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The old imperial doctor hurriedly supported the princess, and said: "Your Majesty wants to talk to the prince, let's go."

Although Princess Mingyue was worried, she had no choice but to say after hearing what the old imperial doctor said: "Then Mingyue will resign first, and if you have something to say, please talk about it, but don't quarrel."

"No." Yan said, his voice lower than usual.

"En." Princess Mingyue nodded when she heard Yan's voice, and left.

Usman looked at Yan with a smile on his face and said, "Shouldn't she be lucky now that she can't see Mingyue?"

Yan frowned, and punched Usman in the stomach.

Usman hugged his stomach and knelt on the ground with "Oh!"

"You should be thankful that my hand is injured, otherwise it would be more than this." After Yan finished speaking, he supported the edge of the table and stood up, glanced at Usman who was still squatting on the ground, unable to speak in pain, and went straight out gone.

Usman fell to the ground, looked at the stool that Yan had kicked over, and thought sadly: "He's really hard-hitting, but... I asked for it."

I'm in a really bad mood today, whether it's the person who killed Denleman or... thinking of my mother.

No, the worst thing was watching Yan and Mingyue look at each other like a husband and wife when they stood together.

The jealousy and jealousy in his heart were stewed in a pot, and the nerves in his whole body were aching. Knowing that he would be beaten by Yan, he still forcibly kissed him.

The moment he kissed Yan, his sanity was wiped out, and he completely indulged himself to perform evil.

And what I want in my heart is not only a deep kiss, but also want to directly fuck Yan here.

It's only here that Mingyue applauds, let her hear clearly and figure it out—Who does Yan belong to?

But... In the end, Yan couldn't do anything to break down, the impulse of "wanting" in his heart was forcibly suppressed by reason, and all this stopped at the kiss.

But what about next time?

Will I be able to stop in time next time?

"...There won't be a next time," Usman thought bitterly, "Yanyan should ignore me this time."

pat, pat!

There was a rush of footsteps, and Usman raised his head with a surprised expression like seeing a ghost.

"Why are you staring at me?" Yan's expression was extremely cold and hard, he could no longer see the flushed face just now, if he really wanted to look for the trace, the corners of his eyes were still a little bright red.

"Yanyan, why are you back?"

"Who told you not to wear Shuangfang." Yan crossed his arms and looked at Usman condescendingly, "The assassin's matter has not been resolved, and it would be too cheap for you to die in the hands of the assassin."

"Mingyue is right, your heart is too kind, but Yanyan," Usman asked, "Are you really coming back because you don't want to take advantage of me?"

"Otherwise, you think I came back because I like you?" Yan complained.

"I think so." Usman nodded seriously, "Yanyan, do you like me a little?"

"What's the matter with you today?" Yan interrupted, "It's very annoying."

"Probably..." Usman hugged his knees, looking aggrieved, "The people I love don't love me, so I want to be petty."

A blue vein protruded from Yan's forehead: "Get up!"

"Ok?"

"I'm going to drink." Yan said, "You are here, I can't drink."

"Oh." Usman got up obediently, and patted the dust on the hem of his clothes, "Let's go."

Everyone was worried, and they couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief when they saw the emperor and the prince coming side by side.

"What are you doing in a daze?" Usman smiled, "Go on."

"Yes, Your Majesty." Yalta asked the animal trainer to enter the stage.

Usman sat in a silk bag that could be used for reclining and sitting, and patted the seat beside him for Yan Ye to sit.

Yan, however, sat beside Princess Mingyue and talked to her.

Usman just smiled and asked Yalta to pour the wine.

Yalta held up a green enamel wine glass with a pattern of a precious elephant holding a ruby ​​ball on its nose.

Usman pinched the wine glass with his elegant and white fingers, and half of his body reclined on the round pillow decorated with gorgeous tassels, looking at the center of the garden.

A strong animal trainer led a white tiger onto the stage.

There is a fire ring and a high platform at the scene, and the animal trainer waved a whip to let the white tiger pass through the fire circle and jump onto the high platform.

When everyone applauded and applauded loudly, Jinayali came.

"Your Majesty, after many times of questioning by my servants, those people are fine," Jinayali said with a bow, "It's just that the juggler missed it for a while."

