I'm spoiling my uncle

Chapter 147 The Strongest Wine

With howls resounding through the lobby.

Everyone gasped in fright and watched this scene in disbelief.

At this moment, no one dared to open their mouths to say a word.

Luo Li let go of his wrist, and smiled faintly: "There are very few people in this world who can be held by me. You should feel honored."

The man in the Chinese suit twisted his face in pain, curled up to relieve the pain in his right hand, his voice became trembling: "Wait for me."

Luo Li smiled slightly: "Okay, go to the Nine Princes' Mansion to find me, or the Imperial Palace. You don't have to come to the Zuixin Building. Whichever foot you step in first, I will destroy whichever one first."

The man looked startled and looked at her in astonishment.

The group of sturdy men were all trembling with fright, and they were still holding tightly to the things they were about to smash.

After regaining their senses, they carefully put the items in place, keeping their eyes on Luo Li, for fear that if she got angry, their hands would be useless.

Luo Li waved his hand: "You take him away."

Everyone seemed to be pardoned, supported the man, and ran away in despair.

Xiao Qi was so shocked that he didn't realize it for a long time. He stared blankly at Luo Li. Is this the princess who was acting like a baby with the prince yesterday?

Are you sure she isn't possessed by some evil spirit?

The change before and after this is too fast.

The onlookers didn't dare to talk about the Ninth Concubine, they just did what they were supposed to do, and after a while, the Zuixin Building resumed its bustle, as if it was just a small episode.

"It turns out that the Ninth Princess also has such a ruthless side, which is really impressive."

Ling Mo, who was dressed in purple and charming, walked in clapping his hands. He looked straight at Luo Li, as if he wanted to re-examine her.

Luo Li said angrily: "Why do you have to pretend to be elegant when dealing with Wu Wu's kind?"

Ling Mo laughed and said, "You probably want to give Chu Yi a headache again. With the Nine Princes House taking care of it for you, you really don't have to think too much about the consequences."

"Don't pretend to be smart and speculate on my thoughts."

Luo Li turned and walked upstairs.

The lights are bright, the singing and dancing are loud, and the bamboo and string music plays at night, melodious and melodious.

Ling Mo filled the wine bottle, and as the sound of gurgling water stopped, a burst of wine scented his nostrils. Luo Li watched him doing all this smoothly, and couldn't help joking: "The majestic prince of Beiming usually has Learn these?"

Ling Mo gracefully picked up a cup and put it in Luo Li's hands: "Some things, some temperaments are innate, and you don't need to learn them at all."

"Are you praising yourself for being talented?"

"It can also be understood that way."

Luo Li took a sip, and felt that apart from being a bit spicy, it seemed to have no taste, and it was not as good as the fragrant pear flower brew. She waved her hand lightly: "How can there be such a strong wine in Zuixinlou?"

Seeing that her posture was really cute, Ling Mo said cheerfully, "This is Beiming's strong wine, it's normal if you're not used to it."

Luo Li turned the glass wine bottle in her hand, a few drops of wine spilled out, and landed on her jade fingers like crystal, she put the wine bottle to her mouth and drank it down.

Ling Mo stared at her blankly. It was the first time he saw a woman in the capital drink the strongest wine in northern Xinjiang like this, and it was so bold.

Luo Li felt her throat was on fire, and then burned all the way to her internal organs. She lay down on the desk: "As expected of the strongest wine, it's too bad to drink."

Ling Mo looked at her charmingly: "Did you abolish her right hand just now?"

"Well. That person will be buried in his own hands sooner or later. Today is just a small lesson."

Luo Li poured another glass and drank it slowly, savoring the charm of this spirit.

After a few cups, I was slightly drunk.

The night is shrouded, and the stars are shining.

For the first time, she felt that it was too uncomfortable to be drunk without embarrassment, and her worry was still there, and it became more diffuse.

(End of this chapter)