Cute little demon: emperor, please spare me

Xia Qingluo wanted to drink several times, but Yunqing gave it up.

Although Yunqing's eyebrows looked gentle, the fleeting cold still made Xia Qingluo dare not insist.

I had to eat the food unhappily.

In these three years, Xia Qingluo learned to drink with the dead fox and became addicted to alcohol. It's hard to quit.

Yunqing asked him to think about it a little. Looking at Xia Qingluo's bulging cheeks, he still smiled at the corners of his mouth and whispered something to Li Yuan. Li Yuan nodded and hurried down.

After a while, I saw a palace maid coming in with a white porcelain vase.

Before I came, I smelled a good smell of fruit.

The palace maid poured Xia Qingluo a cup and said softly, "tell the master, this is the lotus seed dew just adjusted."

Xia Qingluo took it and took a sip. It tasted good. She smiled and looked at Yun qingrang, "master, it's good to drink."

"HMM." Yunqing let a faint answer and stopped talking to Xia Qingluo, because several of his nephews came to propose a toast one after another.

And other ministers can't wait.

Perhaps this was the most harmonious and successful banquet organized by the emperor.

Because the core figure of the party is like an immortal.

Let them also forget their interest disputes and open and hidden arrows.

At this time, I only hope to say a few more words with the gods, and then I have an intersection with the gods in my life.

This is a good thing to honor our ancestors.

Xia Qingluo was surprised. Unexpectedly, her master could drink it.

He didn't put on airs, drank very leisurely, and his movements were like clouds and flowing water. His posture was really beautiful.

As the night deepened, the dinner was over.

Li Yuan personally sent Yunqing to the star picking palace where they stayed.

The emperor of Datang is in a good mood today. He feels that he had some despair and now has hope.

Although he didn't hold Yun qingrang's hand, every word was sincere, "my good brother, now you are my Savior. I really thank you so much."

"Brother, you've drunk too much." Yunqing asked faintly.

"I'm glad I didn't drink too much."

"Prince," Yunqing asked.

"Nephew is here." Li Jiancheng hurried forward and bowed, "what can I do for you, uncle Huang?"

"Send your father back to rest. I have something to say tomorrow."

"Yes."

Li Jiancheng gladly took the order and carefully helped Li Yuan out of here.

Li Yuanji waved his hand to Xiao Hei on Xia Qingluo's shoulder and left.

The king of Qin hung his hand on his side, held it slightly, and slowly put it down. However, he felt a cold look like a piece of sky, pressing himself down. His heart stagnated, lowered his eyebrows and eyes, bowed and saluted, "Uncle Huang, nephew, leave."

Yunqing asked him not to speak, but looked at him quietly.

Xia Qingluo followed his line of sight and saw the future emperor bending over there, as if there was a cold sweat on her forehead.

She pursed her lips and said nothing.

The air is a little dull.

"Go back." Yunqing asked suddenly.

And the unexplained pressure dissipated, as if everything just now was an illusion.

Li Shimin, the king of Qin, took a few steps back and bowed again before he turned and strode away.

The clear clouds still stand in the night wind. At this time, a new moon gradually appears from the dark clouds.

The faint moonlight covered here with a thin layer of light smoke.

The moonlight is projected into irregular shapes under the cracks of the trees.

"Come out." Yunqing asked him to open his mouth indifferently to a big tree on the left.