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Chapter 289: Drunken Talk or Drunken Truth

Wu'an Hou Jiang Rui, with the help of his son, stood up with difficulty. He seemed to be drunk, but his mind was still clear.

Looking at Prince Yi and then at Prince Duan, they were already in a difficult situation and it was difficult for them to express their stance.

"Forget it. I won't embarrass you." Perhaps because of the royal marriage, the emperor's mood improved greatly. He said to Prince Yi Fengming, "It seems that you still need my approval before we can talk. Ming'er, please say something. Your father will make the decision for you."

"The old princess has such a high status, how can ordinary people marry her? Isn't this too much of a compliment to her?" Prince Duan was obviously contemptuous, but seeing that his mother and uncle seemed to support him, he could only mutter in a low voice.

"Why is it inappropriate?" Prince Rong also objected, "What Concubine Yi said makes sense. The old princess is of noble status. If she can adopt Miss Yuan as her adopted daughter, this would be a real elevation of status."

"No, no..." Zhou Chang shouted, anxious but to no avail.

But the voice of "Yuan Qi" appeared in front of Feng Ming again.

"Yuan Qi" has a pair of bright and clear eyes, anyone who looks at them for a long time will be intoxicated by them.

Feng Ming was still smiling, his phoenix eyes curved into a bright moon, and he said without making any mistakes: "Don't worry, you and Wen Qingyan are a couple, I know."

"Ninth brother, it has come to this, why are you still shy?" Prince Rong patted Prince Yi on the shoulder and encouraged him.

Feng Ming finally reacted, staggered to his feet, and denied: "I said, no, no..."

"A forced melon is not sweet. I think it's a waste of Brother Rong's kindness." Prince Xian has a good alcohol tolerance. He obviously drinks much more than Zhou Chang, but he can always stay sober.

"I won't marry you, don't worry, don't worry..." Feng Ming unconsciously began to talk to "Yuan Qi" and waved his hands in the air.

Prince Rong saw Prince Yi mumbling to the air and stepped forward to help him: "Come here, His Highness Prince Yi is drunk, why don't you help him down to rest."

The two eunuchs standing below bowed and ran in.

The skinny monkey had been standing outside, and was extremely anxious. When he saw the two young eunuchs coming in, he took the opportunity to rush over and support Prince Yi: "Prince, why did you drink so much?"

Two young eunuchs also supported him from behind.

"Monkey, you're here, hehe..., just in time..." Feng Ming saw that the skinny monkey remembered the "business" again, and swiped his hands on the table, "Take them all away, take them all away..."

"Crackling..."

With a swipe, this time the desk of the twelfth prince Feng Suo was also "cleared".

Originally, Zhou Chang could be considered both confused and clear-headed. Feng Ming was the confused one, and she was the clear-headed one.

Now, Zhou Chang could only say that he was confused and dizzy. It was Feng Ming who was confused, while she was experiencing waves of dizziness.

Prince Rong was still patient and never gave up. He supported Prince Yi and helped him out: "Hurry up and send Prince Yi away."

Feng Ming was so aggressive that no one could subdue him. He could still shout to himself, "I won't, I won't... Please don't make a mistake. I can't marry her, I can't..."

"Okay, okay, I got it. Don't worry, I'm here..." Prince Rong tried to comfort him and dragged him away from the table.

"Plate, bowl, plate, bowl..." Feng Ming was more and more unwilling to leave, "Thirst, thirsty, I want water..."

It's a pity that no one listened to him.

The voice of the skinny monkey urged: "My Lord, if you are drunk, just go to sleep and don't talk. I will carry you on my back..."

Prince Rong snatched Prince Yi's wine jug.

Zhou Chang was "electrocuted" again, and his whole body seemed to leave his body and float into the air.

The white light in front of my eyes became brighter and brighter, and everything around me was faded by the white light.

The last thing she saw was "Yuan Qi" still standing there with a beautiful smile on her face.

Feng Ming's voice rang in my ears: "I have already told them that I don't like you and I will not marry you, marry you, marry you..."

