Chu Qingge really didn't expect that Feng Chenmo looked like a young man who was not touching the spring water.

He looks so delicate and beautiful.

But the cooking skills are so superb!

After Qingge explained the affairs of Bei Qin that day, he started drinking with Feng Yuhua in the backyard.

Although she hated everything about the Feng family, Feng Yuhua's jar of wine is really a good wine.

The taste is mellow and full of wine!

Coupled with the few side dishes that Feng Chenmo personally made, these two people had already drunk a lot when the moonlight was hazy.

"You are still different from your mother."

Feng Yuhua poured himself another cup.

My hands were shaking a little, and by accident, the wine overflowed, making her feel distressed so much that she almost cried and called her parents!

"Mo'er! Mo'er comes and pours wine for my aunt. My aunt's wine will be wasted! Hurry!"

Feng Chenmo, who was beside him, had no choice but to pick up the jar of wine for her and pour her a glass carefully.

Half of the drops did not spill out.

Feng Yuhua was satisfied and started to taste it in small mouthfuls.

Feng Chenmo also poured Chu Qingge a cup.

Qingge's alcohol tolerance is obviously not as good as the drunkard Feng Yuhua.

After drinking less than half of Feng Yuhua, he was already drunk and his consciousness began to become less clear.

"Little thing." Feng Yuhua suddenly grabbed her sleeve and was a little anxious: "I heard that you married Qin Mubai..."

Alas, so sad!

"Really?"

Feng Chenmo also stared at Chu Qingge, and there was some hope that this was not true.

Perhaps, it's just a temporary solution?

Otherwise, his elder brother...

He was also a little disappointed.

The elder brother must be very sad, right? Although, he seems to have no performance.

But he knew how much my elder brother liked this witch before.

When a witch married other men, the one who hurts the most was the eldest brother.

Qingge looked at Feng Yuhua, but after a moment of quietness, he suddenly burst into laughter.

"Really, we've all been worshipped."

Feng Chenmo's eyes were hanging down, so disappointed.

Feng Yuhua breathed a sigh of relief, and was also a little helpless.

Not enough, she quickly cheered up again.

"In the future, you will be Her Majesty the Queen of Southern Jin. Are there many handsome men in the harem of the Queen of Southern Jin?"

"That's it!" When she was curious, she glanced at the emperor's grandmother's harem.

It's really that way.

It's far from the ones around her!

Feng Chenmo in front of him was the extremely handsome man. The man in Nanqing's harem was not even one ten thousand of his.

Feng Yuhua was very curious, and he was so fascinated!

"The Southern Jin is the only country in the Five Continents where women are kings. You don't know how long the women in our world yearn for!"

Women are respected, which woman doesn’t want to turn over and make decisions?

"The Queen of Southern Jin is eager to ask for talent. If you want to join her, she will definitely welcome you infinitely."

When Feng Chenmo heard this, he was immediately anxious!

"Aunt, you are from Chu State, you cannot betray Chu State!"

"Who said your aunt, I am from Chu? Not only me, but you..."

"Yuhua, have you drunk too much again?" Qin Bufan, who had just walked outside the door, suddenly pushed the door open and entered.

When she glanced at Feng Yuhua, her cheeks turned red, and she was indeed drunk too much.

However, it seems that there is still some awareness.

As for the Ninth Princess next to her... No, she is no longer the Ninth Princess of Chu, she is the little prince of Southern Jin.

However, the title of Ninth Princess is deeply rooted in people's hearts and is difficult to change.

Chu Qingge is now drunk and has a dim eye, and he is half lying on the table.

Qin Bufan breathed a sigh of relief when he saw it.
Chapter completed!