Chapter 568： Willing to be Your Majesty's Minister 51

He still smelled of alcohol on his body, and it was probably impulsive to drink a bit, not domineering.

The jade crown of the hairpin that was thrown away by him made a jingling sound. His breathing was hot, sprayed between Chu Ci’s neck, and the wine was suffocating. After holding it for a while, Chu Ci also felt that he was tainted by his wine. Qi smoked a little dizzy.

Before long, I didn’t know if it was because he was indeed a bit drunk, or the sweet smell and gentle touch on the little girl’s body were too comfortable at the moment, so he was buried in Chu Ci’s neck. He closed his eyes and fell asleep slowly.

The smaller half of his body was still pressed against Chu Ci. Even if he had fallen asleep, he did not put too much weight on Chu Ci, but his hands still hugged Chu Ci extremely tightly.

Although it is not impossible to break, but if you break it, it is estimated that this guy will wake up again.

Chu Ci raised his eyes and glanced at the sky outside the window, and blinked his eyes. It was neither early nor late, and the wind outside was blowing. At this time, it was already a bit cold, and the man beside him drank it. The whole body of Jiu was warm, Chu Ci didn't say anything. He yawned, rubbed his arms, and closed his eyes after finding a comfortable position.

From then on, Master Tai Fu, who had acted a little undercover, had completely no scruples.

In the eyes of the courtiers outside, the little emperor, who was originally powerless and emptied, suddenly did not know how to arouse the great interest of the big beast.

It was pitiful enough to have the power and powerless Xiaoming still held in the hands of the Taifu all the time, but as the little emperor opened up, his appearance became more and more beautiful, and the Taifu stretched his claws towards the little emperor. .

Combined with the fact that the little emperor has gradually begun to have some real power in the past few months, almost everyone feels that Chu Ci is bearing the burden of humiliation.

If Chu Ci wanted to explain, almost everyone would think that the Taifu was too strong. Although the little emperor had already grasped part of the real power and looked like a Mingjun, he had to retreat three feet and let the traitor Minister in charge.

Seeing that the wind direction in the court became more and more outrageous, the old officials who were loyal to the Feng Xiao royal family in the past looked at themselves with a complicated and encouraging look.

Thinking of these things, Chu Ci, who had to sit on a chair in the study and deal with government affairs, was held by Master Tai Fu, raised his hand and lifted the memorial in his hand. The brush in his hand was still dipped in ink, and he turned to hold it. Xiao Mo Kuang's face was drawn across.

Xiao Mo Kuang had nothing to do with those rumors. At that time, it was only time because some young talents heard that these rumors were more like flies, and he wanted to suppress these rumors forcefully.

But the little girl who thought that listening to the rumors seemed to be a little guilty to him. That night, she let him hold it inside and out except for the last step, and then let the gossip and even endure the gossip. Unable to contribute to the flames.

He was dealing with his all-day and all-day memorials, but Chu Ci was slept in, reading idle books in the study, listening to Wu Ge’s lectures, and going to the Imperial Garden for a little while, but always wandering around. It is very uncomfortable to be able to meet young talents who enter the palace for various reasons.