Hearing this, Yan couldn't help but look at Usman.

Usman also looked towards him, his jade-like eyes shone with a charming light.

"Then let it go." Usman said, smiling slightly at Zhao Yan.

"Yes." Jinayali took the order and went down.

"If you let him go, let him go, and he still wants to ask me for credit." Yan felt his ears burning, and immediately turned his eyes away from Usman.

"Yan, what is that tiger still doing?" Princess Mingyue took Yan's arm and asked, "Does it look like Yan Yun?"

"It stands on its hind legs, walks, and turns in circles." Yan replied with a smile, "Kuyun is still bigger and more majestic."

In the past, when Yan was performing against fierce beasts, he would definitely see his eyes fixed on and applaud loudly, but first there was Shuangfang and then there was Yanyun. He watched the white tiger do somersaults just like watching a cat do somersaults, without any sense of tension.

Instead, he cared more about what Usman was doing.

What did he mean when he said "No one he loves loves him."

Especially the word "du" made Yan feel uncomfortable. Is it Usman's slip of the tongue or did he accidentally reveal his heart? Did he actually love someone else?It's not that I only love him from beginning to end.

"Hmph. Playboy." Yan drank half a glass of wine in one breath, and then sneaked a glance at Usman.

He was still reclining in the gorgeous soft bed, watching the tiger performance with a smile on his face, his posture was very leisurely, but... did he drink a little too much?

Yalta had just filled a glass of wine for him, but Usman drank it in a few sips and motioned to pour it again.

Is it drinking or drinking water? Yan really wanted to go over and complain, but he felt that it was up to him. Anyway, Usman was the one who got drunk and felt uncomfortable for a while.

But Yan lost even the interest in drinking, put down the glass and stared at the white tiger until it finished its performance and left with its tail curled up.

After that, a dozen brightly dressed dancers came up, Yan acted as the eyes of Princess Mingyue, and described to her that those dancers set up tall human towers and flew up and down like butterflies, which turned out to be juggling.

When it was late at night, Jinayali came and sent Princess Mingyue back to rest.

Yan originally hoped that some ministers would go to Usman to persuade him to drink less wine, but I don't know if it was because of the accident of tossing the torch that everyone felt that Usman was in a bad mood, so no one dared to come forward to join in the fun Son.

Yalta next to Usman had been pouring wine all night, and his face was a bit ugly. The look that he wanted to dissuade but failed to speak out was really pitiful.

"Your Highness." A minister came to drink with Yan, Yan glanced at him, picked up the glass and put it down again.

"Stop drinking." Yan said, "Next time."

"Yes, yes." The minister stepped back in fear.

Yan got up, he probably had a drink tonight, and he drank with Mingyue.

Yan bypassed the banquet table and walked towards the extremely lazy Usman.

"Huh?" Usman raised his stupefied reddish eyelids and looked at Yan.

"Let's go."

"Where is this going?" Usman was finally willing to put down the wine glass in his hand, and he sat up straight and asked.

"Of course I'm going back to rest." Yan frowned, "I'm tired."

"Yes, Your Majesty, Your Highness is tired, it's time to rest." Yalta interrupted.

"En." Usman nodded, and when he got up while supporting the banquet table, he even shook it.

Yalta was still holding the jug in his hand, before he could help it, Yan grabbed him by the arm.

"I'll take him back, you are busy with your work." Yan said to Yalta.

"Huh?" Yalta was stunned.

"Follow me." Yan tugged Usman's arm a little bit roughly, Usman seemed to be tripping over something, staggered and almost fell.

Yan had to stop, and said to Usman, "Stand up straight."

"I can't stand straight." Usman's face was flushed, "Yanyan, I'm dizzy."

When everyone saw Usman get up, they all saluted and sent him off.

Yan looked back at the ministers who were bending over and bowing their heads, and put his arms around Usman's waist.

"Yan...?" Usman was quite surprised, but before he had time to ask, his eyes were dazzled, "Hey?!"

Yan carried the drunk Usman like a sack, and walked away with steady steps.

"This..." Usman looked up and saw that Yalta was stunned, and the other ministers lowered their heads, so they didn't see it, even if they did.

See you, don't dare to take a second look.

Their lord was picked up by Prince Dayan and left... gone...

