Traitor

Chapter 135 She's Drunk

After drinking a glass of wine, Zhao Wuyou felt that her internal organs were burning like fire, and her breathing became slightly short of breath.

The emperor looked at Zhao Wuyou beside him through the hazy drunkenness, "What's wrong with Zhao Aiqing?"

Zhao Wuyou forced a smile, and his words were a little weak, "If you go back to the emperor, you're just a little drunk."

On the side, the queen smiled ambiguously, "Your majesty, look at Mr. Zhao, he is very conscientious in the court, and can be the leader alone. But at this banquet, why can't he hold a glass of wine? Your majesty, this Master Zhao must be prevaricating and refuses to drink."

"What the empress said, how dare a humble minister evade the emperor, this humble minister is really—" Zhao Wuyou took a deep breath, looked at the glass of wine passed by the empress, his eyes were slightly cold.

The queen smiled and said, "The emperor toasted Mr. Zhao a glass of wine, so this palace should also toast Mr. Zhao. Mr. Zhao, are you willing to show your face?"

In front of the emperor, Zhao Wuyou coughed continuously, his cheeks flushed strangely, he immediately raised the cup, "I am the Emperor's servant, and the empress is the mother of the country, so I respect you by taking the lead."

In fact, the emperor was still a little hesitant about this glass of wine.After all, Zhao Wuyou coughed so badly that his complexion was really not very good.

Zhao Wuyou drank the wine in the glass in front of the emperor, and the emperor's complexion was also not good, he turned his head and gave the empress a hard look.The queen really didn't expect that Zhao Wuyou would be so straightforward, didn't she just shirk it?

After thinking about it, he realized that it was Zhao Wuyou who taught him a lesson.

Just by looking at the emperor's eyes, one can understand the emperor's anger towards himself at the moment.The harem is not allowed to interfere in politics. Although she is a queen, she treats the emperor's favorites like this in front of the emperor. It is inevitable...

"How does Zhao Aiqing feel?" the emperor comforted.

Zhao Wuyou waved his hand, his face turned red and then turned pale, "I'm fine, the emperor is at ease." His body trembled, and a thin sweat dripped from his back.

As soon as the wind blows, the spirit of wine follows closely.

Mu Baili stepped forward unhurriedly, standing in front of Zhao Wuyou with a long body like jade.

Zhao Wuyou looked up at him, to be precise, at the cup in his hand.Mu Baili must have malicious intentions, so at this moment he will only add insult to injury instead of helping.

"Your Majesty, Mr. Zhao and his ministers are in Yunhua Prefecture, working together to fight the plague. I have not been able to have a good time with Mr. Zhao. Now that the emperor is here, I am thinking about the rumors outside, saying that my minister and Mr. Zhao are not on good terms. , I——respect Mr. Zhao for a cup, to dispel the rumors outside, and to name it with righteousness, I don't know what the emperor thinks?" Mu Baili was respectful.

The emperor nodded, "This is—" Looking back at Zhao Wuyou, "What does Zhao Aiqing think?"

Zhao Wuyou tried his best to prop up his body and stood up slowly.The wine that men drink is usually strong and mellow, so she never drinks it, and only drinks the pear blossom wine made by Yunzheng.But now that I've had two glasses of wine, I'm afraid I won't be able to hold another one.

Let's see now, she is already on the verge of falling.

Zhao Wuyou took a deep breath, and when he picked up the cup, he smiled so coldly, "Since it is the kindness of Lord Qiantose, how can I not know what is good or bad." Her cheeks were blush charmingly, but her lips were glowing A little pale, with a pair of cold eyes.

He raised his head and drank the wine in the glass in one gulp, Zhao Wuyou felt the world spinning for a while, and immediately fell back to his seat.

The emperor hurriedly helped Zhao Wuyou, "Is Zhao Aiqing alright?"

Zhao Wuyou shook his head, the things in front of him were a little floating, but his reason was still clear, but he felt that his body was a little out of control.This is probably due to drunkenness, she has never been really drunk once in her life.This half-smoke and half-drunk taste is not uncomfortable, but a little trance.

"Thank you, Your Majesty!" Zhao Wuyou hastily withdrew his hand and bowed in salute.

The emperor was slightly taken aback, why is Zhao Wuyou's hand so soft?The icy cold touch is actually more comfortable than the hands of those concubines in the harem.With the dim light and the strength of the wine, the emperor narrowed his eyes and watched carefully.

I don't know if I don't look at it, but I can understand how much I have ignored the beautiful scenery around me.

His hands are as smooth as gelatin, and as white as suet and white jade.

Zhao Wuyou raised his forehead, Xu Shi was really drunk, the dizzy one was just sleepy.She ignored everyone and sat beside the emperor, closing her eyes and resting.There was endless noise in her ears, which made her a little nervous.She frowned and closed her eyes, her stomach was burning hot, she just felt soft all over, as if she was in a cloud.

The wind was blowing to the head, she rubbed her brows and said nothing.

Mu Baili sat back on his seat, holding the cup lightly with his bony hands, squinting at the drunken woman.In the clear light, the woman in plain clothes was holding her forehead with one hand, her complexion was pale and rosy.

The hand, which was as white as cream, was translucent in the dim light, extraordinarily delicate and beautiful.

He inadvertently hooked his lips and sipped the wine in his glass.But when he met the emperor's eyes, his heart was inexplicably suffocated, and he suddenly clenched the cup in his hand.After thinking about it, Mu Baili winked at Lu Guoan, and Lu Guoan stepped back immediately.

