My country is dying

Chapter 187 If I Don't Drink, Do You Drink?
Gao Yuan was startled, and then he was ecstatic - it worked!

"Why are you acting like an idiot?" Yun Gui drifted by, and couldn't help but roll his eyes.

But Gao Yuan leaned forward all of a sudden: "Yungui, you said that if the prince can marry a princess, will you and I not have to guard at twelve o'clock a day in the future?"

"Want to be lazy?" Yun Gui glared at him, "Ever since your cousin came to Beijing, I feel that you are always looking for opportunities to get away, and tell you, I won't be your post tonight!"

"No need tonight!" Gao Yuan immediately smiled mysteriously, "Not only you don't need it, but I don't need it either!"

Yun Gui was taken aback: "What do you mean?"

Gao Yuan chuckled: "You'll know later!"

When footsteps came from behind, Mi Le was drinking alone. After thinking about it, she spilled some wine in the flagon on the ground, then sniffed her nose, and continued to pour the wine down her throat.

Standing behind her, Hou Junli frowned when he saw this scene. Seeing that Mi Le didn't give up after taking a sip, he immediately took a step forward and grabbed her hand: "Drinking can't solve any problems. If Concubine Yao is alive, she will surely I don't want the emperor to do this!"

His eyebrows were deep, and the words he spoke were full of undeniable majesty, but Mi Le smiled after hearing this: "You are not my concubine mother, how do you know what she thinks..."

After the words fell, Mi Le raised the flagon again, and Hou Junli saw her cheeks were flushed, obviously she had drunk too much.

Immediately, he said in a deep voice: "I really don't know what she thinks, but as a parent, even if you are buried in the earth, you definitely want your children to be safe, not to mention that the emperor is the king of a country, so you must behave more cautiously."

"Careful?" Mi Le blinked, and the tears that were originally full in her eyes slipped from the corners of her eyes. She suddenly threw the flagon on the ground, the flagon shattered, and the wine splashed, "So cautious that even my mother When the concubine can't worship, can't you drink wine?"

Hou Junli looked at her with deep understanding in his eyes: "Your Majesty..."

"Would you like to drink, or go away if you don't!"

Speaking of this, she immediately yelled at the servants: "Bring a cup!"

Seeing the servant trot away, and after a while, he brought a wine glass, Hou Junli immediately frowned, and pressed Mi Le's hand: "The emperor wants breakfast tomorrow, don't drink it!"

Mi Le opened her blurred eyes, obviously drunk, but at this moment she had already poured the wine: "Okay... I won't drink it, you drink it for me, anyway... You don't go to court early!"

Hou Junli looked at the glass of wine in her hand that reflected the moon in his deep eyes, and after a moment of silence, he took the wine and drank it all in one gulp: "Is that all right?"

He turned his glass upside down.

"Okay!" Mi Le patted his shoulders with both hands, hiccupped at the same time, and then looked at him with drunken eyes, "One more... have another drink."

When the words fell, she rushed forward, fell into Hou Junli's arms, and fell asleep.

Hou Junli frowned. She didn't feel that she smelled of alcohol when she was far away, but now she rushed over and smelled of alcohol all over her body, and she didn't know how much she had drunk!

Thinking of this, he got up and picked up Mi Le, and walked to the bedroom.

Mi Le was drunk and dishonest, and kept moving her hands. When she passed the door of the room, she suddenly opened one eye, looked over Hou Junli's shoulder to Gao Yuan, and then gestured to him.

Gao Yuan understood, and immediately turned around and put Yun Gui on the shoulder: "Ah...Suddenly my stomach hurts...Yun Gui, hurry up, help me, help me to see Dr. Ji!"

　I am not satisfied with the writing of this chapter. I really want to delete it and rewrite it, but there is definitely not enough time. I will send it out first to satisfy your hunger. . .There are too many bad things in my mind these days, I am not in the mood to write an article, and I have to put it on the shelf to save the manuscript, which is a headache. . .

　　
　
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