Fast through the cannon fodder of the mission to counterattack

Chapter 1966
The crowd quieted down.

Bian Cheng said meaningfully: "The world belongs to me after all, even if I ask other people to take a peek, it still belongs to me."

"Respectfully invite the emperor to return to the court!" Meng Li said immediately.

The others followed suit.

Bian Cheng looked arrogant and disdainful, just snorted, and said domineeringly: "I'm going to take back my things." Then he turned and went into the house.

The group of them stayed outside the door, and everyone was embarrassed for Meng Li. After all, the emperor's intentions were too obvious, and there was an intuition that the empress would be in trouble.

And Meng Li didn't feel embarrassed at all, and said relaxedly:
"I can finally take a good rest."

Someone is muttering in the heart, isn't it?

Hope to rest well.

When the crowd dispersed, Bian Cheng became quiet. Looking at the food served, he thought that he would not be able to drink anymore and would have to go to court early the next day.

After just two mouthfuls of food, I always felt that something was missing, and I couldn't even eat food without wine.

He really wanted to drink too much.

Couldn't help it, couldn't bear it, Bian Cheng could only tell himself to drink less this time, but when the wine got into his throat, he forgot everything.

He got very drunk again, passed out, and woke up in the middle of the night, feeling that it was really hard to sleep, so he drank some more.

He used to drink day and night, drinking when he woke up, and sleeping when he was drunk, and he couldn't adjust for a while.

It's just that he drank in the middle of the night and couldn't get up at all the next day. The eunuch yelled outside the door for a long time, and went in cautiously to see him lying on his clothes smelling of alcohol, pushing and shouting. Very irritatedly said:

"Go away, don't bother me."

"I have a headache."

He closed his eyes again.

The eunuch knew his temper too well, so he could only shut up and dare not speak out.

He didn't get up for a long time, but it was hard for those ministers. They all said that the emperor was finally going to court today, and they all came to the main hall to wait, but after waiting for more than an hour, no one came.

"Would you like to take a look?" someone asked.

They went to ask the eunuch again, but the eunuch could only say cautiously: "The emperor hasn't gotten up yet."

Everyone: "..."

Is this the attitude of the emperor to return to the court?
After waiting for another half an hour, Bian Cheng woke up, dressed casually and went to the court hall, his beard was unshaven, the corners of his eyes were black and blue, and his figure became emaciated. The overall image was really not very good.

Everyone took a look and didn't care about the appearance problem anymore. It's good to be able to come, and there is no other requirement.

According to the previous habit, everyone began to report some things to Bian Cheng, and asked for his opinion by the way, and everyone discussed and discussed together.

But Bian Cheng hadn't been in contact with these things for a long time, and he didn't know what they were talking about. They had no choice but to talk about it from the beginning patiently.

It's just that they had the patience, but Bian Cheng didn't. He felt very irritable after listening for a while.

I really want to drink.

Anyway, sitting here and listening is listening, it's better to listen while drinking, he thought so, and did the same.

He asked the eunuch beside him to get the wine, and when he heard that he was going to get the wine, the eunuch was startled and whispered in his ear:

"Your Highness, no."

Bian Cheng: "Why not, anyway, they also know that I love wine."

They definitely didn't dare to stop them, after all what they wanted was for an emperor to sit here and not let the woman in the harem take advantage of it.

"Go get it, or you'll die." Seeing that the eunuch was still hesitant, Bian Cheng gave him a glare.

The eunuch flinched, but had no choice but to fetch the wine, so when the courtiers were still chattering, there was a sudden smell of wine in the air.

Everyone looked up and saw that the emperor was actually drinking wine in the court hall. His body was not sitting on the dragon chair, but crooked, barely able to put his body on it.

Indecent gesture.

The Tai Tuo stood up and asked, "What does Your Majesty mean?"

"Don't understand? I'm drinking." Bian Cheng said as a matter of course:
"Is there a rule that people in the court cannot drink alcohol?"

Taifu: "..."

There is no such rule, but no one drinks in the hall, but the basic etiquette is that drinking is not allowed.

"It's okay, I won't get drunk either, so you can talk slowly, and I, listen slowly." Bian Cheng said casually.

Tai Tu wanted to say something more, but was pulled away by the person next to him and said:

"The emperor finally came back. If he gets angry again, he doesn't know when he will come back. Maybe it's because he suddenly doesn't get used to it. Let's just let him go. I don't think he will ever come back."

The Tai Tu had no choice but to stop talking, and he sighed from the bottom of his heart as he looked at the emperor who had no posture on the dragon chair.

The minister who talked about the matter before continued to say that the matter was quite complicated, and he was worried that the emperor hadn’t heard it clearly. He even went into more detail, and the words were longer. Comfortable, especially after drinking, there is a feeling of ascension of the soul, which is even more wonderful.

He is deeply infatuated with this feeling, and he looks forward to meeting his beautiful soul in this situation one day.

The group of people below were all vague and hazy in his eyes. After the minister finished speaking, he asked him:

"Your Majesty, what do you think of this matter?"

"What's the matter?" Bian Cheng was so drunk that he forgot what the minister said before.

Minister: "..."

So he talked for a long time, and the rest of the ministers followed suit for a long time, but the emperor didn't listen to a word.

"You guys discussed it just now, right?" Even though Bian Cheng was confused, he still had a solution in his mind, he said:

"Since the discussion is over, just follow your ideas."

"I think your ideas are very good, very good."

The tone was very perfunctory.

Everyone was speechless, did you hear what they said?Just say good?

Isn't this messing around with Jiangshan Sheji?
"Your Majesty, listen to the minister..."

Bian Cheng half-closed his eyes, still shaking the wine glass, staring at the wine in it, and said casually: "Well, tell me, I'm listening."

"..."

Who is still interested in talking?

It is true that many people have been pissed off, which is worse than playing the piano against a cow.

But having said that, Bian Cheng was so unbearable, but he didn't give anyone with a heart a chance to take advantage of it.

After all, if the emperor is pure and stupid or has other desires, it is easy to attack, but no, he is good at wine, but no one can give him better wine than the palace.

Besides, the emperor is simply drunk every day, and has a violent temper, and he can't listen to a word of other words, and those favorites who want to take the opportunity to be by his side have no chance.

In the court, there are many incompetent people. They have no real ability to increase their ranks. The best way is to get the favor of the emperor. They want to sharpen their heads and try to do what they like. But facing this Bian Cheng, they have no choice There is no way.

Seeing Bian Cheng's appearance, those who wanted to take the opportunity to be favored stood up and said it again tirelessly.

(End of this chapter)