Lu Guoan is not a fool. I have been staring at Mr. Zhao. Is there any need to guess this way?

After a while, singing and dancing started.

In the ears, there are exotic songs with a fast rhythm.

Zhao Wuyou raised his head with all his might, this tone was not like what the Daye Palace should have.Such a timbre is like the joy and extravagance that a romantic place should have.His vision was a bit blurred, Zhao Wuyou squinted his eyes, and finally saw the singer on the dance floor in the bright red costume.

The dancer danced lightly, her red dress swaying in the wind.This dance music is not owned by Daye Palace, and this woman is not from Daye either.The face is covered with a light veil, but the deep eyes can still be seen, unlike the Central Plains people.

Zhao Wuyou shook his head, and in his blurred vision, he vaguely felt that this person looked a bit like——Xue Lan?
She had never seen Xue Lan dance, but she had met Xue Lan several times, so the woman in front of her was very similar to Xue Lan in terms of body shape and figure.But after thinking about it, this Xuelan is Mu Baili's favorite, how could she be allowed to show her face in front of the emperor?

Even if Zhao Wuyou used his toes to think about the emperor's thoughts on Xuelan, he could come up with a general idea.

The sound of silk and bamboo orchestra made Zhao Wuyou's brain hurt even more.Bowing to salute the emperor, Zhao Wuyou was dying, "Your Majesty, I'm overwhelmed with alcohol and feel unwell, so I will take my leave for the time being."

The emperor's thoughts had long been transferred from Zhao Wuyou's hand to the place of the woman on the stage, and Zhao Wuyou immediately gave him permission, "Go, have a good rest!"

"Thank you, Your Majesty!" Zhao Wuyou tried his best to support himself.

Xi Mo's status is low, and he cannot enter the imperial garden to serve, so Zhao Wuyou has to go out by himself.Staggering, she felt weak even when she walked.After finally getting out of everyone's sight, he staggered and fell to the ground.

The ground was cold, but she really didn't have the strength to get up.

If you knew you were going to drink, you should have exercised your drinking capacity.But with such a weak body, he really didn't dare to drink.She simply sat on the ground, with her hands on the ground, and lowered her head.She felt that her breath was hot, and for a moment, it seemed that her body was also on fire.But when the wind blew, she shivered with cold.

Suddenly, a warm feeling came from her back, followed by a coat covering her body from top to bottom.

Zhao Wuyou tried her best to turn her head to look at the person behind her, but before she could see clearly, her body was already lifted up.She was frightened at the moment, but all the voices were stuck in her throat, and she couldn't shout out.

Ruyu's arms were not as cold as usual, she wrapped his neck around his neck, leaning against his arms weakly.

The slightly hot forehead was casually attached to his neck.The aorta at the neck beat uncontrollably, and he suddenly lowered his head to the woman in his arms.Drunken cheeks, without the paleness of the day, revealed a charming crimson purple.Her lips were slightly swollen, probably because she was drunk for the first time, and she hadn't fully recovered from the drunken state.

The slightly drunk stuffed with pear blossoms can be self-sustaining.

But the strong wine that this man drank, the royal wine, was not something she could control on her own.

No, this lifeless woman cupped his face and stared at him like a monster, and didn't make a sound after staring at him for a long time.

"What are you looking at?" He carried her into the empty side hall, Lu Guoan had already sent someone to guard outside, so as not to cause trouble if people saw her.

Gently placing Zhao Wuyou on the soft couch, Mu Baili looked at her helplessly, "Master Zhao really can't drink."

Zhao Wuyou grabbed his skirt suddenly, "Speak clearly, why can't I?"

He frowned, "Let go."

She breathed out the smell of alcohol, and threw herself directly on his face, "Mu Baili, don't think that I won't recognize you when I'm drunk, and let you do whatever you want. Let me tell you, even if I'm drunk, I won't recognize you." I will recognize your face, and you can't hide it from me."

He was helpless, his eyes were cold, "When will I lie to you? You rest for a while, and someone will give you hangover soup later. If you don't know how to drink and dare to be brave, why don't you drink to death?"

When the sound fell, she suddenly tilted her head and spurted out a mouthful of blood.

Mu Baili's body froze on the spot, he just said it casually, he really didn't want her to die.Immediately he lifted her up and hugged her in his arms, "What's going on? Zhao Wuyou, don't make trouble."

After spitting out a mouthful of blood, it seemed to expel the suffocation in his chest, Zhao Wuyou felt a lot lighter on the contrary.Gently leaning against Mu Baili's arms, Zhao Wuyou could feel the warmth from his back, and something slowly poured into his body.

It must be his internal strength, she remembered that it was the same last time.

"Mu Baili, if I die, are you satisfied?" She closed her eyes and asked.

Mu Baili rolled his eyes coldly, seeing that the blood on her face had faded, and now she had returned to her usual pale as paper, "There's so much nonsense."

She smiled a little coldly, and when she looked at him, her eyes were inexplicably red, "Are you afraid that if I die, I will never be able to take out the Gu in my body and use it for you? Heh——that would be better than death." Forget it! Everyone breaks up once and for all, and no one can get it."

"Zhao Wuyou!" He shouted hoarsely.

She closed her eyes, "Zhao Wuyou died a long time ago."

"Better?" he asked.

She still said, "I'm not Zhao Wuyou, Zhao Wuyou - died long ago."

The voice became more and more vain, and finally calmed down.

He looked at Zhao Wuyou who was deeply asleep, let out a long breath, and hugged her tightly.

(End of this chapter)