I am Feng Jun

Chapter 820. Chapter 820.

The low and slow voice lingered in his ears, and Shen Ci suddenly widened his eyes in horror.

"Hiss, you promised me to be a person just now, do you still want me to wear it all the time?"

Mu Yuanxi put down the scale and hijab in his hands, walked over to pull out a fixed flower hairpin, and smiled softly.

"No." She was not that beastly.

"Phew, that's good, that's good. By the way, do you have to go out later and come back at night?"

"No, after the marriage ceremony, it's the bridal chamber."

While removing the phoenix crown for him, Mu Yuanxi said, the smile on his face deepened, his black pupils were dark and dark, and his voice was low.

"No one will disturb the emperor's bridal chamber on a festive night."

She deliberately canceled the final banquet, and it can't be said to be a cancellation, but she won't be there, and the Queen Mother will help her with the rest.

She gave him a grand canonization ceremony in the morning, and gave him a grand wedding at dusk. As for trying to get her drunk?

She will neither give those people this chance, nor will she waste this time for nothing.

Even if you want to drink, you have to drink it with your own Fengjun!
The flower hairpin crown on Shen Ci's head had been completely removed by Mu Yuanxi, and the soft hair poured out behind her back. The red and black complement each other, and under the warm yellow candlelight, she looked even more coquettish and charming.

With difficulty, Mu Yuanxi withdrew his gaze, went to the table in the center of the wedding room, took two half gourds and walked over, handed one to Shen Ci, and sat beside him.

"Health wine."

"The congratulatory gift from Nanyue is two altars of fine wine, one for worrying about yesterday, and the other for forgetting about today, and it is among them."

"Yesterday's sorrow was bitter, but today's forgetfulness can relieve the bitterness. The combination of the two is the Hemo wine that has been passed down in South Vietnam for thousands of years. It has more meaning than ordinary wine."

Legend has it that this wine was brewed by the two childhood sweethearts, the founding emperor of Nanyue, who was a childhood sweetheart thousands of years ago. It was buried under a tree for many years, and was dug out on the day of their marriage.

Since then, the Nanyue Kingdom, which was beset by enemies at that time, was like a godsend, winning many victories and establishing the foundation of the country.

The sufferings of the previous years were exchanged for the capital to dominate the south, and since then, the emperor and empress have a happy marriage, full of children and grandchildren, and all hardships are rewarded.

So after Mu Yuanxi saw the congratulatory gift from Gao Quanzhen, she temporarily replaced the original bitter wine with a blend of the two.

I only hope that the two of them can be like the founding emperor of Nanyue who brewed the sorrows of yesterday and the sorrows of today, and they will be happy after suffering and have a good relationship for a hundred years.

This is her most earnest wish.

Seeing the wine, regardless of what it was, Shen Ci's eyes lit up immediately.

"Nanyue's gift is not bad, it doesn't mean that there are two altars, where are they?"

He took the half gourd of the wine from Mu Yuanxi, and sniffed it first.

The aroma of the wine was both clear and astringent, and it felt like a taste he had never tasted before, but somehow, there was a faint sense of familiarity.

"On the table, it's all yours. Don't worry, I won't compete with you, but you can't be greedy."

Mu Yuanxi got used to coaxing him, and Shen Ci didn't think it was strange, ignoring the strange familiarity, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and said flamboyantly.

"Then how can it be called greedy drinking, that is called booze!"

Shen Ci's eyes were shining brightly, it was the joy only after seeing something he liked, he raised the wine in his hand, tilted his head slightly towards her, and stretched out his forearm.

"Come, come, let me show you Ci Ye's drinking capacity again!"

After we met and handed over cups, Mu Yuanxi saw that he was so active, and he didn't want to tell him the story behind yesterday's worry and today's worry.

She immediately took her forearm, and Mo Tong watched him, and put the wine to her lips.

Swallowing the wine, the entrance is bitter, but sweet, the strong alcohol penetrates the throat, and there is a scorching and stimulating feeling that hits the soul directly.

Shen Ci also drank into his throat, but after swallowing the inexplicably familiar liquor, he suddenly felt a little dizzy.

The large expanse of red in front of my eyes gradually became illusory, with overlapping shadows dangling back and forth.

The fingers holding the gourd loosened weakly, and the gourd suddenly fell onto the bed.

Shen Ci leaned forward and bumped into Mu Yuanxi's shoulder.

"Shen Ci, Shen Ci?"

Shen Ci hadn't tasted the bitterness yet, and there were bursts of hotness in his throat, only to feel vague and anxious voices coming from his ears.

Is Mu Yuanxi calling him?
But why so vague?
What is the situation!

This feeling. Why is it so familiar!
He forced himself to raise his head again, feeling as if someone was holding his shoulders.

So hot, so dizzy, a light blue panel appeared in front of my shaking eyes, what was written on it?
What is the height of the beam?

One wheat, two wheat, three wheat, what kind of wheat?

Two, twenty years?

Shen Ci, who still had some sanity left, shook his head suddenly, trying to make himself see more clearly, but only felt that his eyelids were getting heavier and his dizziness was getting heavier.

The anxious voice in his ear was getting lower and lower, and only then did Shen Ci really mean something.

He just let Mu Yuanxi see how much he can drink, and it seems that he poured a glass again?

Come on!

Before a roar could be uttered from his chest, Shen Ci, who was dressed in a wedding dress and with disheveled hair, lost consciousness and fell asleep in Mu Yuanxi's arms.

Mu Yuanxi, who was holding the young man in his arms, clenched his hands, frowned, and a breath of depression was stuck in his chest, which was difficult to relieve.

"Shen Ci, Shen Ci!"

What's wrong!
Alcohol problem?Impossible, she has nothing to do at all, it's just a little strong, but he used to drink no less than this!

Mu Yuanxi took a few deep breaths, slowly loosened her clenched fist, put her index finger in front of his nose, and felt the warm breath spraying on her fingertips. Her stagnant and slow breathing gradually recovered, but the worries in her heart Still not dispersed.

"Come here, pass on Fang Xian!"

Mu Yuanxi put him comfortably on the soft bed, covered him with a big red quilt, then walked out of the Jiaofang hall, and gave orders to the people outside.

She was worried and paced a little restlessly.

How could he be drunk? Could it be that the sequelae of Gu poison were not discovered?

There is always a bad feeling in her heart, fear, as if walking in the void, ethereal and messy, she has never felt so unreliable.

Fang Xian was urgently summoned from the banquet, followed by Mu Lianya, Lu Fengyuan, Shen Yinchu and Shen Nanzhu.

Hearing that something happened to Shen Ci, it is impossible for them to drink in peace.

"How about it?"

Mu Yuanxi anxiously asked Fang Xian who had his pulse, but saw Fang Xian's temples twitching, with an urge to hit someone.

"He's just drunk and fell asleep!"

Mu Yuanxi still didn't feel relieved, and said loudly.

"Impossible! He won't get drunk. He used to drink a lot and didn't get drunk. Why did he get drunk after a glass of Hebei wine today!"

Fang Xian rubbed her eyebrows, sat on the side of the bed again, took the silver needle directly, and decided to use practical actions to tell her if the person on the bed was okay.

(End of this chapter)