Evil lazy little queen mother: the royal family has evil spirits

Chapter 32 Send me back to the palace
As the drunkenness rose, Xu Yanwenyin gradually felt a little sleepy, especially when he was lying so comfortably.

But I still have to go back to the palace, I can't just lie here overnight.

Supporting his tired body, Xu Yanwenyin looked at Qi Yang beside him, "Are you familiar with the imperial palace?"

"Is it okay?" Qi Yang was a little puzzled, "Why?"

"I don't want to walk anymore, can you fly me back directly?"

Xu Yanwenyin said, "Just like when you came here."

Qi Yang was helpless, thinking that Xu Yanwenyin was about to say something constructive, so he nodded and smiled, "Yes!"

"I want to sleep." Xu Yanwenyin said honestly, "Send me back to the Empress Dowager's bedroom!"

Qi Yang got up, wrapped his arms around Xu Yanwenyin's waist, and after a few ups and downs, he landed outside the empress dowager's bedroom without a sound.

Xu Yanwen thanked him audibly, watched him leave, and then turned around, purposely going around to Jasmine's room.

Lanhua and Rose were on duty tonight. Jasmine had already fallen asleep, and when she heard the sound, she woke up with sleepy eyes. Seeing that it was the Empress Dowager who was about to salute, Xu Yanwenyin waved her hand to stop her.

"Aijia just sit down and go back to the dormitory."

Qi Yang's identity is definitely not ordinary, it's better not to let him know his identity before he understands the situation.

Although Xu Yanwenyin's drinking capacity is very good, he has to sigh that yesterday's wine is indeed as Qi Yang said, with great stamina.

The next day, Xu Yanwenyin slept until almost noon before waking up, suffering from a splitting headache.

Under the puzzled eyes of "Flowers, Plants and Grass", Xu Yanwenyin still ordered to prepare hangover soup.

His face must be so ugly right now, his steps are flimsy, and he will still have an appointment with that Su Qi frame later.

Touching his forehead again, Xu Yanwenyin closed his eyes in pain.

Jasmine asked worriedly: "Madam, do you want to invite the imperial physician to take a look?"

What kind of imperial doctor is invited, do you want everyone to know that I am hangover?
Complaining in his heart, he just waved his hands in pain on his face, "No need. Just drink some hangover soup."

Huahuacaocao must be full of doubts, the empress dowager went out well, and she didn't know where she went to drink like this.

It's just that the master's work is not something that a slave can interfere with.

I feel a little uncomfortable, I didn't wash when I came back last night, my body is sticky, and the smell of barbecue comes from my hair from time to time, it's really uncomfortable.

(End of this chapter)