Dressed as a villain eunuch, he was robbed by the world because of his sand sculpture.

But probably not many people saw it, most of them were drunk.

Even Qi Yebai and Qi Yeci were drunk, but Qi Yejin and Jun Xian seemed to be gone. They probably didn't enjoy the stay and left early.

She looked at Jun Jing's table, "One, two, three, four...eight pots!"

Seeing Yue Fuling half dragging Jun Jing out of Shuyu Hall, Yan Zhuo laughed unceremoniously.

Yue Fuling dragged Jun Jing while scolding him: "You should be lucky that I am strong now, otherwise I would be the devil to serve you."

Almost all of Jun Jing's weight was on Yue Fuling. He unreasonably pulled off her eunuch hat, rested his chin on the hair on top of her head, put his arm around her shoulders, and watched helplessly as the person in his arms struggled to hold on. She followed him, lowered her head slightly, and kissed her softly.

Soon, Jun Jing stood up straighter, as if he was annoyed at his temporary indulgence, pursed his lips, and then leaned over again and rested his chin on Yue Fuling's head as if he couldn't resist the temptation.

Yue Fuling couldn't bear it anymore and shouted: "Commander Gao, there are assassins!"

Gao Ge appeared immediately, Yue Fuling shook her head violently without shaking her chin, and said with her head numb, "The Emperor is drunk."

Gao Ge looked at the head above her head, his eyes were clear and cold.

Gao Ge: "..."

The selfless commander of the imperial army turned around and left, "I still have official duties to attend to, thank you for your hard work."

Yue Fuling: "Isn't your biggest official duty to protect the emperor?!"

Gao Ge's figure disappeared indifferently into the darkness.

Yue Fuling raised her eyes and said sympathetically: "Your Majesty, you look like you are fooling around. Commander Gao doesn't care about you anymore."

Jun Jing let out a dull sigh, sounding as if he had been wronged.

The weather was already cold at night, and Yue Fuling was afraid that Jun Jing would be squeaky after drinking wine and being blown by the wind, so she quickly dragged him to Zhaoyang Hall.

Fortunately, after struggling for a while, Jun Jing seemed to wake up a lot and was not as strenuous as before.

But the head was still resting on hers.

"No, did you pour the wine into your head? It's so heavy."

She pushed the man onto the dragon bed and pulled down his hair, feeling that the top of his head was about to be pierced by the man's chin.

"Okay, I'm leaving. I still have a battle to fight, a war of words between the eunuch and the emperor! I can only win but not lose!"

Yue Fuling turned around to leave, but suddenly there was a stab and a section of her sleeve was torn off.

Jun Jing looked down at the sleeve in his hand, quickly reacted, threw down the sleeve and held her wrist.

There were no lights in the hall, and only the moonlight shone into the hall, making Jun Jing's deep eyes look even deeper.

The noise of Sizhu in the distance seemed to be on the horizon, and they were the only two hiding in a corner of the world.

Yue Fuling's heartbeat accelerated uncontrollably, "What...what are you doing?"

Jun Jing looked up at her, "You were by my side, why did you suddenly leave?"

Yue Fuling didn't answer and asked instead: "Your Majesty, are you really drunk?"

Jun Jing nodded.

Yue Fuling: "Where is the key to your treasury?"

"In the small room I took you to, in the cabinet in the corner of the bookshelf on the right."

"So precise? Can a drunk person speak in such detail?"

Jun Jing pursed her lips and said nothing, and gradually tightened her grip on Yue Fuling's wrist, like a child who was at a loss when he made a mistake but was stubborn and refused to admit it.

Yue Fuling thought that Jun Jing like this was a bit cute and couldn't help but laugh, "How old are you, Your Majesty?"

"Three out of twenty."

"Do you think I'm smart?"

"clever."

Yue Fuling almost laughed out loud, she was so drunk.

She asked again: "Your Majesty, do you have any secrets?"

"I told you everything."

"Who else have you told?"

"Only you." Jun Jing frowned and repeated, "Only you."

Yue Fuling touched her hot face. It wasn't that she wasn't skilled enough, it was Jun Jing's appearance, coupled with such a cute drunk look, and the collarbone exposed by the wide open collar, it was hard for anyone to resist.

Can she put Jun Jing to sleep before leaving the palace?

