The Heroine is a Real Boss

"Here, I'm saying goodbye to the phoenix. I wish, I wish to dance the sword for Miss Qin."

Qin Feng: "!!!"

Father Qin: "???"

Qin's mother: "..." Her family's Xiang'er finally managed to watch the moonlight when the clouds opened.

Feng Ci stared at Qin Xiang with burning eyes, the sword in his hand wavered swayingly, with an extremely obvious drunk posture...

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

Fortunately, she had the foresight to have someone secretly replace Ci'er with the strongest wine in the palace to ensure that he was fully drunk tonight.

If you don't get him drunk, the kid might not be enlightened for a while.

If you don't get him drunk, this kid is afraid that he will be reduced to the point of snatching his wife.

"Kangdang."

Dance with sword and sword, Feng Ci danced with the sword in his hand, lost his grip and fell to the ground.

His face was red, his earlobes were red, his neck was red, and he looked at his empty palm blankly.

Where is the sword?

Where is his sword?

Where did his sword go?

Seeing Fengci so drunk, the emperor wiped his face, not wanting to admit that this idiot was his son.

Concubine Rong watched with relish, and thought her son's drunken state was very cute. Qin Xiang would definitely be more moved and soft-hearted when he saw it.

"Where's my sword?" Feng Ci stared straight at Qin Xiang and asked blankly.

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

In the end, she sighed, got up, stepped forward, came to Fengci, bent down to help him pick up the sword, and put it back into his hand.

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

unexpectedly……

With another bang, Feng Ci dropped the sword in his hand without hesitation.

Qin Xiang: "..."

Qin Feng: "???"

Father Qin: "???"

emperor:"???"

"Where's my sword?" Feng Ci looked at Qin Xiang eagerly, and asked again.

Qin Xiang looked directly at him, stared at Fengci for a long time, and then helped him pick up the sword again.

"Kangdang."

"Where is my sword?"

"Kangdang."

"Where is my sword?"

...

After repeating this three times, Qin Xiang pursed his red lips slightly, and looked at Feng Ci with displeasure.

"you're drunk."

"Where's my sword?" Apart from these few words, Feng Ci didn't seem to be able to say anything else.

"I'll have someone send you back home to rest." Qin Xiang sighed.

"Where's my Qin Xiang?"

Just when 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 movements, such as... pulling Qin Xiang's hand.

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

"Where's my Qin Xiang?" Feng Ci looked at Qin Xiang eagerly and asked again.

"Phoenix Ci..."

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

"I like you."

"Qin Xiang, I fall in love with you."

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

"Qin Xiang, will you marry me?"

"I asked my father to give us a marriage. Will you marry me? Don't marry someone else, don't like someone else, OK?"

Hearing this, the expression on Qin Xiang's face finally loosened and softened.

She looked directly into Fengci's eyes and asked, "Do you really like me?"

"Yeah, I like it." Fengci nodded again and again, not being too cute.

Hearing this, Qin Xiang smiled.

"it is good."

"I don't marry anyone else."

"I marry you."

Hearing this, Feng Ci's face was red, her earlobes were red, her neck was red, and she grinned...