"Yanyan..." Usman looked at his silver hair hanging straight down, flicking along with Yan's footsteps.

"What?" Yan asked angrily.

"Slow down, I want to vomit." Usman said aggrievedly.

"If you dare to spit on me, I will let your face fall to the ground."

"... Huh." Usman covered his mouth with his hand, but still hummed in pain.

"Didn't you have a good drink just now? One cup after another, why is it so bad now?" Yan couldn't help but said, but his feet slowed down.

When they arrived at Usman's bedroom, the two maids standing in front of the door were stunned.

"Your Majesty?" The maid's eyes widened.

"He drank too much, go prepare some hot water and hangover soup." Yan is very experienced in drunkenness, because every time Jing Tingrui gets angry, he will hide in the palace and drink.

Alcohol can relieve a thousand worries, but it can also add to them. Yan once drank until he vomited, and the next day he woke up with a splitting headache, wishing he could hit the wall.Thanks to the careful care of Saha, the court was not delayed.

Right now, Yan is also imitating Saha's appearance, taking care of the drunk Usman.

It's just that his movements are not as gentle as Saha's, and he doesn't have the patience to coax Usman.

If Saha is here, he can take care of Usman.

Yan suddenly thought this way, but this thought just passed by, there is a maid here, and the maid must be more appropriate than Saha.

Yan carried Usman to the bed and let him lie down, but Usman held Yan's waist and refused to let go.

At this time, the maids filed in, and they brought a hot water basin, a kettle for rinsing their mouths, and a bowl of hangover soup.

"Where's the sweat towel?" Yan pushed Usman's head away politely, and asked straight up.

The maid realized something was missing.

"It seems that the maid is not reliable." Yan thought.

When the maid brought the towel, Yan Bin said: "I'll do it, you guys step back."

"This..." The maid looked at each other, then said, "Yes, Your Highness."

Usman closed his eyes at this moment, his face was flushed because he didn't know if it was because he was being carried upside down.

Yan took the sweat towel out of the hot water basin, wrung it dry, and went to the bedside to wipe the sweat on Usman's forehead.

The sweat was like being drenched in the rain. It can be seen that Usman just said that he wanted to vomit, and it was really uncomfortable.

Yan frowned, wiped off the sweat on Usman's face, rubbed a sweat towel, and wiped the sweat on his neck and even his body when he came back.

Compared with himself who would chatter or go crazy when he was drunk, Usman was extremely quiet when he was drunk, lying there as if in a doze, letting himself unbutton his collar and rub his neck.

The hickey, which is said to be her kiss, has faded a little, not as red as it looked in the morning.

Yan raised his head and glanced at Usman, who had his eyes closed and breathing slowly, and then looked at the red mark on the white collarbone, his lips moved slightly.

Just when Yan's head was slowly approaching, wanting to bite Usman's neck, Usman's brows were wrinkled, and he sat up straight in fright, and his face turned red.

"What am I doing?!" Yan thought angrily, wiped down the sweat towel, and stroked Usman's upper abdomen.

"Yanyan..." Usman whispered, "Yanyan..."

"Yan what Yan?" Yan said, "I'm here."

"Huh?" Usman slowly opened his eyes, and there was a galaxy-like glow in those eyes.

The breath of inflammation is suffocating.

"Could it be... I'm so masculine?" Yan murmured in his heart, Usman's handsome face and well-proportioned figure are indeed the best in the world...

"Yanyan." Usman suddenly raised his hand to catch the back of Yan's head, and took it down.

"Huh?" As soon as they were about to kiss, Yan covered Usman's pursed red lips with a sweat towel.

"Huh?" Usman frowned, displeased at the fact that he only kissed the sweat towel.

"You..." Yan was hugged on the shoulder before he finished speaking, Usman turned over and turned Yan into the bed.

"You are really not afraid of being beaten." Yan was pressed under Usman, staring at him and said, "Don't think that if you go crazy with alcohol, I will spare you."

Usman smiled: "Yanyan, you are such a nice person, that's why you don't want to be as knowledgeable as a drunk."

"Get out of the way!" Yan pushed Usman away.Usman was really uncomfortable, he was easily pushed away, and fell to the side humming: "Ah~, my head is so dizzy..."