Chapter 228： Your Majesty, please respect yourself (33)

Fu Yue helped Yan Qi up. The other party was already completely drunk. She frowned slightly, then raised her hand and pinched him, severely.

The beautiful emperor opened his dark eyes, his curled eyelashes trembled, and looked at Fu Yue, "Yu'er, what are you doing with me?"

Fu Yue ignored him.

The chief **** on the side saw Yan Qi, who was shaking and standing unsteadily, quickly pinched Lanhua’s fingers, and came over, "Ah, my majesty, how come the drink is like this? Come to support you!"

Yan Qi was stunned for a moment, seeing the **** Wang Xi running towards him, he subconsciously hid behind Fu Yue, pursing his red lips.

"Presumptuous, I think you the **** is trying to murder me!"

The man's low magnetic and pleasant voice sounded, slightly unhappy.

Wang Xi: "..."

Your Majesty, you have changed! You don’t love me anymore!

Fu Yue twitched the corners of her lips, stretched out her hand to hold Yan Three-year-old, and waved at the eunuch, "Go down first."

Then he helped Yan Qi go.

Before they had gone far, a young low-magnetic voice sounded behind them.

"The emperor's wife stayed."

It is Yanci.

Fu Yue paused, then turned around and glanced at the person opposite, "Does King Ning have anything to do?"

Yan Ci looked at her firmly.

Then he said softly, "You are willing, don't you?"

She knew what he was asking.

He smiled slightly, the arc of the red lips was gentle, and Fu Yue's dark eyes were bright and clear, and said seriously.

"Yes."

Yanci was silent for a moment.

Immediately, he gave his hand and said one word: "The ministers wish the emperor brother and sister-in-law... a hundred years of a good relationship, forever together."

It is not difficult to say this, but it is inevitable that I still regret. The momentary pain in my heart is not a pain, but it cannot be ignored.

Yan Qi looked at Yan Ci on the opposite side, and at Fu Yue she was holding, pursing her lips, frowned slightly, and stood in front of her.

The wide sleeves were raised to block her tightly.

Don't look at Yuer.

Not allowed...

The man looked at Yan Ci indifferently, his thin lips lightly opened, and he said indifferently: "Emperor brother, it's not early, kneel down, don't stare at your emperor's wife like this."

Yan Ci: "...The minister abides by the decree."

Then Fu Yue was dragged away by Yan Qi, and his footsteps were fast.

Being pulled and pulled, and almost didn't stumble in the middle, Fu Yue was really tired, and she threw away Yan Qi's hand, and then raised her hand to cover her chest, her gasping was a little quick.

Her body is really weak.

Before he had time to say anything, Fu Yue was beaten up by Yan Qi and hugged him, and arrived at Changle Palace in a short while.

Lifting his slender legs, Yan Qi kicked open the door of the bedroom.

Xi Niang who was waiting inside was startled, the Heyan wine in her hand was almost unsteady, her eyes widened.

What, what's the situation?

Seeing that Fu Yue was carried in by Yan Qi, still so aggressive, several Xi Niang looked at each other, but they didn't dare to say anything.

"Get out."

The emperor's low magnetic voice sounded.

Xi Niang hurriedly put the wine she was holding on the table, bowed out, and closed the door intimately.

Yan Qi put Fu Yue down, her movements were gentle, but her beautiful face was still calm, her dark eyes seemed to drip with ink, and her thin lips were pressed tightly.

Seeing Xiao Tiantian's blackened look.

Fu Yue was shocked.

Fuck, she is now sick and weak, how can she withstand the toss of this person!

Fu Yue slowly backed away.

One step and two steps.

Yan Qi walked towards her slowly, her face calm and indifferent.

The man in the happy suit has a white jade-like face, a radian on the scarlet lips, and the cool brows, set against such a fire color, becoming more and more exquisite and eye-catching.