Shangguan Wei drank another glass of wine depressedly.
An Xiyue was suddenly as excited as if he had been given a shot of chicken blood: "Handle the case normally, so why be afraid? Otherwise, where would the laws of the Northern Dynasty be and how would the national prestige exist?"
An Xiyue's words simply refreshed everyone's perspective.
She felt as if there was a burning fire in her chest, and the alcohol seemed to be on her head. The hair around her ears was blown by the wind, and no one dared to express their anger for fear of shocking the heavenly beings.
Shangguan Wei also became very motivated when he heard this. He didn't know whether it was because of drinking or the anger that had always been hidden in his chest. He finally broke out, "As the young Yin of Jingzhao Mansion, I can't even deal with such a scumbag. The salary from the court is in vain. No matter how powerful Lin Hu is, no matter how powerful he is, am I still afraid of him? The emperor is as guilty as the common people when he breaks the law, not to mention Lin Bao, a bastard with no identity. I will go back to the Yamen tomorrow. When writing a wanted order, the person’s portrait will be drawn according to Lin Hu’s portrait, and I will hire the best painter..."
"Okay, I, the County Lord, will buy you a drink." An Xiyue suddenly smiled and clapped her hands, took the wine from Fan Yi's hand and drank it.
Fan Yi looked at her husband and blushed even more. She just felt that her husband was so dazzling tonight, which made her like him even more. She knew that she had not married the wrong person.
The prince and the king of Chu were amused by An Xiyue's heroic words and feats.
King Chu said: "The county master has a good capacity for drinking. Come, I will toast you a drink and wish us success."
King Chu also took the initiative to pour a glass for An Xiyue, and An Xiyue said happily: "Fuck it."
Nangong Yuanyi snatched the wine glass and said with a cold face: "Drink whatever you want, you are still injured, you are dying."
"It's up to you to take care of it." An Xiyue smiled brightly at Nangong Yuanyi, grabbed the wine glass and said, "I haven't married you yet, so why are you so mean?"
After finishing speaking, An Xiyue drank the wine in one gulp.
"I'm telling you, Nangong Yuanyi, you... don't try to bully me, I'm protected." An Xiyue had no idea what she was talking about.
"Who else is protecting you?" Nangong Yuanyi was so angry that his nose was not a nose, and his eyes were not eyes.
"Haha... I won't tell you." An Xiyue almost put her hand on his nose: "You are just afraid, too afraid, so you let the bad guys get closer and give them an opportunity."
The prince suddenly became interested and asked: "According to the words of the county lord, how should we handle this matter most appropriately."
"Appropriate? What is appropriate? There is nothing in the world that is most appropriate." An Xiyue sneered.
"People have joys and sorrows, and the moon waxes and wanes. No one in life can be perfect. Therefore, His Highness, it is too rigid to consider the ending appropriately."
The prince suddenly couldn't say a word. She said he was rigid. She seemed to have heard this sentence somewhere. Her grandfather also said the same to him. He should know how to be flexible in doing things, because flexibility will lead to success.
"What's the explanation for what the county master said?" The prince kept chasing after him, but An Xiyue was not angry at all when he criticized him like this.
"First of all, let me ask you a question." An Xiyue pretended to be mysterious, obviously drunk and unconscious.
Nangong Yuanyi wanted to fight her away directly to save her from talking nonsense. Nangong Rui must be the prince now, and the prince will be the emperor in the future. The king's heart is unpredictable.
But he has never seen An Xiyue at this moment, bold, direct, confident, and beautiful. There is no doubt that she is the one who tells the truth among them.
That's all, let her be willful for once, and let him take care of any sins!
