I heard that Niangniang is nearsighted

Chapter 757
Dressed in brocade robes, luminous cups of delicious food and wine, surrounded by gentle beauties.

Such beautiful scenery on a good day is naturally a natural and unrestrained bliss in the world.

Wei Yan was wearing a lavender brocade robe, with peach blossom eyes full of affection, sitting in an unrestrained posture, waving the fan in his hand leisurely.

The half-closed peach blossom eyes looked at the son and brother who indulged in pleasure with great interest.

"His Royal Highness, this is the oiran of Baihualou, and I specially prepared it for you today."

The young master at the bottom was slightly drunk, currying favor with Wei Yan with his tongue out.

Wei Yan's thin lips curled up slightly, a bit evil and carefree, and he closed his fan quickly and hit it in the palm of his hand, "Then the king will accept it with a smile."

The oiran was wearing a cool gauze dress, shaking her head three times, her eyes dazzled her soul.

She looked at King Wei with fiery eyes, and fell into King Wei's arms with a coquettish smile, "My family has admired His Highness for a long time."

"Oh?" Wei Yan smiled inexplicably.

He flirtatiously embraced the fan and raised the delicate chin of the oiran lady, "What kind of admiration?"

The oiran was taken aback for a moment, but soon covered her lips with an exquisite and sleek smile, and looked at Wei Yan with hooked eyes, hesitant to say, "Your Highness is really bad, I said it from the bottom of my heart. It's never too late to tell..."

Wei Yan snorted lightly.

He lazily let go of Hua Kui, and drank alone.

The oiran clings to him, snuggling up to his side.

Wei Yan didn't refuse, nor did he take any further steps.

After finally getting close to His Royal Highness the King of Wei, how could the oiran give up? Naturally, he tried his best to please him.

She glanced at His Royal Highness Wei Wang's expression, and saw that he was smiling, and she didn't seem to be disgusted, and she was secretly happy.

I had no choice but to please His Royal Highness Wei Wang. According to the current empress dowager and His Majesty's respect for His Highness Wei Wang, it would be good for her to give up a little thing, no matter how precious it is.

Furthermore, if His Highness is more satisfied with the service, it is not impossible to redeem her as a concubine.

After all, His Royal Highness the King of Wei was of extremely low birth, just an ordinary commoner, not as particular about the royal family.

The singing and dancing will rest in the middle of the night.

Wei Yan's amorous peach blossom eyes contained some blur, his face was like a crown of jade, and a few strands of hair hanging from his temples showed a wild and handsome air.

Oiran's heart skipped a bit.

Just when she was about to stand up and support King Wei, she saw King Wei waving at him.

He didn't ask her to help him, but casually beckoned the maid who had been accompanying him all the time, leaning on the maid's body lazily, his warm breath hitting the white jade-like neck of the maid.

The intimacy that seems to be absent.

And the maid with a blank and solemn face actually supported the half-drunk King Wei, walking steadily.

"Your Highness is drunk, let the servants serve you."

The oiran held back his thoughts, and spoke to the maid with a bit of force.

But he didn't want the maid to ignore her at all, and helped His Royal Highness Wei Wang to leave, letting His Royal Highness half press on her petite body.

"It's really nosy, a maid really thinks of herself as her master!"

The oiran stomped her feet unwillingly, secretly saying that she was unlucky.

The little maid helped Wei Yan out of the house and helped him mount the horse.

Back at the mansion, the little maid was about to hand over His Highness to someone else, but she might as well be pulled into the man's arms.

She raised her eyes and fell into a pair of beautiful peach blossom eyes.

The starlight all over the sky became the background of those peach blossom eyes, peach blossoms, passionate and ruthless.

The corners of Wei Yan's mouth curled up slightly, and he hugged the little maid by the waist.

The little palace maid's usually impassive expression instantly collapsed, and she struggled in a panic, "Your Highness, please let the slave down."

"Don't let it go."

"You're drunk."

"Not drunk."

(End of this chapter)