The imperial concubine is charming and charming, and only seeks power and wealth

Qi Junyi also had a headache, but he still patiently coaxed her, "You're drunk. If you drink any more, you'll feel uncomfortable."

As he spoke, he tried to pry her hand away from the corner of the table. "Yueyue, be good. That's all for today. If you want to drink, we can drink next time."

Hearing this, Jiang Lingyue relaxed a little and asked him again, "Will you let me drink so much next time?"

Qi Junyi: "..."

He hummed an indistinct "hmm" and finally pulled the man up. Then he picked him up neatly by the waist and said to the people below, "My dears, please do as you please," and left.

It sounds like a long story, but in fact it is just a few sentences of conversation, but it is enough to make people drop their jaws.

The ministers knelt on the ground again to see him off respectfully.

Even after the emperor and his concubine left, the emperor's gentle and soothing voice could still vaguely echo in his ears.

God.

This is how Your Majesty coaxes people.

Is this still a favorite concubine?

Whose favorite concubine could be spoiled like this?

The faces of the concubines present, such as Hui, Xian, and Shu, were even uglier.

Both are concubines and both are the emperor's women.

They didn't even have many opportunities to see the emperor's face, so how could they have seen the handsome and cold emperor coaxing people with a soft voice?

So this is how they get along in private?

…………

Halfway through the dinner, the rain outside the palace stopped at some point.

Various lanterns were hung above the long palace corridors. The beautifully decorated huge palace looked extremely beautiful under the bright candlelight.

The full moon hung high in the sky, and the cool autumn wind blew past, making Jiang Lingyue's brain, which was eroded by alcohol, a little clearer.

She was now being held horizontally, with her head resting on the Emperor's shoulder, and her eyes just happened to see his smooth profile.

Noticing her gaze, Qi Junyi glanced at her and said, "Are you sober?"

The osmanthus wine was so strong that Jiang Lingyue was actually still a little dazed, but the cold wind helped her brain regain some clarity.

She blinked and said, "Put me down and walk by yourself."

"Save your energy."

The imperial carriage was right in front of him. Qi Junyi shook the girl in his arms, then picked her up and locked her in his arms.

"Cold?"

He took the cloak handed to him by Liu Rong and wrapped the person in his arms, leaving only a small head exposed.

But the little girl didn't blink, she tilted her head back in his arms and looked at him intently.

Like,...asking for a kiss.

Qi Junyi's Adam's apple slid slightly, and he asked her in a hoarse voice, "Are you still drunk?"

Drunk.

Jiang Lingyue nodded obediently.

Then, the chin was gently pinched, and a cool touch fell on the lips.

The pleasant scent of agarwood mixed with the smell of alcohol on his body made people's cheeks warm.

The moment her teeth were pried open, Jiang Lingyue suddenly turned her face away.

"Don't like it?" Qi Junyi licked his lips, his eyes dimming slightly.

He won’t kiss me even when I’m drunk.

Jiang Lingyue said: "I don't like it."

At today's palace banquet, the women drank osmanthus wine and various fruit wines, while the men drank strong liquor.

Jiang Lingyue just doesn't like strong liquor, that's all.

But the three words "I don't like" sounded like the truth spoken after drinking to Qi Junyi.

He slowly stroked the delicate jaw of the girl in his arms and smiled self-deprecatingly.

That laughter made Liu Rong, who was riding in the imperial chariot, feel very uncomfortable.

Only then did he finally see clearly that the Imperial Concubine really did not like His Majesty.

Therefore, I always have conflicts with Your Majesty.

Therefore, Your Majesty is never allowed to get close to us.

Taiji Hall is very close to Ning'an Palace. After a short silence, the imperial carriage came to a steady stop.

Jiang Lingyue wanted to walk by herself, but the hand around her waist showed no sign of letting go.

She was carried all the way into the bedroom.

The autumn air is cold, and the floor heating in the bedroom was put into use a few days ago.

Qi Junyi put the girl in his arms down, took off her cloak, took the sobering tea brought by the palace maid, and waved the person away.

The palace door slowly closed, leaving only the two of them.

Jiang Lingyue turned her head away from his feeding and stretched out her hand, saying, "I can do it myself."

Qi Junyi didn't force it and reminded him, "Perm it carefully."

Then he put the teacup in her hand.

Jiang Lingyue nodded slowly, picked up the teacup and took a sip.

Looking at his appearance, he doesn't look like a drunkard, but rather is unusually well-behaved.

But it's abnormal just because she's well-behaved.

After all, this girl has been very cold to him these days.

Qi Junyi twitched his lips and said, "Yueyue, are you deliberately trying to deceive me?"

Jiang Lingyue was stunned. "...What?"

"Do you remember who the dancer was today?"

Dancer?

Jiang Lingyue's alcohol-infused brain thought for a moment, "Remember, it's your Lu Huiyi."

Really frank.

I really remember it.

I remember, but I don't take it to heart at all, and even remind him to go and see.

A familiar dull pain came over him, and Qi Junyi's face turned pale.

"Didn't you say you were going to try to love me?" He gritted his teeth and said, "Is this how you try?"

Jiang Lingyue was puzzled: "Then what should I do?"

What to do?

Qi Junyi gritted his teeth and smiled, not believing that this girl really didn't understand how to write the word jealousy.

He stretched out his arm to grab her waist, pressed her to sit on his lap, lifted her chin and kissed her.

The action was done in one go, and the drunkard, who was a beat slower, had no time to react before his lips were completely blocked.

The teeth were pried open.

The strong alcohol exploded in Jiang Lingyue's mouth, making her already confused brain even more chaotic.

The sweet osmanthus fragrance between lips and teeth, along with the breath, was plundered by him bit by bit.

The irresistible entanglement of lips and teeth is so intimate that it can make people tremble.

His giving was unavoidable, and Jiang Lingyue could only passively accept it.

He waited until she was almost out of breath before releasing her red lips.

"You know, when I learned about your past relationship with Chen Ziwei, I suspected that you..."

He paused, as if he found it difficult to speak.

Jiang Lingyue, who was lying in his arms, was only concerned with calming her breathing.

In silence, Qi Junyi sighed softly, bent down and buried his face in her shoulder, sniffing her scent before speaking again: "I've wondered if you two could ever be...as intimate as we were just now."