Then the skinny monkey said: "My Lord, my Lord, are you okay?"

Finally, Prince Rong's voice gradually faded away: "Father, you see, the truth comes out after drinking. Ninth brother's heart belongs to Miss Yuan..."

Zhou Chang wondered if he had heard it wrong, but originally only his body could not move, and now his consciousness was also beginning to blur.

Feng Ming seemed to be vomiting violently.

The skinny monkey carried him on his back.

Feng Ming's voice flew in the air: "I want, I want..."

Prince Rong's voice seemed to come from far away, and it was even more vague: "I know, my ninth brother has made it very clear, don't worry, don't worry..."

Zhou Chang's world is filled with only light, shadow and sound.

The skinny monkey said anxiously: "Your Majesty, you are talking nonsense..."

There was a loud bang.

Feng Ming's head seemed to hit the pillar.

Zhou Chang was pulled back into Prince Yi's body, but he felt no pain.

"Your Highness..." the skinny monkey exclaimed.

Zhou Chang could feel someone holding Prince Yi's head.

Is this returning to Feng Ming's body?

Faintly, as if it was present but not there, it seemed that Prince Rong was saying something again.

Zhou Chang seemed to be a very sleepy person, his eyelids were filled with lead and he couldn't open them no matter what. After he finally opened them a crack, he saw "Yuan Qi" again.

"Yuan Qi's" eyes were so brilliant, like colorful gems, shining brightly, making her intoxicated.

"Do you know how much I envy you and how much I want to be you?" Zhou Chang knew in his heart that it was an illusion, and it was precisely because it was an illusion that he could speak.

"Yuan Qi" smiled and said nothing.

Once Zhou Chang really said it, he felt relieved. Once he felt relieved, the whole world seemed to expand.

"You are so perfect and so good. If I could become you, what else could I ask for?"

"If I were you, we could accomplish many things together..."

"If I were you, and you were me, you and Wen Qingyan..."

"No, you never had me in your heart, only your childhood sweetheart..."

"No, only you and Wen Qingyan can be happy. I can't give you anything..."

"No, you're so good, everyone wants to be with you. If it were me, me, me..."

"There is no if, I will become you, you will be me, your happiness is my happiness..."

Zhou Chang couldn't tell who was talking anymore. It wasn't her, nor was it Feng Ming. He couldn't tell...

What does it matter whether you can tell the difference or not?

The voice of the skinny monkey came from above his head: "Your Highness Prince Rong, our prince is drunk. How can we make decisions based on his drunken words?"

"Shut up, what do you know as a servant? Why don't you take care of your master? Send him down to sober him up." Prince Rong's tone was rarely so harsh.

The Emperor's voice seemed to come from heaven: "Since all the ministers think this is a good thing, it is settled."

"Your Majesty, from the first to the seventh day of the first lunar month, they are all auspicious days. If the wedding can be finalized in the first month of the lunar year, it will be extremely auspicious." The voice sounded like that of Liu Mu, whose nose was almost broken.

"Isn't that too hasty?" A woman's voice came from somewhere, and it was unclear whether it was Concubine Yi, Gu, or Concubine Shun, Tian.

The Emperor's voice drifted further and further away: "Let the Ministry of Rites discuss these matters."

"Your son thanks the Emperor on behalf of your ninth brother." Prince Rong's voice was no longer clear.

"Oh, congratulations to King Yi."

"It's a pity that Prince Yi is so drunk that he can't thank you in person."

"Well, Prince Rong still has the demeanor of an elder brother."

"This is a New Year's Eve banquet after all. Where are the singing? Where are the dancing? It's been a while since they stopped. Bring us more wine..." King Xian's impatient voice was like thunder in the sky, but it was too far away to have any effect.

Zhou Chang's eyes were completely dark, and he could no longer open his eyes. His body seemed to have been moved out of the Mingde Hall.

“Ninth brother, ninth brother, ninth brother…” The twelfth prince’s voice became smaller and smaller, and finally nothing could be heard.

"No, no..." Zhou Chang wanted to deny it, but eventually he fell into darkness and lost consciousness.