A joking laugh interrupted Qingcheng's wandering thoughts. He closed his eyes and looked back. Xuanyuan was wearing a purple gold crown, his clothes were slightly open, and he stood behind Qingcheng with a drunken face and the smell of alcohol.
Sub-painting, fell into obsession.
"I just like to see Luochen's smile!" Xuanyuan Qi stepped forward with slightly drunken steps, while Qingcheng narrowly avoided it. He walked to the painting, raised his hand and touched the smile of the woman in the painting: "
Luochen, tonight is our special day, you just have to smile!"
"Come here." Xuanyuan Qi, who was drunk, did not forget Qingcheng in the palace. He hooked his hand and took Qingcheng into his arms, and walked towards the dragon bed with staggering steps.
Her body stiffened under his touch. Qingcheng had the urge to push away, but she controlled it and helped Xuanyuan Qi mechanically walk towards the large, gorgeous dragon couch covered with gauze curtains. In her mind
Constantly convincing myself: "It will be fine if it passes. Everything will be fine after tonight."
"Why, you're afraid." Before the dragon bed, Xuanyuan Qi stopped at some point and looked at her mockingly. The drunkenness just now was gone.
Qingcheng panicked for a moment, then looked into his mocking eyes: "The emperor enters a new house every day and is a groom every night. This is Qingcheng's first time, so it is inevitable to be nervous. Isn't this strange?"
"Haha!" Xuanyuan Qi stared at Qingcheng, chuckled, turned to face her and stretched out his arms.
Qingcheng was puzzled and looked at him doubtfully.
"What, do you want me to take off my clothes myself?" Xuanyuan Qi looked at Qingcheng, sarcastically and arrogantly.
"Oh!" His face was slightly red, and he stretched out his stiff fingers to untie the dragon clasp on the dragon robe.
Bronze-colored, strong and muscular muscles were gradually exposed. Xuanyuan Qi's gradually heavier breath gasped in his ears, and Qingcheng's hands began to tremble a little.
With a scornful sneer, Qingcheng's lowered head was tilted up by his chin, and he looked into his mocking eyes: "Thousands of twists and turns, despite all the tricks, I didn't expect that the goddess would still be willing to obediently climb onto my dragon.
Cot. Haha!" Xuanyuan Qi smiled, he laughed wildly.
Biting his lower lip with his upper teeth, Qingcheng averted his eyes, not looking at Xuanyuan Qi's extremely proud smiling face.
He lowered his head and gradually came closer to Xuanyuan Qi's face. There was obsession in his eyes, and lust was beating in those dark and sharp eyes. His face was getting closer and closer, and Qingcheng closed his eyes as if he was about to die.
"Your Majesty, you haven't had a cup of wine yet!" A clear voice broke the ambiguous and clingy atmosphere here.
Xuanyuan Qi's lips parted as soon as they touched. He let go of Qingcheng, raised his head in displeasure, and directed his sharp eyes at the source of the sound: "Who asked you to come in?"
A pretty and charming young palace maid smiled coquettishly and stood in the palace with a tray. She looked confused at Xuanyuan Qi's reproach and walked forward with swaying steps: "Your Majesty, please share a glass of wine with the bride."
As she spoke, with a bright smile on her lips, she raised the tray with two Long Er Jasper cups in front of Xuanyuan Qi.
Qingcheng was inexplicably looking at this uninvited guest who suddenly came in, and there was something strange.
Xuanyuan Qi's eagle-like eyes flashed past. He was not angry at the somewhat rude palace maid. He turned around and laughed and said to Qingcheng: "I forgot to have a drink with the new princess."
The jasper wine glass was immediately filled with amber wine.
Qingcheng raised his hand to pick up a glass and brought it to his face. The aroma of wine immediately hit his nostrils.
Xuanyuan Qi's eyes never left the palace maid, he chuckled, picked up a cup, and walked around Qingcheng's arm.
"Drink quickly!" the palace maid urged.
Qingcheng didn't think much. He closed his eyes, raised his head, poured all the wine in the cup and drank: If you can get drunk tonight, that would be great!
Withdrawing his hand, he stretched the empty cup in front of the palace maid: "Give me another cup!"
"Haha! Sorry, ma'am, there is no more!" The palace maid looked at Qingcheng and replied with a sweet smile, then turned to Xuanyuan Qi and said, "Your Majesty, we can have a drink here. The bride has already drunk, why doesn't Your Majesty drink?"
Qingcheng turned around and saw that Xuanyuan Qi was still holding the glass of wine, not drinking it, and looking at the palace maid with sharp eyes.
"This wine is poisonous." Xuanyuan Qi said lightly, his expression changed, he threw the wine glass to the ground, and reached out to catch the palace maid: "You are not a palace maid, who sent you to assassinate me?"
Is the wine poisonous? Qingcheng's heart felt cold, but he felt nothing strange. He couldn't help but feel relieved and looked at the palace maid.
"Your Majesty, you are so smart. You have discovered this too!" The palace maid did not struggle. Ren Xuanyuan Qi grabbed her throat and said with a smile, as if Xuanyuan Qidao had revealed a shocking secret.
"Tell me, who sent you? Or I'll kill you!" Xuanyuan Qi roared in a low voice, as if he had been humiliated, and tightened his grip.
"Your Majesty, don't you feel uncomfortable there?" She asked with difficulty with a sneer on her lips.