This Princess, Lu Ziye, Deserves To Be Favored!

Accident?

nor.

Xiao Jue never really wanted to marry her.

Of course she couldn’t even think about getting married.

However, there is a problem in front of Tsing Yi. If you don’t marry, how will you supply this mana?

Face or mana, that is the question.

“Nothing.” Tsing Yi snorted expressionlessly: “You were the one who said that she wanted to marry, but now it is you who said that she would not marry. This princess doesn’t want you to be happy.”

Xiao Jue watched her secretly for a while, “Just to prevent this king from wishing you well? Are you saying that the princess is going to marry?”

The corners of Tsing Yi’s mouth twitched, and the words were really hard to say.

Taking a deep breath, they are all old ghosts who have lived for 18,000 years. What scenes have never been seen before, how can they really be pulled down by the little white face in the world?

“This princess always speaks the truth. Since she slept with you, she is naturally responsible to the end. This concubine must be recruited. Although your little white face is not very good, you still look good enough to be able to join the family, not no.”

Be reasonable, I’m afraid I’m not talking about delusions, right?

Xiao Jue took a deep breath, his eyes mocking: “Joining the family? Does the princess think it’s possible?”

“How do you know if you don’t try?” Tsing Yi stared back defiantly.

It is impossible to marry!

I want my mother to watch your nostrils breathe out in the future and dream!

If I recruit you as a door-to-door son-in-law, I can still bear it, and I will let you serve my mother tea and wash my feet every day!

“In that case, let’s see who has the last laugh.” Xiao Jue smiled coldly.

When he got up and was about to leave, Tsing Yi rolled his eyes and stopped him, smiling like an old mountain demon who abducted a scholar in an ancient temple: “Everyone is here, then let’s have a drink or two before leaving, maybe we can meet again. Isn’t it an equal posture now?”

have a drink?

Xiao Jue glanced back at her, pretending not to notice the cunning in her eyes.

“No wine.”

This is a problem.

When he was present, Tsing Yi couldn’t conjure wine out of thin air, and the power of the law had already been used up by her old man.

“That’s not easy, come with me.” Tsing Yi got up and walked out.

Xiao Jue paused for a while, then followed him, a little smile flashed in her eyes, what the **** did she think?

Imperial Room.

It’s a shift at the moment.

When Tsing Yi swaggered in, there were not many people inside.

When the royal chef and the people from the Yigan Palace saw that the eldest princess and the regent were coming, they quickly put down their way of life and knelt down.

“Bring the best wine to this princess.”

The palace people looked at each other in dismay, not daring to slack off, and went to the wine cellar to get wine.

Tsing Yi glanced at the wine jar in front of him, guessing that the number was enough, and waved to them: “You all step back.”

This…

Is it possible that the eldest princess and the regent want to taste wine here?

The crowd did not dare to ask, so they could only retreat silently, but soon it was estimated that rumors would be flying in the palace again.

Tsing Yi lifted the lid of the wine, and the aroma of the wine came to her face. She took a deep breath, revealing a look of intoxication. He raised his eyes and looked at the man beside him: “I wonder how the Regent’s drinking is?”

“Shang Ke.” Xiao Jue glanced at the wine jars and said it very implicitly.

Tsing Yi picked up the wine jar and shook it up, and put it down in front of him. In that posture, he was arrogant and tight, and he was about to pick up the jar and drink it.

Xiao Jue frowned slightly. He is usually so fluffy, and drinking wine is not delicate.

“What are you doing, drinking!”

Tsing Yi glared at him, Xiao Jue was helpless, and as soon as she picked up the wine jar, she raised the jar over to clink glasses, the two jars collided, and the wine spilled out and immediately wet the court clothes.

Xiao Jue glanced down and was speechless, only to see that she had taken a few gulps while holding the jar.

Ugh…

Why is he following along?

Unconsciously, one altar was empty and another altar was empty.

Tsing Yi is definitely a huge amount. She never lost a wine fight when she was in Yin Si, but the wine made by those little devils is too bitter. Those guys in the sky always play hunger marketing. Ah, cheap, delicious, and not spicy!

If this can be brought back down, she will drink it happily for decades.

but…

Why is it a little dizzy after only four or five jars have gone down today?

Tsing Yi shook his head and looked at the man opposite.

Xiao Jue’s face did not change, even though he raised the altar with one hand to drink, his posture was still as unrestrained as a beautiful scenery. The drink slid down the graceful neckline, past the Adam’s apple, with the ups and downs of swallowing…

Tsing Yi swallowed.

The jar was empty, Xiao Jue was about to take another jar, and in a blink of an eye, she saw her holding the jar, staring straight at herself, with two deliberate blushes on her pretty face, and even her nose was pink. The eyes have clearly been a little lax…

Is this… Drunk?

Xiao couldn’t help but want to laugh, what did he just look like he was so arrogant and arrogant just now with this amount of alcohol?

I am afraid that I have forgotten that I am now in a human body, right?

“Tsk, little white face, what exactly does your face look like?”

Tsing Yi put down the wine jar and stretched out her two paws.

Xiao Jue wanted to open it, but for some reason his body remained motionless until the pair of cold little hands landed on his face and began to rub and round endlessly.

“The skin is so slippery, and it’s so white…” Tsing Yi hiccupped, with a look of resentment on his face: “Why?!”

Xiao Jue held both of her hands, frowning tightly, looking at her drunk and confused appearance, and somehow wanted to laugh.

Why are you still thinking about people’s skin when you are drunk?

“you’re drunk!”

“I’m not drunk!” Tsing Yi stared, “I can still drink with you for three days and three nights!”

Xiao Jue twitched the corners of his mouth, this wine is also quite bad.

“No…how exactly did you take care of your face?” Tsing Yi walked up to him with her feet up and down, her claws still waving, like a silly rabbit.

The corners of Xiao Jue’s tense lips could not be controlled, but they were quickly suppressed by him. Taking a deep breath, reminding herself who’s sister she is.

“Stand yourself.” He pushed hard.

Tsing Yi stumbled and fell to the ground, hissing his hand, and raised his white and tender little hand.

Broken, bleeding…

“Bleeding, this seat is bleeding, I’m going to die… ah, it hurts me…”

Tsing Yi’s eyes were stunned for a while, and then he began to cry, without tears, just howling…

That posture was no worse than when Xiao Jue used salt to pull out the leeches in the back mountain of Donghua Temple.

Xiao Jue’s head was as big as a bucket, rubbed the Qingming acupoint, and sighed helplessly.

How can there be such a hypocritical female ghost?

He squatted, a little cramped and stiff.

Coax a girl, he won’t. Coaxing children, it will not…

He raised his hand and froze in midair. After a while, he tentatively touched the top of her head, “Don’t cry…”

Tsing Yi held her mouth shut and raised her head, but she looked pitiful.

Xiao Jue’s heart seemed to be bumped by something, and the soothing hand paused for a moment before falling down again.

Then, he froze all over.

A soft, small figure slammed into his arms and hugged him tightly.

“Smelly Yeyan, where have you been…”