Being favored by the paranoid master, the whole imperial capital kneels down

The Queen Mother’s birthday is a good day.

The bright sun fell on Qin Lang's head.

He stood at the corner, his hands hanging down, his fists clenched tightly in his sleeves.

The door of the side hall slowly closed in front of Qin Lang.

Nan Chuzheng hugged Nan Chenrao's neck, her eyes emerging from Nan Chenrao's shoulders and falling on Qin Lang.

There was a hint of coldness in her beautiful eyes.

But he said nothing until the door closed and Qin Lang's figure was blocked outside the door along with the closed door of the side hall.

Nan Chuzheng's mind is still on Qin Lang.

As a down-and-out prince, he has always been disliked.

Emperor Bai Jing hated his mother, so he ignored Qin Lang as well.

Qin Lang should be near the cold palace at this time.

He is a prince and must enter the palace to celebrate today, but he cannot appear at the banquet without being summoned.

During this period, Qin Lang should keep a low profile and stay at home.

She would never wander around the inner palace.

What is even more suspicious is that Qin Lang appears in Nan Chuzheng's sight again and again.

Nan Chuzheng didn't believe that he had no purpose at all.

What does he want to do?

"Who are you thinking of?"

The patriarch's voice fell into Nan Chuzheng's ears.

She was placed on the desk in the side hall.

Nan Chuzheng finally came to her senses and looked at the patriarch wearing a mask.

"I didn't think of anyone. The master of the family is here, who can I think of?"

Her mouth is still very sweet in this life.

Anyone who can appease Nanchen Rao will never confront him head-on.

After Nan Chuzheng finished perfunctorily answering the head of the family, she looked at this side hall again.

The palace is very large, and there are even many abandoned areas that are rarely visited by people.

These temples are rarely maintained, and only occasionally someone comes to clean them, just enough to keep them reasonably tidy.

As if he could see Nan Chuzheng's confusion, Nan Chenrao took two steps forward and said to Zheng'er,

"No one comes here. It was the residence of the late emperor's most favored concubine."

"After the concubine died, this place became empty, but because she was so favored, people were sent here to clean it regularly."

Nan Chuzheng and Nan Chenrao looked at each other straight in the eye. Just as they were about to say something, they smelled the mellow aroma of wine between their nostrils again.

She raised her fingers and gently lifted the heavy mask on the head of the family's face, and the smell of alcohol became more obvious.

"Master, how much did you drink?"

Nan Chenrao tilted his head slightly, his eyes shining black as he looked at Nan Chuzheng stubbornly.

"Some, not much."

"I'm drinking with His Majesty."

Everyone knows that the Yama Division is powerful. The Chief of the Yama Division holds all the power, acts ruthlessly, and advocates severe punishments and torture.

But few people know that Nanchen Rao is the nephew of Emperor Bai Jing.

And he is a very favored nephew.

I'm afraid that apart from the Queen Mother, many people don't know about this.

So Nanchen Rao went to find Bai Jingdi, and when Bai Jingdi was in a good mood, he pulled Nanchen Rao to drink a few pots of wine. This was a common occurrence.

But today, it seems I drank a little too much.

Nan Chuzheng raised her hand and touched Nan Chenrao's cheek. His cold white skin was a little hot, and there was a faint layer of red on his face.

"drunk?"

She asked with concern, kneeling on Nan Chenrao's waist.

"Zheng'er, can I help you go and rest?"

Nan Chenrao didn't say anything. His hands were resting on the table. He just looked at Nan Chuzheng, slowly closing his eyes and then quickly opening them.

It seems that he is really drunk.

"Does it hurt?"

Nan Chuzheng pushed Nan Chenrao, although he walked steadily and had clear thoughts.

Ordinary people can't tell his condition at all.

But Nan Chuzheng understood him, and some small details that needed no words and could not be expressed showed that Nan Chenrao was not only drunk.

And very drunk.

"Ah."

Nan Chenrao lowered his head and put his forehead against Nan Chuzheng's. He closed his eyes and placed his hands on Nan Chuzheng's waist.

He promised Nan Chuzheng to go and rest, but he didn't move.

At this time, Nan Chuzheng didn't dare to urge him, and could only let the drunkard hold her in his arms, motionless.

"Zheng'er."

A light breeze blew into the hall, fluttering the gauze curtains, and Nan Chenrao's voice was unusually cold.

There was a hint of pity in his voice.

Nan Chuzheng's face suddenly turned red. She raised her eyes and looked at Nan Chen's long, curly eyelashes.

In the bedroom of a palace concubine who had been dead for many years.

Even if a drunk person wants to act recklessly, there must be a limit.

Nan Chenrao tilted his head to the side, his nose rubbing against hers, their breath mingling...

Why didn’t Nan Chuzheng realize in her previous life that Nan Chenrao was such a person?

His image as a noble and elegant person who is indifferent to the world and unkind always collapses at these moments.

Nan Chuzheng wished she could take a needle and sew up the drunkard's mouth.

Nan Chenrao couldn't get what he wanted.

He began to feel dissatisfied.

This doesn't work, that doesn't work, we have to let him get what he wants, right?

If Zheng'er disagrees, he will take it himself.

She wouldn't be angry, she would always forgive him for going too far.

After returning from the Chu family, Zheng'er became much more docile.

Nan Chenrao's forehead was still against Zheng'er's forehead, and one of his big hands was pressing on the back of her head.

He was extremely crazy, with his eyes closed, speaking extremely obscene words in a hoarse voice.

It seems like coaxing, but also like coercion.

Nan Chuzheng's face was as red as the sunset in the sky.

It was obvious that her and Nan Chenrao's clothes were intact.

The two didn't even kiss.

Nan Chuzheng felt as if she had fallen into an endless abyss. She tried desperately to hide several times, but to no avail.

Her fingers pinched the clothes on Nanchen's shoulders, and her white fingertips clicked the embroidery on his shoulders.

Fall into the devil, there was nothing in her eyes except the handsome face of this man.

Nothing can be seen.

She could hear nothing except the sound of her heartbeat.