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Chapter 1991 Since I have spoken, am I still afraid of losing to you?

Chapter 1991: Now that I have spoken, are I still afraid of losing to you?

After the family dinner begins.

After all, Gu Yihan is the emperor and sits on the throne.

On his left is Mr. Qiao, and on his right is his precious daughter.

Ye Siming sat next to Mr. Qiao.

At this time, Eunuch Chunshou commanded the imperial guards and filed in holding wine jars.

The Qiao family couldn't help but feel stunned as they looked at the wine jars that gradually grew into a hill.

Gu Nuoer blinked his dark eyes: "Dad?

Do you want to drink all of this?"

Gu Yihan smiled and nodded.

He looked at Ye Siming: "Yong Yehou, it seems that I haven't had a good drink with you yet."

"Since you are visiting Qiao Mansion today, it can be regarded as our own family's family dinner, so I will put aside my identity and have a nice drink with you!"

Ye Siming's cold eyes were dark and filled with calmness and indifference.

"Drink with me?

If the emperor is drunk, will he be angry?"

Gu Yihan sneered: "What are you talking about?

Now that I have opened my mouth, am I still afraid of losing to you?

Besides, at your young age, your tone is quite serious."

Gu Nuoer and Ye Siming looked at each other.

Helplessness flashed in the girl's beautiful eyes.

It seems that dad has forgotten that he was drunk once by brother Siming many years ago.

Concubine Qiao looked hesitantly in her eyes: "Your Majesty, since today is a family banquet, let's have a drink and enjoy ourselves. This kid Siming hasn't eaten yet, so is it bad to let him drink so much wine?"

Gu Yihan waved his hand: "While eating and drinking, please don't interfere in our affairs."

Concubine Qiao wanted to say something else, but the sister-in-law beside her held her palm and shook her head gently.

The emperor has such a precious daughter, but he is reluctant to do anything to Ye Siming for fear that Gu Nuoer will be sad.

Therefore, drinking and discussing is an unavoidable way for this father to vent his anger.

Sister-in-law Qiao Guifei lowered her voice and said, "Let them go. We are at home anyway, nothing will happen. We are all watching."

Qiao Zijin stood up and smoothed things over with a smile: "Since the emperor is in a high mood, I will definitely have a drink with him."

Gu Yihan raised his hand and motioned for him to sit down.

"From now on, Marquis Yong Ye will be my uncle. Drinking with him will not allow others to participate."

Qiao Zijin paused and looked at Mr. Qiao. He saw that the old man was sitting like a pine tree, very steady and calm.

It seems that he can understand the thoughts of a father who is reluctant to let go of his daughter.

So I didn't say anything to stop it.

Mrs. Qiao, on the other hand, smiled kindly and said: "Drinking is like martial arts, just order as much as you can."

Gu Yihan raised his head: "Don't worry, mother, I won't embarrass the child."

When Gu Nuoer saw that her father insisted on doing this, she had no choice but to turn her attention to Ye Siming.

"Brother Siming..." The girl pointed out: "Take it easy, don't drink too much!"

The cold eyes under Ye Siming's long eyebrows were slightly aroused, and a hint of amusement flashed past.

"good."

He agreed promptly.

His little thing hinted to him that he could not let the emperor drink too much.

However, as soon as Gu Yihan picked up the wine bowl, he saw Ye Siming standing up.

The young man's eyebrows are deep and handsome. When he lowers his head, his eyebrows are as sharp as a knife.

I saw Ye Siming taking off the red seal on the wine jar decisively and neatly.

Then he took it with his hand, and while everyone watched in silence, he gradually drank up the jar.

With a muffled "dong" sound, Ye Siming placed the empty wine jar on the table.

The young man's face didn't change color, and he used his thumb to wipe away the water stains from the corners of his lips.

"Your Majesty, it's your turn."

He raised his eyebrows slightly.

Gu Yihan whispered: "Good boy!"

He stood up, rolled up his sleeves, and picked up a jar to drink.

Concubine Qiao couldn't help but said: "Hey! Your Majesty..."
Chapter completed!
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