The Rise of Phoenixes Chapter 371:
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I don’t know if it was the aroma that was overwhelming, the meaning of the words that was charming, or the hair that was sultry, or just that the aftertaste of the wine was too murderous, Gu Nanyi suddenly felt a little hot in her heart, and couldn’t help but raise her hand to support her shoulders.
He was just a little confused at first and wanted to help her up, but Feng Zhiwei suddenly became drunk and wanted to vomit with a sound. She had strong self-discipline and knew not to vomit in Master Gu's arms, so she quickly reached out her hand. He went to cover her mouth, but Gu Nanyi didn't care. He trapped her shoulders and prevented her from leaving. He stretched out his hand and caressed her back. A surge of true energy poured in, suppressing the surging alcohol in her body.
The whole place fell silent, looking at the unobtrusive Young Master Gu, looking at the ambiguous posture of the two, and exchanged glances with each other, recalling a certain legend about the broken sleeves that had been popular in the Imperial Capital some time ago.
"Is Xiao Wei here? Haha, the old man is here to bother me..." Suddenly someone came with a smile and a cup, talking to himself before stepping in the door.
There were several people behind this man, pulling each other, and one of them said: "Scholar Hu, you dare to rush to the young man's banquet with your drinking capacity, so I, the king, will protect you."
Another person said: "Sixth brother is just careful. He is afraid that Lao Hu will get us drunk and sell his beautiful girl. He will come running here, come and leave, and beg for a drink together. Go."
Several people came straight towards me, pulling each other. Before anyone could react, the first person was stunned on the threshold.
The second, third, and fourth were blocked, and they looked inside, and then there was a hissing sound.
In the pavilion, Mr. Wei was lying in the arms of the famous wooden guard of the imperial capital with tears in his eyes, while Gu Nanyi openly put his arms around Wei Zhi's shoulders and gently caressed his back with his hands.
Broken sleeves!
The living cut sleeves!
The broken sleeves vividly display the style of cutting sleeves!
The most popular young minister in the imperial capital, Duanxiu, is openly displaying the style of Duanxiu!
Grandmaster Hu Shengshan, who looked like a dried walnut, held a wine glass, opened his mouth wide, and his eyes almost fell into his wine glass, and murmured: "No wonder I spotted him among so many Qingming students at a glance. , it turns out it’s really different enough.”
The second prince, who just came back from Shiwanda Mountain in southern Fujian in the middle of last year, was sunburned and oily, and his dark face was now a green color. He stared straightly and said, "I heard about the broken sleeves. He is very restrained, I don’t expect Mr. Wei to be so flamboyant when it comes to marriage.”
The seventh prince stepped on the threshold with one foot, stepped back with the other, and told Qing Ke who was following behind him at any time, "Hurry and write down the time and place. I will have many good stories in my "Miscellaneous Notes of the Imperial Capital" tomorrow."
The tenth prince with a round face and big eyes poked his head in and said timidly, "Brother Qi, be sure to give me a copy of your miscellaneous notes when they come out this month."
The seventh prince gave him a slap in the face and said, "You little young man with half-haired hair, what are you looking at!"
A group of people expressed their feelings, but one person did not speak.
Taking the cup, he leaned against the door, smiling half-heartedly.
The clear liquid in the wine glass reflected his bright and vast eyes, which floated on the two people embracing each other, very lightly, but powerful when they fell, like a knife blade half hidden in its scabbard.
Then he smiled softly and said: "Everyone said it would be lively, and it was indeed lively. All the talented people from Qingming Academy gathered together today."
After saying this, everyone's attention immediately turned from the cut sleeves to the Qingming party itself. Several princes and officials turned their eyes around the faces of the students present, and their smiles seemed a little meaningful. .
"Sure enough, sure enough." The second prince held the cup, his smile was a bit cold no matter how you looked at it.
Most of the people who are going to participate in the Spring Festival this year are here.
"It's indeed Qi." Feng Zhiwei was finally soothed by Gu Nanyi that the wine pouring from her body was calmed down. She raised her head from under his shoulder, glanced out of the corner of her eyes, stood up with a smile, held the cup, "Xia Guan came from Northern Xinjiang I finally managed to save my life, but almost never see the prosperous imperial capital again in the peaceful world. After a year's separation from colleagues and friends, His Majesty said that he would give me a few days off to reminisce about the past. He was also planning to visit the residences of several of their highnesses. Fortunately, we all came together today."
The second prince froze, and then he remembered that Emperor Tiansheng had indeed said that Wei Zhi should take some time to relax. Besides, the Chunwei examination has not yet been decided. As the director of Qingming Academy, who can say anything to reunite with the students? However, these princes are very busy on weekdays, and today they all gathered here by such a coincidence, obviously showing their signs.
Looking to the side, Ning Yi, who started the topic first, actually stopped talking. He was slowly sniffing the wine. He was angry at this guy for being cunning, and also hated himself for being quick-tongued. He wanted to make some sarcastic remarks about Ning Yi, but he was not here today. Here, Lao Qi is compiling a book recently. Lao Ten will bring him any good books he collects. Today, Lao Qi is here to treat him to a drink. He mentioned that Ning Yi has a unique copy of Dacheng's "The Immortal Bag", so he invites three to four. Ning Yi was dragged here and told that he would lend the book to Lao Hu, so he invited Hu Shengshan over and they got together. What he wanted to say at this time was inappropriate.
"Master Wei, that was just an afterthought." The seventh prince, Prince Fengya, was the most elegant. Seeing the second brother standing there, he immediately laughed and tried to smooth things over, "We have been here for a long time, and we haven't seen you coming to toast. Why? Why do you have the nerve to say that you want us to come here on our own? We are fined for drinking! We are fined for drinking!"
After saying that, he grabbed Feng Zhiwei and ordered someone to get a big cup. He would punish her three cups first.
The cup was brought over. It was as big as a basin. Feng Zhiwei stared at it dumbfounded, holding her forehead and murmuring: "Come on, don't punish me. I'll jump in myself and drown."
The crowd laughed loudly. At this time, everyone had entered the hall and sat down again. The new distinguished guests naturally sat with Feng Zhiwei. Qian Yan, who was originally accompanied by the chief, knew that they were not qualified to sit with these princes and bachelors. They all consciously ducked down and exchanged glances with each other, all looking worried.
No one who is kind or good will come today. Mr. Wei is alone and has wine. How should he deal with it?
According to Tiansheng's rules, Hu Shengshan's veteran minister who has served as the prince's division is the most respected and should be ranked first, followed by Ning Yi, the king of Chu who currently has the most heaviest and highest title among the princes. However, the position must be ranked according to grade. , this room of noble nobles, even Feng Zhiwei didn’t know where they were going to be squeezed.
Feng Zhi smiled and pushed Lao Hu to the seat, then bowed to Ning Yi in a polite manner and said with a hand, "Your Highness, please take a seat, please, please."