His Majesty is ill

The mood was just above the wedding banquet, Feng Konghua had already drank a lot of wine, although he didn't feel it at the time, now that he was out of the palace and was blown by the cold wind, he felt that the little bit of alcohol seemed to have a tendency to rise.

Slightly shaking his dizzy head, Feng Konghua walked aimlessly on the street, he didn't go out of the palace often, so he didn't know where to go for a while.

After all, this is the capital city, at the foot of the emperor, and he is on the most prosperous street in the capital at the moment, so although it is already dark, the street is still full of people coming and going, very lively.

Feng Konghua is cold-tempered, and he always hates being too close to people. Now walking in the bustling street with crowds of people, the noisy environment, and the crowd bumping into him from time to time, all these have already made him extremely tired.

When he was knocked down for the first time, Feng Konghua finally couldn't bear it anymore, got away from the crowd, randomly found a restaurant that seemed to be considered high-end, and walked in without looking at the signboard.

As soon as he entered the store, Feng Konghua knew that he had gone to the wrong place. Look at those customers who were drinking with wretched smiles while teasing the girl in their arms, and then look at those customers who turned towards him when they saw him entering the door. Feng Konghua immediately understood the girls jumping on him, this is not the restaurant he thought it was, this is obviously a brothel.

Instinctively want to exit, but when I think of the streets full of people outside, and I have never been to such a place, although I am not usually curious, but every time I want to come to see and see, I am left cold. That guy blocked him with the phrase "inappropriate". It's rare that no one cares about him today, so why not just take this opportunity to satisfy his curiosity?

Thinking in this way, Feng Konghua took back the foot that had already stepped out of the door, and walked in openly.

Although Feng Konghua's whole body has an aura of not getting close to strangers, but he can't resist the temptation of his handsome face, coupled with the extravagant clothes that can be seen at a glance, it is almost the same as when he was just now. The moment he entered the door, he had already become the focus of secret attention of the girls in this building. Seeing him finally walk in now, these girls who had been waiting for a long time didn't care about being reserved. As if a bone had been pulled out, he stuck it up softly, with a sweet and ambiguous yell of "Master" on the left and "Master" on the right, watching the guests around secretly grit their teeth, but because of the other party's obvious background It is extremely depressing to dare not to have an outbreak because of his identity.

It's a pity that this is quite a blessing in the eyes of others, but it is as difficult as torture for Feng Konghua. Let alone his dislike of getting close to others, how can he bear so many people sticking to him? The fragrance of the powder on the girl's body made him choked up.

Hastily asked for a private room for himself, Feng Konghua repelled everyone who wanted to stay and wait on him, and when the whole private room was finally clean, he was slightly relieved, picked up the wine cup in front of him, and Looking at the watery moonlight outside the window, he began to think for himself.

Guessing that the people who are looking for him outside are going to go crazy, and probably tomorrow, those rational persuasion and private accusations will be piled up on the table again, Feng Konghua took a sip of the not-so-good wine in his glass , some self-deprecating smile, those people will only be like this, using a bunch of useless rules to restrain themselves, wanting to turn themselves into their ideal king, if they don't like them, they will play for themselves To remonstrate with death, listen to Zhonglie, in the end, isn't it because you can't really kill them.

Sometimes being an emperor is really boring. What is it like to rule the world and be rich all over the world? To put it nicely, in fact, there are a few things that can really follow your own wishes. It's just my own wishful thinking to think that someone I'm close to is nothing more than my own wishful thinking, and now I can't even control my own marriage, it's really boring...