The chief concubine of the foodie king

Chapter 274: Really Drunk (1)
Feng Yibei hurriedly smeared his mouth, slipped back to the bed, covered the quilt, and pretended to be a dead fish.

Feng Yihua hurriedly packed the wine glasses and bowls and chopsticks used by Feng Yibei into bamboo tubes to cover them.

When everything was ready, the door was opened, and Yan Jin walked in with a little trembling.

Downstairs just now, all officials, big and small, came forward to toast. Although it was repeatedly stated that she only needs to sip at will, the combined result of these nearly a hundred sips is that she drank a full two cups of wine!
During this period, she had cast eyes on Yan Yan'an and Yan Xichen for help many times, but they ignored her eyes, and it was indecent to hang shoulders in public.

Feng Yihua smiled politely at Yan Jin, and then said: "I will leave the emperor to you! Xiao Chuanzi will come to give the emperor some medicine later." He walked out of the room and closed the door behind him.

There is only a big bed and a small bamboo couch with a slightly hard board in the room.

Yan Jin walked to the edge of the bed a little dizzy.

He took off his coat, took off his boots, turned around and pushed Feng Yibei hard, and fell headfirst.

Finally quiet, Yan Jin who was lying on the bed let out a long breath unintentionally. Now that her whole body was stretched, she carefully recalled the scene just now. How could she feel that she was being calculated? Organized, planned, and ordered to toast her!

Gently poking Feng Yibei beside him, seeing that he didn't respond, Yan Jin turned around lightly, looked at Feng Yibei's mature face with blurred eyes, and lightly touched Feng Yibei's nose with his hand. Squeezed lightly, a little naughty, a little oily, a little serious and said, "Fatty man, seriously, if you can escape this disaster and recover safely, I will marry you again, if you are really unfortunate Hang up, then I can only find another..."

Before she finished speaking, she suddenly felt a violent shaking of the bed board.

earthquake?Her eyes opened wide all at once, her whole body trembled, and she jumped up from the bed.

She put on her clothes and shouted at her throat, "It's bad! There's an earthquake! There's an earthquake..."

There was commotion downstairs.

The door next door was opened, and Yan Xichen poked his head out, "Woman, have you drunk too much? What's the earthquake?"

Only then did Yan Jin wake up a little bit. She stood there quietly, and the time passed by bit by bit, but the floor under her feet was still motionless. Could it be that there was no earthquake?

Then where did the violent shaking she felt just now come from?

Really drunk?Can't it?Although she was a little dizzy, she still walked in a straight line!

Strolling back on the bed again, Yan Jin pulled the thin sheet and muttered, "It's weird, it's weird, I obviously feel shaking? It's really his or her evil way recently!"

After turning off the light, she put her hands behind her head, still wondering where the shaking sensation just came from.

In the darkness, what she couldn't see was that Feng Yibei's sharp and thin lips had already formed a crooked moon shape.

This woman is also a bastard in private.

Stuck, thinking, analyzing, and reasoning, gradually the aftertaste of drinking and drowsiness hit at the same time, Yan Jin felt that his upper and lower eyelids were fighting, and the upper eyelid had a better chance of winning.

Finally, she surrendered in vain, no longer struggled fearlessly, closed her eyes, and prepared to fulfill Duke Zhou's promise.

Just as she was holding Zhou Gong's hand, and the two were about to have a sweet lingering time, a strange smell rushed into Yan Jin's nose.

Shocking the sleepy bugs in her body, Yan Jin opened her eyes and looked at the top of the bed in front of her in the dark.

She shouldn't have smelled it wrong this time, there was indeed a weird, strong and unpleasant smell permeating the room.

As the chief agent, Yan Jin couldn't help committing an occupational disease again. She took a deep breath, trying to analyze the ingredients contained in this smell.

Well, this taste is very complex, a bit like chestnut, but much more fishy than chestnut, and a bit like peanut, but it seems to have a bit of vegetable flavor.

This smell is very familiar, but I can't remember it for a while, when the smell gradually dissipates.Yan Jin couldn't help being a little annoyed, she hasn't analyzed what kind of gas it is!

After opening her eyes and staring at half a stick of incense again, Yan Jin smelled that smell again, this time she was careful, which made Yan Jin stunned, why did she feel that the smell came from next door to her, from nine It was emitted from Wang Zhizun's Feng Yibei.

This discovery deepened the answer in her heart, this smell is clearly like a stinky fart!

But how is this possible?It's not that she doesn't believe that the Nine Kings Supreme's Feng Yibei can't fart, but that she feels that even if he wants to fart at this time, he may not be able to fart.

After lighting the lamp, Yan Jin knelt on the bed, propped her hands on the bed, and looked at Feng Yibei who had her eyes closed tightly for a long time.

eventually popped up. "Could it be that you turned into a corpse in advance? Otherwise, why is it so smelly?"

She once heard her boss say that if a person dies for a period of time without being buried, the corpse will most likely emit a corpse odor, which is an unpleasant smell containing ammonia.

The corners of Feng Yibei's eyes twitched very slightly, and he kept his expression unchanged.

Yan Jin patted his face lightly, and lay down again, "Sleep, if you really turn into a dead body, remember not to look for me!"

She yawned so much that she almost burst into tears, no, she was too sleepy.

Covering the quilt, Yan Jin closed her eyes and forced herself to count the lambs, one sheep, two sheep, three sheep...

When she counted 96 sheep, "Bah!" Feng Yibei who was beside her let out a clear sound, and a foul smell hit her face, making her really drunk...

Yan Jin finally couldn't bear it anymore, jumped up from the bed, glared at Feng Yibei in the dark, and Feng Yibei in the dark also had a disheveled face, he was already very careful and restrained, how could he be like this ring?
It's just loud, why is it still so smelly?Don't you often hear people say: loud farts don't stink, don't stinky farts not loud?How come he can synthesize it here?A series of questions made him feel ashamed to face others, but fortunately it was dark at this time.

Looking at the motionless Feng Yibei, Yan Jin could only sigh softly, admit it, and then lay down again, but this time she behaved well, stretched out her hand to pull the thin quilt to cover her nose, and slept with only her eyes exposed.

Hearing Yan Jin's slight and even snoring, Feng Yibei, who was about to fall asleep, suddenly changed his expression, his whole body froze, and when it was over, he actually felt a pain in his stomach at this moment, he really wanted to go to the big one!
He knew that Yan Jin's drowsiness was very shallow, even if she fell asleep, she was still very vigilant, any movement would wake her up, in order to prevent Yan Jin from waking up, Feng Yibei could only gently pinch her legs Tight, trying to relieve the surging urge to defecate, but the more you pinch, the stronger the urge to defecate.

He stretched out his hand and gently covered the indecent position behind him, staring dryly and suffering in pain on the bed.

(End of this chapter)