This evil king is a little annoying

Chapter 693 Standing up suddenly
Nangong Fei breathed a sigh of relief, but his eyes were confused, his face was like spring water, and he was not far from being drunk.

"Fei'er, are you alright?"

Nangong Huang couldn't stop the two juniors. After finally waiting until Hua Nongying was drunk, he quickly checked the status of his son, but Nangong Fei just hiccups and smirked at him.

No, I'm so drunk!
Nangong Huang didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

He also drank a lot himself. Seeing that the time was almost up, Nangong Huang took Nangong Fei to stand up, "Your Majesty the Queen, this minister is too drunk, so I will go back to the mansion first."

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Northwest Palace.

Nangong flew into the sedan chair and was carried back to the bedroom. Nangong Huang was barely able to stand, but his eyes were already hazy.

"My lord, why did you drink so much wine?"

The housekeeper came out to greet him, and what he saw was Nangong Huang, who couldn't stand still. He couldn't help but stepped forward and said, "My lord, go to the bath and wake up bar, the old slave has prepared the water for bathing, and Miss Mu also..."

"Don't mention her matters to the king."

As soon as Mu Xinyue was mentioned, Nangong Huang couldn't help but think of the scene where she was holding Mu Lin's face, and suddenly felt irritable, "This king is going to take a bath, and you prepare a sober soup for this king."

"Yes."

The housekeeper responded, watching Nangong Huang walking towards the bathing pool, and then muttered, "But Miss Mu told her that she would prepare sober soup, so that the old slave doesn't need to interfere..."

Forget it, it's all hangover soup, it's the same whether he prepares it or Miss Mu prepares it.

Nangong Huang at the other end had already entered the bathing palace.

The water in the pond is hot, with whitish petals floating, and the milky white water vapor is transpiring in the air, making the huge palace seem ethereal and ethereal, like a fairyland on earth.

"This housekeeper, when did the flower bath become fashionable?"

Looking at the few petals floating on the pond, Nangong Huang frowned, but said nothing, took off his clothes, went directly into the water, and leaned against the edge of the pond with both hands on the pond , close your eyes.

He drank too much alcohol, and his whole body was a little groggy.

After soaking for a while, Nangong Huang heard a slight footstep, thought it was the housekeeper who came with the hangover soup, and said without looking back, "The hangover soup is here, you can go down."

The sound of footsteps behind him disappeared, followed by the sound of the wooden plate being placed on the ground. Nangong Huang turned his head and saw a wooden plate for holding things in his hand. There was a bowl full of soup on the plate. Feeling strange, he picked up the bowl directly and drank it clean.

Strange, today's hangover soup doesn't taste right?
After Mu Lin died, Nangong Huang used to drink heavily for a period of time. In those days, he drank something like hangover soup every day, so it didn't taste right, and he felt it right away.

"Butler, butler!"

Nangong Huang shouted twice, but didn't hear the housekeeper's response. He turned his head in confusion, but the moment he turned around, he heard something slip into the pool he was bathing in.

This time, Nangong Huang finally became completely vigilant.

It was quiet in the pool, only the slight sound of splashing water. Nangong Huang's mind was heavy and his eyes were fixed on the pool water, but his sight was always blocked by misty mist. When he waved away the water vapor in front of him impatiently, he only heard a splash—— —

In the water in front of Nangong Huang, a person suddenly stood up.

(End of this chapter)