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Chapter 1229 My Palace Is Absolutely Gorgeous 33
The voice was slightly lower, "As long as it looks good, you like it?"

There was a bit of tension in the words.

Yan Luo tilted his head slightly as if thinking for a while, then smiled suddenly, blinked his eyes and shook his head, "No, I only like Your Majesty."

"why?"

"Because your majesty is just your majesty."

Because you are just you, I like you because you are, so I will give you whatever you want.

Just hope that after you get what you want, you don't regret it.

Feng Xingche only felt a shock in his heart, and an indescribable numbness rushed up from all parts of his body.

The fingertips tightened slightly.

'Ding——Fengxingche blackening value -8 (29/100)'

The noisy surroundings brought Feng Xingche back to his senses. The dinner was already halfway through, and Yan Luo beside him had misty eyes, but was full of trust.

Feng Xingche slightly licked the corners of his lips, passed the warm wine glass he had held to his lips, and slowly drank the remaining few sips along the place where Yan Luo's lips were printed before.

Then he got up and picked up Yan Luo.

The stamina of this wine was obviously a bit too much, Yan Luo's eyes became more and more foggy, those deer-like pupils, coupled with that gorgeous face, carried an indescribable sense of charm.

Let Feng Xingche tighten his grip on Yan Luo's waist, let the rest of the ministers feel free to go home as early as possible to resettle, or participate in the sacrificial activities at home, and left with Yan Luo in his arms.

The eunuchs and palace maids behind them followed the two tens of paces behind them with great insight. Even at this distance, they could hear the coquettish and coquettish voices of their imperial concubines and empresses.

At the end of getting drunk, she also became much more courageous, always dishonestly pulling Feng Xingche's belt and the jade pendant around Feng Xingche's waist along the way.

In the end, I muttered that my feet hurt and I didn't want to walk.

The appearance of a little drunk makes people completely ignore her.

Feng Xingche stopped in his footsteps, seeing Yan Luo's faltering and refusing to leave, he lowered his head and stared at Yan Luo with big eyes.

Yan Luo blinked his eyes, looking at Feng Xingche's eyes, a smile appeared on the corner of his lips, and he raised his hand, with a trace of innocence amidst the charm.

I don't want to leave, I want to hug.

The moonlight tonight is very bright in winter, falling between Yan Luo's brows and eyes, completely reflecting the misty, pure and charming contradiction. A taste of holiness.

It's deadly.

"Your Majesty, it's so cold outside." Seeing Feng Xingche stopped and did not move, Yan Luo blinked his eyes and smiled, shaking his little hands.

In the end, Feng Xingche resigned to his fate.

Yan Luo leaned closer, hugged Yan Luo by the waist, and heard the little girl's cheerful whisper in her ear, her soft arms wrapped around her.

The faint fragrance of her body was even closer, and there was still a hint of wine fragrance.

A pair of eyes stared straight at Feng Xingche with steam and a smile.

"Is it still cold?"

Feng Xingche raised his eyebrows.

Yan Luo behaved well when he got the benefits, shaking his little head, "It's not cold anymore, Your Majesty, let's go back quickly."

The two masters are so not shy about others, but the palace people behind them dare not stare so boldly.

I couldn't help being astonished in my heart, this noble concubine is really favored, when will everyone dare to associate this kind of warmth with the emperor?

Feng Xingche didn't care what the group of people behind him thought, he lowered his head and bit Yan Luo's little nose, and took a step forward.

　baby
　　
　
(End of this chapter)