Long live the best

He kept drinking with Qin Yun, and almost got Qin Yun down!

"Your Majesty, come, come, you are a true warrior of Great Xia, I would like to toast you again!"

"The highest respect in the grassland is to drink highland barley wine."

His face was rosy, and his rough face was carefree and heroic, but he didn't look drunk at all.

Looking at the glass of highland barley wine, Qin Yun groaned in his heart!

It's not that he can't drink, the key is that if he continues to drink, how can he have sex with Chaming Weirou?

He's been thinking about it all day!

The proud princess of the grassland must have a sense of accomplishment after conquering it, right?

So, he cleverly pretended to be drunk.

With sharp eyes, Xiao Jian stepped forward to block the wine.

"Lord Cha Mingmu, Your Majesty is too strong to drink."

"Why don't I drink with you?"

Cha Mingmu's eyes were a bit unwilling, but he couldn't say anything: "Well then, General Xiao, I respect you!"

Take advantage of this gap.

Qin Yun immediately winked at Mu Le, Yan Zhong and the others.

All the ministers received their gazes, stepped forward to toast, and surrounded the people of the three major tribes.

He himself left.

In the corridor outside Weiyang Palace.

He vomited for a while by the side of the flowers, which frightened the eunuchs and maids.

Cursing and cursing: "Grass, did Cha Mingmu do this on purpose?"

"I'm drunk, how can I have a bridal chamber?"

Old Feng smiled wryly: "Your Majesty, this is the law of the grassland."

"Women who marry grasslands have to drink, and they have to pass the customs, otherwise they will not be happy."

Qin Yun wiped his mouth and shook his head vigorously: "Is there such a bad habit?"

"I've made it through!"

Feng Lao's wrinkled face let out a helpless smile.

"Your Majesty, I'm afraid not yet..."

Qin Yun turned around and said drunkenly, "What do you mean?"

Feng Lao said: "When grassland women get married, most of them will have difficulties on the day of their bridal chamber."

"I found that the imperial concubine is the pearl of the grassland. Even if she is not a princess of a country, she is an extremely proud existence. I am afraid that there will be some obstacles for His Majesty."

Qin Yun stared, stumbled?

Do you mean not letting yourself sleep?

He was drunk, and snorted softly: "Hmph, I want to see what kind of trip she dares to make!"

"Inverted!"

After finishing speaking, he staggered back and forth to Cha Ming Wei Rou's bedroom.

Old Feng smiled wryly. The stumbling block that he wanted to talk about was mostly problems like drinking or weightlifting, but he didn't have time to talk about it.

A group of people quickly followed Qin Yun.

After half a stick of incense.

Mingyu Palace has arrived, this is the palace given to Chaming Wei Rou.

Snapped!

Qin Yun drank the wine, kicked the door a little rough, and walked in.

The eunuchs hurried up and closed the door.

In the dormitory, red candles were burning, and the word "Happy" was conspicuous, very festive.

The sandalwood is overflowing, but no one is there.

"What about people!"

"I'm here, but you don't welcome me?"

Qin Yun shouted at the top of his voice, it was inevitable that he would lose his composure when he was drunk, and he didn't look refined at all, but rather rough.

Cha Ming Wei Rou raised the bead curtain and walked out slowly.

Dressed in a bright red palace dress, wrapped in a hot body, extremely sexy.

With a golden hairpin inserted into her head, she is extremely graceful and luxurious, and her flaming red lips are so delicate and charming that people can't help but want to kiss them.

The exotic face, with a little makeup, can be described as beautiful.

Seen from above, she exudes wild beauty all over her body!

She raised the corner of her mouth and said with interest.

"Seeing that you are usually weak and gentle, you didn't expect to marry me today. On the contrary, you have a bit of masculinity."

"I thought you were going to knock on the door and come in."

Qin Yun looked at it, his eyes flashed with obsession, this is my bride!

So beautiful.

Then he hiccupped: "Then do you prefer me kicking the door, or knocking?"

She blurted out: "Kick the door!"

"My princess's man can't be like the Han people who are sour and Confucian. He has to be a little masculine."