"I'm here, I'm here, Feng Ci, I'm willing to dance a sword for Miss Qin."

Qin Feng: "!!!"

Qin's father: "???"

Qin's mother: "..." Her Xiang'er finally kept the clouds clear and the moon bright.

Feng Ci stared at Qin Xiang with a sharp look, shaking the sword in his hand, an extremely obvious drunken posture...

Seeing Feng Ci's embarrassing appearance, the emperor couldn't help but twitch the corners of his mouth, but Concubine Rong looked at the scene with a smile on her face.

Fortunately, she had the foresight and asked someone to secretly change Ci'er to the strongest wine in the palace to ensure that he was drunk tonight.

If you don't get him drunk, this child will be afraid that he will not be able to get enlightened for a while.

If you don't get him drunk, this child will probably fall to the point of robbing him.

"Clang."

Dance sword dances, Feng Ci dances sword dances, but the sword in his hand is not firmly grasped and falls to the ground.

He blushed, his earlobes, his neck red, and looked at his empty palm with a blank look on his face.

Where is the sword?

Where is his sword?

Where did his sword go?

Seeing Feng Ci's drunkenness, the emperor wiped his face and did not want to admit that this Han Ci was his son at all.

Concubine Rong was quite interested in watching it, thinking that her son's drunkenness was very cute. Qin Xiang would definitely be more moved and soft-hearted when she saw it.

"Where is my sword?" Feng Ci looked straight at Qin Xiang and asked blankly.

Qin Xiang stared at him for a long time...

Finally, she sighed, got up, stepped forward, came to Feng Ci, bent down to help him pick up the sword, and put it in his hand again.

After helping Feng Ci pick up the sword, Qin Xiang turned around and was about to leave.

unexpectedly……

With another "clang", Feng Ci threw away the sword in his hand without hesitation.

Qin Xiang: “…”

Qin Feng: "???"

Qin's father: "???"

emperor:"???"

"Where is my sword?" Feng Ci looked at Qin Xiang with a gaze and asked again.

Qin Xiang looked at him and stared at Feng Ci for a long time before he helped him pick up the sword again.

"Clang."

"Where is my sword?"

"Clang."

"Where is my sword?"

...

After repeating this three times, Qin Xiang pursed her red lips slightly and looked at Feng Ci with an unhappy look.

"You're drunk."

"Where is my sword?" Apart from these words, Feng Ci seems to not say anything else.

"I'll send you back to your house to rest." Qin Xiang sighed.

"Where is my Qin Xiang?"

Just as Qin Xiang turned around and was about to leave, Feng Ci finally changed his lines.

In addition to throwing the sword, he finally learned other moves, such as... pulling Qin Xiang's hand.

"Feng Ci, you're drunk." Qin Xiang let Feng Ci hold hands, looking at him helplessly.

"Where is my Qin Xiang?" Feng Ci looked at Qin Xiang with a eager look and asked again.

"Feng Ci..."

Before Qin Xiang could finish her words, Feng Ci interrupted her again.

"I like you."

"Qin Xiang, I love you."

"Qin Xiang, don't you choose a husband, okay?"

"Qin Xiang, would you marry me?"

"I asked my father to give us a marriage. Can you marry me? Don't marry others, don't like others, okay?"

Upon hearing this, Qin Xiang's expression finally loosened and his expression softened.

She looked straight into Feng Ci's eyes and asked, "Do you really like me?"

"Yeah, I like it." Feng Ci nodded repeatedly, so well-behaved.

Upon hearing this, Qin Xiang smiled.

"good."

"I won't marry anyone else."

"I'll marry you."

Upon hearing this, Feng Ci blushed, his earlobes red, his neck red, and his teeth grinned...
Chapter completed!