Your Majesty, the Emperor is playing your cards again!

Chapter 700: Sisters are like siblings, men are like clothes

Delicious food and fine wine were quickly delivered like water. When the concubines in the harem learned that Concubine Xia had returned, they all rushed over to congratulate her.

Xia Baozheng naturally wanted to invite them to have a drink, and for a moment, Jinxiu Pavilion was as lively as New Year's Day.

The harem, which had been silent for a long time, finally came alive as if a spring of fresh water had been injected into it.

Everyone came to congratulate Jinxiu Pavilion, as if they had forgotten the emperor in front of them.

When Jun Feiliang came back, he was blocked in the imperial study by Prime Minister Lu and Prime Minister Chen.

The emperor and his ministers discussed matters until late at night. Seeing that the court session was only two hours away, Prime Minister Lu and Chief Minister Chen walked out of the imperial study with unsteady steps.

Luo was old and could not bear it any longer, so Prime Minister Lu and Chief Minister Chen stayed overnight in the palace to avoid having to rush to the palace to attend court the next day.

There was no time to rest after going back and forth. If I stayed in the palace, I could rest for two hours.

Jun Feiliang was young and full of energy. He walked out of the imperial study and went straight to Jinxiu Pavilion.

I didn’t expect Jinxiu Pavilion to be more lively than during Chinese New Year.

Everyone was drunk with red cheeks and staggering. Some were playing the piano, some were singing, and some were dancing. The cups and plates were in a mess, and red and green were flying, and jade and pearls were swaying, which was a dazzling sight.

Jun Feiliang took a quick glance and accurately found Xia Baozheng's figure.

She was sitting under a blossoming tree, playing rock-paper-scissors with Concubine Shu.

Two little bees, flying among the flowers, flying, flying, flapping, ah ah...

Xia Baozheng lost, and cried out twice, then raised her head and drank the wine. The two of them started playing two little bees again...

They had a lot of fun and drank sweet wine as if it were water.

Jun Feiliang looked at Xia Baozheng's rosy face and drunken appearance, and his brows twitched.

This damn kid, as expected, once he returned to the palace and had sisters, he forgot about him as a man!
Suddenly I felt that she was the emperor, enjoying the three palaces and six courtyards, while he was just a tool to handle state affairs.

I don't know what sparks flew between the two of them, but in the blink of an eye they were hugging each other, giggling and kissing each other's cheeks.

Jun Feiliang's handsome face darkened, and he strode in. Everyone felt that the lively atmosphere was suddenly divided by a chill, and the awe-inspiring pressure suddenly pressed down on them, and they couldn't help but look up.

Seeing this, they were suddenly shocked, and the drunkenness was instantly sobered up, and they all knelt down to salute.

"Your Majesty, long live the emperor!"

Jun Feiliang walked straight towards Xia Baozheng.

The two of them were having so much fun, they were still playing like two little bees. Concubine De's heart tightened at the side, and she pulled Concubine Shu over with one hand and pressed her directly next to her.

Just as Concubine Shu was about to lose her temper, she suddenly saw the tall and majestic figure of the Emperor approaching, and the cold air was blowing so fiercely that it could freeze a person to death.

Her heart trembled, and she immediately kept silent and buried her head.

Tsk tsk, how come the emperor seems even more terrifying after not seeing him for a while?

This murderous aura, like that of the King of Hell, is enough to make one's scalp tingle.

Only Xia Baozheng ignored the man's coldness and said with a smile: "Your Majesty, you are here!"

Jun Feiliang looked into her blurry eyes, smiled as bright as a flower, and asked calmly, "Are you having fun?"

Xia Baozheng nodded randomly: "Happy!"

"Is it more fun than playing with me?"

"That is a must. Sisters are like limbs, and men are like clothes. If clothes are torn, they can still be mended. But if limbs are broken, how can they be reattached?"

Jun Feiliang: "..."

A group of concubines: "..."

No, no, Sister Xia, please don’t hurt anyone!

How can you compare the emperor to clothes!