Chapter 227: Your Majesty, please respect yourself (32)

Hear what Yan Ci said.
Fu Yue was stunned for a moment, then raised her eyes and looked over. The pitch-black pupils were stained a little apologetic. She also held the white jade wine glass and opened her lips to take a sip, which was regarded as receiving the gift of Yanci.
Yan Qi's other hand was pinched in her hand, and her fingers tightened slightly.
Fu Yue glanced sideways.
Then I saw the young emperor whose complexion was slightly sinking, with his scarlet lips pursed, and he could clearly see his displeasure.
A very low, very low sentence, only Fu Yue heard it, with a bit of childish childishness, "Don't look at him, I will be jealous."
Yan Qi dropped her long eyelashes.
Looks wronged.
Can't resist Fu Yue, who is so coquettish in her own sweet and sweet, she nodded immediately, held Yan Qi's hand back, and then blinked at him, "Okay, I won't look at him."
Yan Qi was satisfied instantly.
Then raised his eyes and glanced lightly at Yan Ci not far away, his fair-skinned fingers lifted the white jade wine glass, took a sip, and his beautiful face was a little cheerful.
did you see?
Yu'er likes him.
A happy one.
Yan Qi drank a few glasses of wine, and then he realized that he blinked slowly.
I just drank...it seems to be wine?
He seems to be unable to drink.
My head is a little dizzy and a little painful.
...
The emperor pursed his cherry-red lips, threw the wine glass to the ground childishly, and then casually retracted his hand.
Fu Yue was taken aback: "..."
What is this person crazy?
The sound of the wine glass falling.
Everyone instantly looked at the empress who was sitting in a high position.
Then the courtiers saw their wise and martial His Majesty Yan Emperor, with one hand resting his chin and staring straight at his new wife, and then slowly hugged him.
Ministers: "!!!"
They were all stunned!
Fu Yue was hugged: "...Yan Qi, what's wrong with you?"
A thin layer of blush spreads over the man's fair face, his long and narrow peach eyes are shiny, and his red lips are and beautiful in color.
"I seem to be drunk."
"They are so annoying, why don't they leave?"
As he said, Yan Qi glanced at the ministers under his head lightly, and pursed his lips.
Then he hugged Fu Yue, leaned her head on her shoulder, and said coquettishly: "Yu'er, will you let them go?"
Yan Qi was drunk.
Without the gentleness and elegance of usual days, and without the majesty and indifference of the emperor, it is all childish and childish.
His voice was not lowered.
Qing Lingling, even acting like a baby with a touch of softness.
The Manchu dynasty civil and military heard clearly, all of them were dumbfounded.
Fu Yue's eyelids twitched.
Raising his hand to push the person in front of him, he whispered: "Yan Qi, you give me normal, you are the emperor! Don't say such unreliable words, you still drink so much if you don't drink alcohol..."
Although she smiled softly, she obviously said this through gritted teeth.
Yan Qi was pushed away, and then tilted his head, looking at Fu Yue who was a little angry, consciously ignoring what she didn't want to hear.
Muttering to herself: "Yu'er is angry."
The beautiful man suddenly opened his arms, bent his eyebrows, and said softly: "Don't be angry, come on, hug it, you will lose your breath."
Fu Yue: "..."
Hug you big head ghost!
The ministers also heard it.
"!!!"
This is how your Majesty is drunk!
They naturally bowed their hands and retired, after a while, the guests at the banquet were almost scattered.
Yan Ci was still sitting there, and slowly put down the wine glass in his hand.