you to the guest room to rest for a while."
Gu Yihan waved his hand and stood up while supporting the table: "I have nothing to do, so I'll send Marquis Yongye off first."
As he spoke, his body was swaying, and as if to show that he was fine, he took the initiative to walk over and help Ye Siming up.
Ye Siming originally lowered his head and pretended to be drunk, but Gu Yihan dragged him up.
The young man had no choice but to raise a pair of cold, black eyes. There was a composure in his expression, how could there be any hint of drunkenness?
Gu Nuoer winked at him.
Ye Siming remained calm and supported the swaying Gu Yihan.
“Where is the guest room?
I will send Marquis Yong Ye over."
Gu Yihan said drunkenly.
Mrs. Qiao quickly assigned a maid to accompany her.
Concubine Qiao felt uneasy, so she picked up her skirt and followed her.
Mrs. Qiao waved her hands repeatedly: "Nuo'er, you should go and have a look too."
Instead, Gu Nuoer sat steadily and smiled with a playful eyebrow.
"I won't go. Mom will take care of dad. Brother Siming is not drunk. He will be back later."
On the way to the guest room.
Gu Yihan was supported by Ye Siming, his tone full of drunkenness.
"Yong Yehou, I know that sometimes you must be scolding me in your heart for being mean to you, right?"
Ye Siming replied calmly: "No, I never curse in my heart."
Gu Yihan laughed twice and then said with a serious face: "I don't believe it."
After he finished speaking, he patted Ye Siming on the shoulder helplessly: "You have to understand me, I am just a child like Nuo'er."
Ye Siming raised his eyebrows.
Are the twenty-eight princes not considered human beings?
Gu Yihan sighed: "If you want to marry her, it doesn't matter how reluctant I am. The important thing is that Nuo'er is happy and she is willing."
"If I forcibly break them up, wouldn't it be like beating a mandarin duck?
But having said that, it makes me feel depressed to ask me to hand over the daughter I raised for nothing!"
As he spoke, he hit Ye Siming's heart hard twice.
The young man didn't even frown, nor did he remind Gu Yihan that he had knocked the wrong person.
Concubine Qiao was watching from the side, she hesitated to speak, and in the end she could only shake her head helplessly.
Ye Siming said calmly: "If the emperor feels uncomfortable, you can take it out on me. I can bear it and I can bear it."