C22

He walked into the study with Shang Yiqing in his arms and placed her on the bed. Her cheeks were red, even more beautiful than rouge, and even more intoxicating. If it wasn't for the alcohol on her body, Fang Zinan really wouldn't be able to control himself.

"I want to change my clothes, I don't need to be so dirty!" Shang Yiqing pointed and waved her hands in the air.

"Have some peace. I'll change your clothes now." This woman was truly strange. When she was drunk, she would usually act so tyrannically, but when she was drunk, she would act a little more coquettishly. Fang Zinan smiled inwardly and helped her to take off her outer clothes.

"Hey!" Are you not allowed to eat my tofu? Do you hear me? " She poked his chest with her finger. It was strange, it was clearly just a simple recipe, but it seemed like it was split into several, each of them standing in front of her with a smile, "Wow, do you know magic? Why did it become several? I can't tell which one is you! "

"Princess, you're drunk!"

She frowned, grabbing onto his lapel with one hand and pointing at herself with the other, "I didn't drink alcohol, so don't speak nonsense. "Ugh!"

He held her hand and said, "Alright, you're not drunk. Can I change your clothes now?"

She suddenly stood up. "That won't do. I need to change it myself. Quickly get out, get out …" She mumbled, and in the next second, her whole body was on top of his.

Fang Zinan was caught off guard. He didn't expect that the drunk her to be so strong, and he was able to push him down onto the bed.

She placed one elbow on his chest and drew circles on his face with her other hand. "To be honest, you are very handsome. You are the most handsome man I have ever seen in this dynasty. Uhh, what a pity, you're going to die soon, what a waste of such a treasure! "

"What? Do you wish for me to die?" he asked with a smile, holding his hand as he drew circles on his face.

"Hehe," she laughed. "At first, it has nothing to do with me whether you're dead or not, but that day, I seemed to have made a guarantee in front of the empress. If you died, would I be considered deceiving the empress?"

"Of course!" He smiled at her in a way he had never seen before.

"My life is miserable!" "Hurry up and go, I'm going to change my clothes!" She sighed and pushed him.

"Princess." He tried his best to hold back his laughter, "You're pressing down on me, how can I move!"

She waved her fist at him. "Nonsense, there are several of you surrounding me! Hurry up and go, if you don't leave now, I might beat you up! "

He laughed and pulled her into his arms. He was surprised to see her with such a beautiful figure.

Shang Yiqing began to struggle. "Get out! Get out!"

"Didn't you want to change clothes?" he asked.

"That's right!" She nodded, looking at him in confusion.

"Can I help you change your clothes now?" He took off her undergarment and was immediately shocked by what he saw. His breathing also became rapid.

"Ugh!" You look like a pervert now! " She giggled, and felt his face close to hers. She could feel his breath.

He laughed happily. "I really want to turn into a pervert right now and swallow you whole."

She straightened her body and waved her hands in front of him. "Why do you still want to eat people?"

He was about to burst out into laughter. Resisting the urge to laugh, he grabbed her little hand and said, "Don't worry. Even if I want to eat someone, I have to get that person's permission to do so!"

"Oh!" She stroked her chin with her hand and looked at him as if she understood something. He took the opportunity to change into a clean undergarment for her. His hand touched her delicate skin, and the moment he touched her, he felt his face burn so badly that it made his body and mind throb.

"Don't wander around in front of me." She pointed at his face as she spoke.

Heavens! This damned woman! He did not know how much effort he put in to not 'eat' her, but she had acted recklessly. If she did that again, he did not dare to guarantee that he would do anything.

"Listen to me," he said, grabbing her wrist.

She straightened up. "I don't want it."

"Alright, alright. If you don't want to rest, then don't. What do you want to do then?" He put his arm around her shoulders and took her in his arms.

"I want karaoke!"

Before Fang Zinan completely understood what was going on, Shang Yiqing had already begun to sing out loud: "Even if I grow up for three thousand years and wander around the world, even if I am Hu Yang of Kashgar, I will carefully search for you for centuries and find you in the cycle of life …"

What song is this? It was so strange that he had never heard such a strange tune. Even though he had been drunk by Shang Yiqing and hummed so badly that he couldn't tune it, he still felt that it was very pleasing to the ear, and also very melodious. He unconsciously held his breath, and listened attentively to her singing: "I'm not afraid of the rain blowing the sun, and the sand in the desert hurting me.

She giggled. "Did I sing it well?" Not only were his drunken eyes not hazy, they were even more dazzling than usual.

He nodded his head heavily, and answered very seriously: "Very good, I've never heard such a strange song before, but it's really very nice!"

She pinched his face. "Can I sing another song for you, sister?"

"You can sing."

Sure enough, she started singing again, "It's hard to tell when it started, but I've already fallen in love with you. I'm willing to transform into that ancient tree to walk on your way home everyday …"

The lyrics immediately grabbed his heart. He pricked up his ears and listened attentively, only to hear her sing, "After experiencing so many trials and tribulations, I'm still waiting foolishly for your answer. Every beautiful fairy tale under the moonlight, it's hard to tell if it's real or fake …"

"Seeing your teary eyes in the storm, I have no choice but to choose between love and helplessness. Rumbling sounds will always be in my heart. After the sky clears, you will chase after the rainbow …"

"You who are sentimental and heartless, beautiful, and unintentional, if you leave me, perhaps I won't wait any longer. Perhaps my heart is already cold, and the fallen leaves will turn into dust …"

She sang very loudly while he listened attentively. He had never heard such a sorrowful song before, and he did not know that a song could be sung in such a tone. Moreover, the lyrics were written so well that they could no longer be described.