The Rise of Phoenixes Chapter 75:

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Ning Yi didn't argue, and drank three glasses of wine happily. The bottom of the glass lit up and all the princes cheered. Feng Zhiwei was also smiling, but there was a trace of suspicion in his heart.

There is something wrong with him drinking so happily in his own house.

Drinking orders were handed out one after another, each with their own victory or defeat. Several princes were a bit drunk. They seemed to have a tacit understanding. They did not talk about government affairs at all, and seemed to come to Feng Zhiwei's house to drink and have fun.

Ning Yi didn’t drink too much, but he was a bit overwhelmed. His chin rested lazily on his folded hands, his jade-white cheeks were dyed red, and his black hair was flowing like water, setting off his blurry drunken eyes. Like a mandala filled with petals, it blooms in the misty night.

That lazy expression is different from the usual elegance and elegance. It makes people's hearts beat and they dare not face it.

It happened that the wine glass flowed in front of him, but he did not get up. He hooked his fingers, and the wine glass dripped with water and fell into his palm. However, he seemed to be unstable, and he saw it flying into the air, but in front of Feng Zhiwei. crooked.

Feng Zhiwei subconsciously reached out to help her, and the wine glass fell into her palm. Before she could hand it to Ning Yi, he suddenly leaned over, put his head in her palm, and finished the glass of wine.

The smooth black hair fell down, and together with his moist and soft lips, they gently brushed the palm of her hand, like a spring rain that instantly wetted the south bank of the river, making the sky and the earth one lush green.

Feng Zhiwei froze for an instant.

He bowed his head in her palm, and the gorgeous and cool breath steamed together with the mellow and sweet aroma of the wine, intertwining into an ambiguous and charming rhyme. He drank the glass of wine slowly and long, his breath spraying on the palm of his hand. Suddenly, I feel itchy and my palms are wet. I don’t know whether it’s the wine dripping from him or the sudden sweat from myself...

Feng Zhiwei suppressed herself, tried hard not to let her eyes waver, and said with a smile: "Your Majesty is too drunk..." She reached out to hold the cup and tried to push him away.

Ning Yi flicked his hand and the wine glass clattered to the ground. Amidst the crisp knocking sound of the gold cup, he whispered: "It's my turn...the dark room is cherry red with snow neck..."

With a bang, Feng Zhiwei was on fire.

"Oh, I'm so drunk..." After Ning Yi finished chanting, he leaned on her shoulders and said with a smile, "Is there a place in Wei Mansion for a drunk like us to sleep? Come on, come with me. ..."

He held her arm and leaned against her. By chance, his fingers landed on her neckline. Looking at his gestures, as long as his fingers touched and hooked, she would really be "white as day". Cherry red".

Feng Zhiwei was helpless and looked at the top of the pavilion. Young Master Gu, who loved drinking, was still drinking heavily. Even if he ran down at this time, it would be too late.

She gritted her teeth, supported Ning Yi's heavy body, apologized to everyone, and personally went to arrange for the drunken King Chu to rest.

The man fell in her arms and refused to exert any force. She supported him with her arms, half hugged and half dragged him to "go to bed together." After dragging him for a long distance, she could vaguely hear the second prince shouting from a distance: " The last sentence of Lao Liu is not right, how can there be hot or cold? Forfeit wine, penalty wine!"

After turning around the rockery, there was no one around. Feng Zhi smiled and said, "Your Highness, is the play over?"

Ning Yi raised his head, his eyes were misty, the faint smell of alcohol brushed the side of her neck, and he murmured: "Oh?"

Without waiting for Feng Zhiwei's reply, he put his arms around her and whispered in her ear: "You are allowed to act, but not me? Hey... Qiangu Chun is so strong, I feel so dizzy..."

Feng Zhiwei looked at him suspiciously. The man looked confused and dizzy. He really looked like he was drunk. Could it be that he was too worried?

As Ning Yi was helped into a guest room in the East Crossing Courtyard, Feng Zhiwei felt angry and threw him on the bed, then turned and left.

But before he could move forward, the man on the bed suddenly stretched out his legs. Feng Zhiwei involuntarily fell backwards and fell on top of him. The man underneath groaned, but with a smile.

Feng Zhiwei was about to jump up immediately. She was dizzy and turned around. She was turned over by Ning Yi, imprisoned in his chest, and faced him face to face.

The tips of the noses are touching, breathing and smelling each other, and each other's lips are close at hand, an extremely ambiguous and intimate gesture.

Feng Zhiwei tried to struggle, but Ning Yi's arms were as if they were made of iron. Feng Zhiwei pushed his elbows against Ning Yi's chest. Ning Yi hissed in pain and moaned. Low voice: "So cruel..."

Then he said: "You have always been so cruel..."

This sentence was low and soft. It was different from his usual three-part evil spirit and three-part condensed spirit. After all, he was a bit drunk. The hazy drunkenness diluted the hostility and knot between them. He held her arms slowly and slowly. There was a little more softness, and the strength of her horizontal elbows was also a little looser, but she tried hard to turn her face away to prevent herself from accidentally touching his lips.

"It's rare to get drunk once." His voice seemed to come from the chest, with a slight vibration and low tone, "I'm actually in your house... I just don't know how long I can get drunk..."

Feng Zhiwei's heart moved, and she felt that this sentence seemed to have a deeper meaning, but she didn't know where to start asking.

The man beneath her didn't seem to intend to talk to her, and said in a low voice: "I have to go to the Punishment Department later... The Prince of Huzhuo Department's subordinates beat someone to death..."

His voice gradually became lower. Feng Zhiwei lowered his head and saw that he was fast asleep.

Feng Zhiwei was overjoyed and quickly got up. When he was arranging his clothes, he lowered his head and saw Ning Yi lying on the couch, with his clothes half unbuttoned and his black hair scattered on his snow-colored skin. He was different from his usual elegance and more charming. The beautiful girl couldn't help but be stunned for a moment, and quickly turned her eyes away.

She stepped out, thought for a moment, and locked the door. The entourage brought by Ning Yi was still in the front yard. She summoned the guards from her mansion to guard outside the house.

The princes are all here at this time, and she can't let Ning Yi get into trouble in her house.

As she turned around the corridor, she suddenly stopped.

There seemed to be some subtle noises in the wind from all directions.

The sound of clothes carrying the wind, the sound of light footsteps passing over the roof tiles, the sound of speeding by.

Feng Zhi stood in the corridor with frowning eyebrows, wondering who was coming to the house? Listening to the voices, they are all experts, but I also wonder about the people around me, why are there no movements?

Ever since the prince's murder, she has discovered that there seems to be someone secretly protecting her, but they never show up. This is also the reason why Gu Nanyi no longer follows her all the time. But he didn't tell Feng Zhiwei. I didn’t even ask. There was obviously something abnormal in the mansion, but my invisible protectors didn’t respond. Could it be that... the movement was not aimed at her?