Emperor Jin

Chapter 133 Drunkenness
Although the affairs of the harem were limited to the Forbidden Garden in the Great Inner Palace, they rose up like an undercurrent and shocked the court. Those impeachment memorials, which had been tasted a little bit, seemed to have received some encouragement, and they flew like snowflakes. Everyone secretly rumored that the Tao is today Affected by the rumors and rumors, the newly built Grand General's Mansion was also neglected in front of the door, and most of the people who came to Yingmao were veterans in the army.

To everyone's surprise, the emperor rejected all the impeachment memorials of Yun with a Chinese ink brush, and if he thought he was smart, he "repeatedly" impeached him, and all of them were demoted and fined.

"It's not surprising. The emperor is not a traitor. Even if he is afraid of Yun Shi, he will not attack Yun Shi for no reason... Now is not the time. These people are barking and biting, of course he does not like him. "

Bao Jin calmly talked about what happened this morning, as if it was nothing to do with it, but when he mentioned the name pointed out by thousands of people, his eyes couldn't help being hazy for a while, and there was an indescribable guilt.

"Miss……"

Ji Xin looked at her worriedly and called out in a low voice.

Bao Jin shook his head subconsciously, as if he wanted to erase all those illusions, "I'm fine, it's still the same tonight, you go to bed first!"

She changed her clothes and left, leaving Ji Xin alone in this quiet room.

The night covered everything except this light, her eyes fluctuated, she stared at the window where Bao Jin left, and after a while, she sighed, pouting her red lips, and blew out the light.

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Today in Xiaozhulou, the Lord of Chenlou is still waiting for her arrival as usual.

The difference from the past is that there is a scent of wine in the pavilion, which lingers for a long time and makes people salivate.

Bao Jin finished practicing the sword style as usual, and the 36 days of luck ended, but feeling that his inner strength was abundant, he took a deep breath, and the aroma of the wine became more intense.

"What kind of wine has such a wonderful fragrance?"

She couldn't help asking curiously.

The Lord of Chenlou smiled faintly, "It's Daughter Hong who has been buried for 25 years."

"Rural families, since their daughter was born, carefully buried a jar of wine under the pear tree in front of the window, and only dug it out to share with the guests when the daughter got married... The essence of more than ten years has made the wine sticky and dense, like It's like amber, so it's called daughter red."

She stretched out her hand from her sleeve, gently held the small pot, poured a glass, but didn't drink it, just sniffed it lightly, and sighed: "This wine has been drunk a long time ago, and it has been wasted until now. gone."

Bao Jin was listening like falling clouds, glanced away, but saw that under the veil, her eyes were gloomy, with tears flickering faintly.

The hands holding the wine glass were also trembling slightly, the fingers were bony and thin, almost blindingly white, but upon closer inspection, one could still see the sinuous scars running all the way into the sleeves.

Baojin thought of the roughness and unevenness he touched that day when the two were exchanging moves, and couldn't help but shudder in his heart.

She stared at the slender figure in front of her, and couldn't help guessing, what kind of tragic past did this mysterious and powerful woman have?

Master Chenlou let her stare at him, but he didn't pay attention, he drank it down in one gulp, poured a few more glasses, and after going back and forth, the pot had bottomed out.

Seeing that the atmosphere was not right, Baojin hurried forward to snatch the jade pot, interrupted with a smile and said, "You drank most of it by yourself, and you don't have any left for me."

"If you like it, there is still half a jar, just take it all away."

The owner of Chenlou skillfully avoided her snatching, poured all the last bit into the cup, raised his eyebrows slightly and pointed to the corner, but his expression was extremely weird, as if he was extremely cherished and unwilling to let go, as if he wanted to get rid of something. Dirty old things.

Seeing that the wine jar was still covered with fresh soil, Bao Jin wondered, "Where did you dig it out?"

The owner of Chenlou didn't answer, but leaned halfway on the table, as if she had no alcohol left, and the pulsed candles shone on her, making her look even more lonely and desolate.

Seeing that she didn't answer, Baojin felt a little shaky, and was about to step forward to help her, but suddenly his wrist hurt, and it was because she grabbed her joints tightly.

The owner of Chenlou's eyes are blurred, and they are unparalleled in the flow. Baojin only feels that the flash of beauty is more breathtaking than the self-confident Langjiao. In the haze, there seems to be a strange sense of familiarity.

The master of Chenlou laughed softly, the veil shook for a while, folded into strange patterns, "Wanzhi, hello..."

She coughed in a low voice, gritted her teeth, and said word by word, Bao Jin felt that the fingers were getting harder and harder, with infinite resentment, as if they were going to dig into the flesh.

She wanted to jump up to show that she was not a "Wan Zhi", but she couldn't move at all.

Fortunately, her wrist was pinned, but she didn't feel scared at all, as if she was sure in her heart that the person in front of her would never hurt herself!

I only heard the master of Chenlou sneer, "You took everything away, but only left me this altar of daughter red, it's really good!"

At this moment, the night wind was blowing, and Bao Jin stared at this scene dumbfounded. At this moment, it seemed that the woman in front of her was no longer a living person, but a walking corpse who couldn't help sneering!

"you're drunk!"

She finally burst out a sentence from her throat, but it was a burning pain, and there was a cold sweat on her back, and she didn't know what was going on.

As if awakened by the sound, Master Chenlou's eyes froze, and after a few moments, she seemed to wake up, and finally let go of her hand——

"It's Baojin..."

She said softly, her drunken eyes turned soft, "I'm scaring you..."

Baojin shook his head, frowned and said, "You're drunk, I'll help you to the couch to rest for a while."

Master Chenlou shook his head, coughed for a while, and sweated profusely all over his body, Baojin felt her pulse fluctuate quickly and slowly, under great shock, he was about to call for someone, but saw her straighten up, and sat up as if nothing had happened.

"Tonight I'm nothing..."

After an apology, she suddenly said: "That Langjia, don't touch her for now."

"That's why... you were the one who said you couldn't keep her!"

Bao Jin was puzzled, Master Chen Lou chuckled, but turned and walked towards the bamboo ladder.

Her pace was very slow, with vanity, and she left a light sentence behind her, "Not only don't touch her, you'd better stay away from the emperor and her these few days."

(End of this chapter)