Chapter 137

Royal intrigue, treacherous clouds, a careless is the fate of Sen Liang!

She was a little distracted, suddenly felt her fingers were held by people, and then Ning Yi's voice laughed in her ear, "your hands are really cold, are you worried about me?"

Feng Zhiwei wakes up and laughs at him, "yes, I'm worried that the wine money can't be collected."

"Merciless woman..." Ning Yi's low smile sound in the ear side, the heat blowing her slightly itch, she let, Ning Yi then go further, close to her ear side smile: "you are merciless, I dare not, the previous sentence I was lying to you, I really don't trust you..."

Feng Zhiwei immediately put on a fake smile, ready to refute back, but listen to the man's voice: "don't worry, you have a wolf on the left and a tiger on the right, you don't know when you eat..."

You are the only one who can really eat people!

Feng Zhiwei was annoyed and wanted to push away. He was afraid that the action would be too big to be found by the superior. However, the carriage was narrow and there was no place to hide. Seeing the guy on her shoulder, he refused to come down. He left the imperial city for a while. He was much more relaxed, even with the calm look on his eyebrows Some light, Feng know micro immediately worried, this long road after how to survive his royal highness?

She is more powerful than Duan. She is more cruel than her. Her heart is harder than her

When his eyes turned, he suddenly picked up a bottle of wine with a smile and said, "really? I'd like to thank your Highness for your concern

Ning Yi leans on her lazily. She is very satisfied with the benefits of the carriage that people can't move. She waves to indicate that you can come up and wait. Feng Zhiwei goes to get a cup with a fake smile. Suddenly, she pinches his high nose. Ning Yi opens her mouth subconsciously. Feng Zhiwei raises her hand and fills a bottle of wine.

She moves very fast, rather than play cold, this woman is so vicious, and before she can recover, she has a bottle of wine, and she coughs violently. Her eyes are covered with light water, and her jade skin is red and shallow, and her eyes are flowing. The bright and bright color, which is different from that of ordinary days, makes people dizzy.

Unfortunately, Feng Zhiwei is not a normal race. She is not dizzy or dizzy. She does not look at the drunk beauty. She smiles and throws away the bottle which is written as "three days drunk" of desert spirits. She claps her hands and calls her home to be small.

"Peach powder!"

Young master Gu floated down the roof of the car, picked up the noble royal highness of the king of Chu, and strode to the tail of the motorcade in the eyes of everyone's surprise. He looked for the most broken carriage for loading goods and pushed his highness into it.

The people who had lost their chin were still wondering when his highness of Chu would come out and how he would be treated like this. Feng Zhiwei leaned out of his body and called out: "brother Gu, that's your royal highness of Chu. Don't be rude..."

She stamped her feet and said hello. Her anxiety was reflected in the color. Mr. Gu stood steadily on the roof of the car and ate his walnuts slowly, until he felt that Fengzhi's performance was too much, and then he popped out a walnut.

Feng Zhiwei wheezes and shrinks back and lies down to drink.

It suddenly occurred to them that, oh, it's not Lord Wei's wanton behavior. It's said that his highly skilled guard even dares to beat the prince. Who can stop him? Hurry up to rescue Ning Yi.

He Lianzheng ran over with two bright eyes and pushed the crowd away happily, "I'll come! I'll do it He picked up the noble highness and sent him to the second carriage with a smile. He didn't send him on the seat. He tried his best to fill the seat.

Ning Yi, who was suddenly poured down by a bottle of super strong liquor, only had time to raise his hand in the vicious manipulation of he Lianzheng. He pointed to fengzhiwei from a distance, and then he was fatally drunk and fainted.

Several days after the drinking incident, fengzhiwei was not happy at all - she finally tasted the bitter fruit of the prank - it turned out that his highness was not good at drinking. This man had only a few cups, and more drops could make him drunk all night, not to mention the whole bottle of spirits that fengzhiwei poured.

Because he couldn't drink, he often held a cup of wine in the imperial capital. In fact, it was often filled with clear water. Feng Zhiwei understood the reason why he still dared to drink wine endlessly when he had a relapse of playing chess.

Royal Children dare not expose their own defects at any time, because any defects may become the handle of being put to death.

Feng Zhi sighed a little, and washed the handkerchief by the river, so as to cool down someone who was drunk and feverish. This person was really magical. He was so drunk that he didn't know anything about it. He just recognized her. He was drunk and lying in the carriage. Anyone who went to wait for him would shake his hands and roll away. Only when she came, he would lie down quietly and put on a look of being picked by the emperor.

Feng Zhiwei said to herself - I'm a gentleman, I'm a gentleman, I'm a gentleman, I don't see a spring I don't see a spring I don't see I don't see

She recited it more than ten times. She carried water into the carriage and undressed him with her eyes closed. As soon as she untied a few buttons, Ning Yi suddenly opened her eyes and said lazily, "don't use strong..."

Feng Zhi micro hand a shudder, nearly pulled the button down, the man closed his eyes and said: "gentle point..."

Feng knows to smile, sweet smile way: "faint?""Dizzy..."

Feng Zhiwei uncoiled his clothes with light hands and feet. His fingers were as dexterous as the breeze, and he preferred to play with his long eyelashes half covered.

"Comfortable?"

"Comfortable Press my left shoulder

The man under his fingers is lazy and sleepy, his clothes are wide open, his skin is pale red, smooth and moist, and his lines are delicate and powerful. The light fragrance of wine and his unique gorgeous and cool breath interweave together, dense in the narrow carriage, fragrant and boundless.

Feng Zhiwei put the cold cloth towel aside, rubbed his fingers hot, and pressed his left shoulder with a smile. His chatting voice was as light as gossamer.

"What does it feel like to be drunk?"

"Venus shines in all directions..."

"I'll drink with you next time..."

"Well..."

Ning Yi's eyelids gradually closed and his reply became more casual.

Feng Zhiwei looked at him and slowly buttoned his buttons, one by one, gently.

Her tone, as intoxicating as dusk, was not alert.

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