Dragon Ancestor, We Must Save

Fusu straightened his chest, looked down at the nobles below, raised his bottle, and said loudly: "Fusu is determined not to retreat, if anyone disagrees, please speak up."

A bottle of wine was poured into the belly.

Bearing the burning pain in the throat, but showing a stubborn appearance to the end, it is distressing and has to be admired at the same time.

However, one size is one size, and they don't want to return it.

Therefore, it is necessary to teach the prince a profound lesson, and let her understand that a son-in-law policy is not enough, and it is impossible for a small boat to sail far on the sea.

A few glasses of wine may make His Royal Highness Fusu toss and turn uncomfortable for a whole day, and the occasional pain can wake up a child who is overheated.

The dark thoughts of the nobles cannot be blamed, after all, who made Young Master Ce and His Royal Highness Fusu insist on touching the meat on their table.

For the first bottle of wine, everyone in the room raised their glasses and drank it politely. Fusu continued to fill it up silently, and the eyes of the crown prince who exaggerated the majesty swept across the crowd.

"I respectfully help Highness Su take a bottle, and wish His Highness all wishes come true."

Feng Chang, who was in charge of the ancestral temple in Jiuqing, stood up for the prime minister with a blank face, bowed and saluted, holding bottles with both hands.

Fusu wrote down the name and face, smiled faintly, raised the bottle and drank it, his face began to flush slightly, and the hands hidden under the desk also trembled slightly.

She doesn't back down, that's her attitude.

If you can't drink it, you have to drink it, and if you can't bear it, you have to carry it.

The frail girl, who barely drank alcohol, began to feel unwell after two bottles.

The servants, Zongzheng, Shaofu... stood up one after another to respect His Royal Highness Fusu, and stood up to toast.

A young girl's figure is reflected in a pair of pupils, offering wine to the overbearing prince, a symbol of attitude, how much can this young girl drink, one bottle, or two bottles?

Every senior official stood up to express their position. When half of the senior officials of Qin State stood on the opposite side of the prince, the noble young girls behind the banquet hall stopped their footsteps. Everyone could see that this was to give His Royal Highness Fusu A profound lesson.

... cannot break its soul, nor can it break its body.

The prince's attitude is so tough, and the conservative party headed by the prime minister has no possibility of retreating.

The Crown Prince Fusu is too strong, and the Qin State is bound to usher in a restructuring. Does it need to be reformed?Will the reform make the country better?The current system is quite good. They are afraid of the unknown and afraid of losing.

"For you..."

"It's okay."

The girl gritted her teeth and refused the boy to replace the wine, and gently pushed away to block Yan Ce, standing side by side with the boy.

The third bottle of wine entered the throat, and even the nostrils began to produce burning pain. The plain pot, the wine drew a beautiful curve in the air.

Yan Ce attempted to snatch the wine bottle, "Give it to me..."

"..."

Fu Su seemed to know what Yan Ce was going to do, so he dodged slightly, poured his wine, and raised his neck.

After drinking the fourth bottle of wine, you can feel the liquid flowing through the body, and every pore begins to shrink.

Drinking is a painful thing, something Fusu would never try in the past.

Fusu's pupils contracted in pain, and he leaned closer to the young man, panting heavily, the sweat from the corner of his forehead dripped down a trail, and the corners of his mouth were raised, maintaining the most perfect smile.

Bottles of wine were returned to the nobles who toasted, and also to the soul imprisoned in the weak body.

Anyone can see that this frail young girl's body is crumbling, there is no way to congenital weakness, even through acquired conditioning, the degree to which the physique can be improved is limited. To Fusu, the liquid in the bottle is wine and poison. Biting poison.

The fifth bottle of wine...

To the last Jiuqing in the banquet hall.

Under the sun, the soul is also dyed golden, which is so beautiful.

The gentle yet stubborn smile surprised the prime minister who raised his eyes.

My stomach hurts so bad I can't stand up.

The wine in his mouth was like the last straw that broke the camel's back, and his whole body seemed to be in flames.

Temporarily unable to swallow, slowly wriggling throat, trying to send drop by drop into the terrible body.

This is the prince's war.

The dignity he kept for her, this time, she must never let go.

……

She is not a very gentle girl, why is she so stubborn.

Yan Ce let out a deep breath, and then took another deep breath. He had just dissuaded Fu Su and asked him to serve as a bartender, but he chose the most painful solution in order to declare the crown prince's sovereignty.

You can no longer accommodate the emotions of teenagers, at least it's your fiancé's.

At this moment, Yan Ce stared at the girl's smile, his fingers caressed her side face under the eyes of the nobleman's collapsed eyes, Fusu seemed a little swollen with the wine in his mouth.

No matter what, she won't spit it out, but after drinking this wine, she will probably perforate her stomach.

Ok.

no way.

Yan Ce firmly held her face, and gently lowered his head to meet Fusu's eyes.