No no no.

She calmed down quickly.

After sleeping with Jun Jing, he knew she was a woman, and since there were no effective contraceptive measures for men in this era, it would be terrible if she got pregnant.

Thinking of this, she blushed and thought too far.

"Ahem! Your Majesty, please go to sleep."

"Why are you leaving?" Jun Jing refused to let her go.

"There are still guests in Shuyu Hall. Since you are not here, I have to go and take a look."

Jun Jing looked into her eyes, "Not now, but just now, why did you suddenly leave my side?"

Yue Fuling thought for a while and then reacted, "Oh, you're talking about that. That's not Concubine Sheng coming. I thought she should sit next to you, because I was so crowded."

She went to play with You Huaize and Jing Zhan.

Wei Yu said that Concubine Sheng was the only one that Jun Jing took the initiative to bring into the palace. She had followed him since he was a prince, so she must have feelings for her.

She doesn't want to be a light bulb.

Yue Fuling licked her lips, suddenly feeling a little annoyed.

She didn't know what was bothering her.

"Concubine Sheng will not sit next to me. You are the only one next to me." Jun Jing stared at Yue Fuling for a while, then suddenly asked: "Do you mind?"

Yue Fuling jumped away as if she had been burned, "What do I mind? I'm just a little eunuch, I don't mind!"

Mad, she's in love.

She seems to really like Jun Jing.

Terrible.

Yue Fuling clenched her fists, and her whole body tensed up. She was playing with herself, and she was playing with herself.

Suddenly, a shadow was cast in front of her. Jun Jing stood in front of her, his Adam's apple twitching slightly, "I, I'm sorry."

Yue Fuling, who was still distracted but had already driven to the edge of the city, suddenly shivered when she heard the word "sorry", "What?"

Jun Jing swallowed his saliva. It seemed that these words were extremely difficult for him. It took him a long time to say dryly, "I never thought that there would be someone in my heart, so I don't care how many people there are in the harem, no matter how many people are here with me." It’s all in vain, I’m too arrogant, I’m sorry.”

Yue Fuling's scalp is numb, what does it mean?

What does it mean!

Who can tell her what this means!

She asked tentatively: "Now...you have...in your heart?"

Jun Jing nodded, "Yes."

Yue Fuling's throat was dry and she swallowed furiously. Her voice shook so much that she was startled, "Who is it? Who is it?"

Just as Jun Jing was about to speak, she suddenly shouted, "Wait a minute! Don't say it!"

The word "you" was lost in her suddenly raised voice.

Jun Jing paused, pretended that he didn't say anything just now, and said again: "You."

"Hiss!" Goosebumps swept over Yue Fuling's body again.

She couldn't help but be fierce, "I've already said it, don't say it!"

Jun Jing: "You're too late."

Yue Fuling: "You still blame me?"

Jun Jing: "It's my fault."

Yue Fuling was speechless for a moment, then took a step back, "Stay, don't move, I'll be back later."

Jun Jing was puzzled, but still stood obediently, watching the figure run out of Zhaoyang Palace, secretly regretting not hugging him just now.

So, do you like him or don't you?

Yue Fuling rushed all the way to Shuyu Hall, and met Luo Wenshi and several literati who were talking loudly in the pavilion.

It seems that Jun Jing was mentioned again, or it was simply a reunion of Jun Jing's fans.

Luo Wenshi said loudly: "Impossible! None of the concubines who appeared today are worthy of His Majesty Feng Yi. With His Majesty Feng Yi's talents, the person he likes must be stunningly talented, unique, unique, talented and capable of conquering the country and the city. !”

Yue Fuling couldn't help but be mean, "Why are you praising me behind my back?"

Luo Wenshi heard the voice and looked over, "What a shameless little eunuch, who praised you? But you are His Majesty Feng Yi's personal eunuch. Tell me, is His Majesty Feng Yi's ideal person the one I mentioned?" Like?"

Yue Fuling raised her eyebrows, "Aren't you talking about me?"

Luo Wenshi drank some wine, his emotions showed up, and he said angrily: "You are so presumptuous! If His Majesty Feng Yi likes you, I will never recognize him as a leader again! I will never collect his writings again!"

Yue Fuling sympathized: "Then there is a high probability that your house will collapse."