Dragon Ancestor, We Must Save

Yan Ce really couldn't find an excuse to let this group of angry noble boys go away, so he could only drink one bottle after another, at least each person would only respect one bottle, most of them were nobles who wanted to show some face, no one would respect two All over the wine.

Only the teenagers who hated Yan Ce badly hoped that Yan Ce would be poisoned by alcohol on the spot, so that he could successfully take over His Royal Highness Fusu. Of course, not only the teenagers got up to toast, but also noble girls or young women with ulterior motives, who wanted to take Yan Ce to him in a wheel-to-wheel battle. Filled to death.

The sum of the beers drunk in the past seventeen years is not as much as today's banquet.

Yan Ce raised the bottle calmly, he didn't know how much he drank, and began to spit a lot of wine into the inner sleeves under the cover of the long sleeves, as long as the wetness of the black dress was covered carefully, it was not easy to detect.

Even so, he was still poured so hard that he was about to vomit blood, and he was so dizzy that he couldn't tell how many people were in front of him. As long as there were still people holding bottles, he could only raise his hand and drink while spitting. The corners of Chu Jun's eyes were slightly moist.

After drinking a bottle of wine, Yan Ce felt that his stomach had been burnt through, drinking it was like gasoline, it only needed a small flame to ignite, and then the whole body could spontaneously ignite.

Fool……

Why do you want to treat this idiot...

Stupid bastard...

The prince girl who had just been robbed of her kiss held back her tears, and covered her stomach, which was also in pain, and took the initiative to grab the young man's wine bottle with her other hand. At this time, Yan Ce didn't even have the strength to resist the girl. .

"The rest... I'll do it."

With the last few bottles of wine left, Fu Su raised his hand with red eyes and poured them all into his throat rudely.

All the wines of the nobles have already finished paying their respects.

After the toast, the nobles left the banquet without stopping, and the goal of attacking the prince was completely defeated. If they didn’t leave, would they still have to eat the dog food of their crush? They all walked away very simply, and they wanted to finish the toast and go back. While reprimanding Yan Ce, the family hid in bed and cried for a while.

The lingering crushes shook their heads and left at last. Mo Yan stared at Yan Ce, who was so drunk that he was about to die, and remained silent. She felt that she had to re-analyze the young master Ce.

This sincere feeling, and the sinister scheming.

In the end, she left silently, one of the few nobles who did not toast.

There were fewer and fewer people present.

After the prime minister and those high-ranking officials who stood at the top of Qin's politics also left, only a dozen or so servants were left in the empty banquet hall to clean up.

Turn around.

Yan Ce couldn't see the focal length at all, stood up unsteadily, and supported the towering ancient tree.

As the sky was getting late, an unknown autumn insect gave a long cry, and the moonlight turned from turbid yellow to cold white.

The boy lowered his head, and the forcefully poured wine vomited viciously on the ground along with stomach acid and a small amount of food residue.

After vomiting for less than half an hour, until I could hardly stand up straight, the pain that pierced my brain was relieved a little.

"These animals..."

After Yan Ce finished cursing, he lowered his head and vomited several times.

"Fusu, are you alright?"

Turning his head, he found that His Royal Highness Fusu, who had maintained the model of the princes for a long time, simply passed out drunk in the first place after the nobles left the field, curled up, and seemed to cry and laugh.

"I'm asleep..."

He was a little helpless.

Leaning against the ancient tree, the more drowsy he became, the more memories of the past flashed in his mind, they were all fuzzy silhouettes that were about to be forgotten in the depths of consciousness.

There is a magical sense of nostalgia in recalling the past.

Originally, he only wanted to survive, but since when did his thoughts gradually change.

The meaning of this change is like Captain Li's attack on Ping'an County, which should be mostly good.

It's fucking fate.

"Fusu, it's okay."

"Let's go home."

In the moonlight, Yan Ce, who was a little sober after vomiting, hugged the quiet little princess who was completely drunk, and was about to take back to the prince's bedroom.

In the corridors of the outer courtyard, only one's own footsteps can be heard quietly.

He felt that he was going to lie down in the imperial physician's pavilion for a while now, which was really an uncomfortable day, but if he didn't help her today, it might be uncomfortable for the rest of his life.

His Royal Highness Chu Jun in his arms grasped the skirt of Yan Ce's chest with both hands, writhing uneasily.

Holding the girl's legs, the soft white thighs felt unexpectedly soft to the touch.

Yan Ce lowered his eyes, looking a bit confused, the girl's moderate breasts propped up a raised arc, the exposed snow-white skin was covered with blush, the sweat stimulated by the wine ran across the pink neck from the corner of her forehead, It slipped to Fusu's collarbone, and was finally absorbed by the dress that wrapped her body.

The girl's breathing was weak in a sleepy state. I don't know if it was a psychological effect. This prince exuded a unique allure between purity and charm. The moist pink lips trembled slightly, touching up and down lightly, whispering what.

Now, the teenager's mind is full of the intense stimulation of that kiss in the afternoon, prying open the girl's mouth, and sucking up all the liquid.

During the entanglement of lips and tongue, there is no denying the inexplicable excitement caused by hormones.

Do you want to try this excitement again?

Okay, okay...what the hell.

It's immoral to steal a kiss while a girl is drunk.

Thinking this way, he finally knew what alcohol paralyzes his nerves. He moved away from the girl's seductive lips, his mind was in a trance, becoming more and more confused and sleepy, and all kinds of charming distracting thoughts almost occupied the whole of his brain.