The most powerful minister in the world

At night, the grass on the south bank of the river is flat, the moon is bright, the water is sentimental, and the scenery is prosperous.

Let's talk about Jingxi and Taozi riding all the way back to the courtyard. Jingxi was gargling by the living pool. The osmanthus wine was really powerful. He drank less than half a jar, but it was more than half a jar.

Jing Xi always felt sticky on his body, not to mention the back and forth with "Iron Caltrop" Ji Zhu, just Wang Xiaoyu's teasing was really annoying to him.

Not to mention there are any decent people in the world, they are just masters who are desperate to save face and suffer the consequences.

Jingxi said to Taozi who was standing behind him: "You first take Qingtuan to Laner in the west room, and I'll go take a bath."

Taozi nodded and went to the west room.

Jingxi, who stretched his lazy waist, let out a hey, took off his clothes and jumped into the pond expanded from the ancient well for a swim.

It wasn't until the carp in the pond swarmed to attack him that he rushed out of the water with a roar, simply put on his coat, and walked straight to the west room with half-pull boots on.

You have to have a good "heart-to-heart" with Lian'er tonight, otherwise how can you get rid of the smell of alcohol and the aroused blood?

When he passed the south room, he looked inside and felt relieved when he saw candlelight flickering.

It's already this hour, what if Li San is still chatting happily in the curtain room.

Jingxi tiptoed open the two movable trap doors in the middle of the six doors in the west room, and walked towards the bed without hesitation.

In the quilt, he saw a graceful figure lying peacefully. Jingxi shouted, kicked off his boots, and rushed into the quilt naked, without stopping his hands and feet.

Hearing an unprecedented scream coming from under the covers, Jingxi felt something bad and no longer had the slightest hint of drunkenness.

He jumped out of bed in a hurry, with nothing to cover him. His eyes looked at Li San, who was holding the quilt tightly on the bed and wearing only his underwear, gritting his teeth and looking like he was about to kill someone with shame and anger.

Jingxi quickly covered his crotch and slurred in a panic: "You, you, you, why are you in Lan'er's room?"

"what!!!!!!!"

An hour later, in the main hall, Lian'er watched with distress as his son's eyes became red, swollen and blue, and the dents from the slap marks on his left and right cheeks had not yet been eliminated.

Li San sat on a chair near the door with his face flushed and looked at Jing Xi fiercely.

"Lian'er, I feel like my lower jaw is loose."

Lian'er rubbed Jingxi's face and said distressedly: "Young master, it's true that you always get drunk at night and do such frivolous things. Third sister can't even explain it without beating you."

"If it hadn't been for the curtain, the third sister would never have treated the young master too harshly."

Jing Xi looked at Lan'er resentfully, and Lan'er pretended not to notice, still complaining about Jing Xi, but in fact he was complaining to Li San.

Li San suddenly stood up and walked towards Jing Xi.

Jingxi felt as if he was facing a formidable enemy, he put his hands on his chest and said angrily: "What else do you want to do? I tell you, this time I am the one who is in the wrong, and you will be fine. If you bite your nose and face again, don't blame me." You're welcome!"

Li San said nothing, took out a pair of scissors from his sleeve and cursed: "****"

Hearing this, Lian'er's almond-shaped eyes widened, as if she couldn't believe that such words came from Li San's mouth.

The corner of Jingxi's mouth twitched as she continued to curse: "You scoundrel, scoundrel, scoundrel, I'm going to cut off every part of your body that I saw tonight!"

"You...you, you are presumptuous!"

Li San ignored Jing Xi's cry and ran straight towards him. Lian'er quickly stopped her and hugged her: "Third sister, calm down. Where did you see the young master???"

Hearing this, Li San became even more embarrassed and angry. The sound of scissors clicking sounded to Jing Xi just like the death bell from the underworld.

"Who asked you to be in Lian'er's room? Can you rely on me?!!!"

"Oh, sir, please stop talking. It was Lian'er who asked Third Sister to sleep in the west room. We agreed to chat all night."

"Hey, you girl, are you helping me or her?"

"Hmph, if Lian'er helps the manager or not the bride, it's the master's fault first."

"What? Did I make a mistake first? Didn't we forget the curtains that we usually enjoy at night?"

"Young Master is talking nonsense again! How embarrassing!"

"What a shame, I won't be able to forgive you in the future!"

Li San was sandwiched between the two people, and it was really hard to resist listening to the two of them talking about tigers and wolves.

Finally, he stamped his feet angrily, threw the scissors at Jingxi's feet, angrily broke away from the curtain, slammed the door and left.

Jingxi leaned against the pillar and swallowed hard. Lian'er immediately rushed over and beat him hard on the chest.

Before Jingxi could speak again, Yan'er jumped away from him and stared at him with bulging cheeks.

This was embarrassing for him. As soon as he raised his feet, Lian'er snorted heavily and returned to the west room, closing the door with a clang.

Jingxi froze on the spot, his hands trembling incessantly: "Oh my God, my earth, I have provoked someone!"

I heard him shouting into the empty yard again: "Only villains and women are difficult to raise!!!!"

What he didn't know was that after Liang'er returned to the west room, she leaned against the door, covered her mouth, and kept snickering, her spiritual almond eyes turning non-stop.

After laughing for a long time, he stood at the crack of the door and looked out. He saw Jingxi holding a broom and dancing like a demon in the yard.

Early the next morning, Feng Zhuoyi knocked on the door, and Jingxi yawned and came out to open the door.

Hearing Feng Zhuoyi's ooh, he jumped out.

"What's your ghost's name?"

"You, you, you, Second Young Master," Feng Zhuoyi said while taking out a handkerchief from his sleeve to wipe his sweat, "What kind of assassination did you suffer?"

"Don't fucking open any pot and lift it. If you fart, hurry up. I have to go back and catch up on my sleep."

Feng Zhuoyi slapped his forehead and said, "I was so frightened by you that I forgot all about the business. Get dressed quickly and I will take you somewhere."

"ill."

After that, he yawned and walked back. Feng Zhuoyi quickly followed him back to the house. Before he could lie down on the bed, he pulled him up and changed his clothes.

"Second Young Master, you will definitely like the place I take you to."

"Oh, why are you so crazy so early in the morning? Don't disturb my sleep, get out!"

Feng Zhuoyi raised his cheek and flicked his tongue to seduce: "Tsk, tsk, it would be a pity if you don't go there. The treasure will be gone if it's gone."

After hearing about treasures twice, Jingxi still didn't cheer up, and said vaguely: "Young master, I have seen a lot of treasures, so I don't care about them."

"Oh~ That's it, then I can have it all to myself."

As he said that, Feng Zhuoyi looked very regretful and was about to leave without looking back.

If he continued to argue with reason, maybe Jingxi would still not take it seriously, but when he made such a difference, Jingxi suddenly woke up.

Pulling his sleeves and pulling him back, he said, "If I'm not satisfied, young master, just wait until I become like me."

Feng Zhuoyi suppressed a smile and said, "To be honest, I really want to know how hard it takes to get swollen like this."

"Can you still see with both eyes now?"

Jingxi cursed, picked up his boots and threw them towards Feng Zhuoyi who was already running out the door.