Combined with the prime minister's rush these past few days, the smell of cigarette smoke on his body, and the questions he once asked himself, the little emperor's heart softened due to intoxication.
While Shen Yu was watching the beauty dance, he glanced at the emperor from the corner of his eye. To his surprise, he saw him secretly opening the gift he had given him, with a satisfied expression on his face. Shen Yu also smiled sheepishly.
Fortunately, he didn't mind it, and he should be quite satisfied with his expression.
The emperor has everything. Whatever he gives may not win the emperor's heart, so the gifts you make are meaningful. Make the mung bean cake he likes, be the person he likes...
Shen Jun patted his red face gently and focused more on watching the beauty he liked dance.
"Prime Minister, what sneaky thing did you do with your hands to be damaged like this?" Shen Jun's hands were a bit rough from the experience in the kitchen these days, and Feng Daiyun saw it and laughed.
Shen Jun was unhappy. He wanted to try his best to ignore this problem, but she was very enthusiastic about talking about it.
Shen Jun ignored her, but hid his hand, and only stretched out his hand when he had to celebrate.
Why are his hands so rough? He is a man, why should he have such white and tender hands?
Shen Jiong was determined that with his own personality, temperament and talents, there would always be something that would impress the emperor.
The banquet took a long time to break up, and Shen Zui was a little drowsy. His legs were particularly sore now because there were too many people and he walked more than when he was doing Qing Gong.
My body stiffened when I sat up, and when I stood up, I felt as if my legs were no longer my own.
"I like mung bean cake very much."
Suddenly, Shen Jun felt the pressure. Turning his eyes, he saw the emperor right behind him.
"Your Majesty." Shen Jiu turned around with difficulty, then smiled sweetly: "Happy eighteenth birthday."
"Yes." Qiang Ceyan responded positively and said bluntly: "I feel happier because I received the gift from the Prime Minister."
"That's good."
Shen Xun's eyes wandered for a few times, those concubines couldn't stay up too late at night, and they didn't have the energy or energy to snatch the emperor's brand, so they went back to rest.
The generals, tutors, and other ministers who remained were so drunk that they were carried away by their subordinates.
Shen Jun was really exhausted. He raised his hand, grabbed the clothes around the emperor's waist, and said softly: "I'm tired. I'm afraid I won't be able to go back."
The emperor lowered himself in front of him and directly carried him on his back. It was strange that Shen Jiu was not prepared, but when he realized that he had been on the emperor's broad and thick back for a long time.
Shen Jun did not reject him, but his tone was a little anxious: "The Emperor is not afraid."
"What are you afraid of?" Qiang Ceyan put his hands on his hands to hold Shen Zui more firmly on his back.
Shen Jun lay down lazily, "I'm afraid... I'm afraid that the eunuch and the maid will know that you are carrying me behind your back now."
Although they all lowered their heads and stayed far away, they still knew everything they should know and what they shouldn't know.
Qiang Ceyan said bluntly: "No matter what others say, I will not sit on the throne for several years at my age."
What he means is that he has his own way of living, and other people's gossip and gossip has nothing to do with him.
But the chewing tongue was so bad that Shen Jun absolutely believed that the little emperor had made that man unable to speak for the rest of his life.
"Your Majesty, are you carrying me directly to your palace?"
Qiang Ceyan nodded, "You can't refuse, today is my birthday, you have to satisfy me."