"How is it?" Zhao Min was very disdainful of Zhang Wuji's words.

She didn't believe that there would be a day when she would be left with nowhere to go.

…

The wine has been boiled. A jar of nearly a hundred-year-old wine, coupled with the fragrance of plums, now seems even more tempting.

Zhao Min did not give Zhang Wuji a clear answer.

She turned her gaze towards the jar of wine.

"Master Zhang, let's not talk about this today, let's have a drink."

Zhao Min reached out and took the jar of wine out of the fire. The wine was still steaming hot.

The scalding wine was not easy to drink at this moment, but this did not bother Zhao Min.

Zhao Min gently pushed the jar of wine through the air with her palm, and a piercing chill instantly calmed the boiling wine.

Zhang Wuji laughed and said: "I can't believe you even got the Mysterious Nether Palm."

Zhao Min said disdainfully: "Mysterious Nether Palm is just a trifle. I have learned countless things in my life, but Mysterious Nether Palm is just a second-rate martial arts technique."

Zhao Min picked up the jar of wine and drank a few sips generously.

"It's a good wine, worthy of being left by our ancestors of the Yuan Dynasty."

After taking a few sips, Zhao Min handed the jar of wine to Zhang Wuji.

"Master Zhang, do you have the courage to drink a few sips at the expense of the Queen Mother?"

Zhang Wuji laughed and said, "Why not?"

After Zhang Wuji took the jar of wine, he drank a few big gulps without hesitation.

Zhou Zhiruo, who was watching from a distance, couldn't help but frown: "Damn it, that stinky woman Zhao Min, she wouldn't poison me, would she?"

…

After Zhang Wuji took a few sips, Zhao Min asked with a smile: "How is it, Master Zhang, is our Yuan Dynasty wine okay?"

Zhang Wuji said: "More than that, it is my great honor to be able to drink the wine personally presented by the Empress Dowager of the Yuan Dynasty."

"Empress Dowager?" Zhao Min smiled bitterly: "If the men of my Yuan Dynasty could have one-tenth of the demeanor of our ancestors, it would not be the turn of a little girl like me to charge into battle in the front."

After saying this, Zhao Min said to Zhang Wuji with a sly smile: "Master Zhang, let me tell you a secret. Emperor Shun of Yuan, my nominal husband, was strangled to death by my own hands."

Zhao Min pointed at the golden belt around her waist and said, "See? I used this belt to send him on his way."

Zhang Wuji was not surprised by what Zhao Min said. He just didn't expect that Zhao Min would do such a thing with her own hands.

Zhang Wuji said: "It is said that a husband and wife are bound by a hundred days of grace after being married for a day. With your status, you don't need to do such a thing as murdering your husband yourself."

Ha ha ha ha……

Zhao Min laughed wildly: "Husband and wife? I'm afraid Master Zhang has misunderstood. Even though I am the queen mother now, I am still a girl. That dog emperor will never be able to touch my body in his next life."

…

Zhao Min and Zhang Wuji talked and laughed for more than half an hour.

During this half hour, Zhao Min took off all the baggage on her body. At this moment, she looked like a girl from an ordinary family.

Say whatever you want to say, laugh whenever you want to laugh, without any scruples.

A jar of nearly a hundred-year-old wine was drunk up by the two of them.

…

A long time passed, and Zhao Min's face had already revealed an alluring red color.

This red color looks like a ripe apple.

The aftereffects of the old wine finally took effect, and as the alcohol took effect, Zhao Min gradually became incoherent.

Before she knew it, Zhao Min was back to the previous topic.

"Zhang Wuji, my 150,000-strong army can crush your Xuzhou in a moment. Will you surrender or not? If you surrender, this Queen Mother will confer upon you the title of Great Ming King of Yuan. In addition, I will give you an honor even greater than that of Ming King."

"How about letting you be my male favorite?"

"Be your male favorite?" Zhang Wuji said with a smile: "This leader already has many wives and concubines. It is impossible for me to be your male favorite, but with your looks, you can barely be my concubine."

Zhao Min was indeed a little drunk. Under normal circumstances, she might not be angry after hearing Zhang Wuji's joke, but not today.

After getting drunk, Zhao Min's brain reaction was not as fast as before, and her thoughts became more extreme.

"No matter what, she is the empress dowager of the Yuan Dynasty now. Letting an empress dowager become the concubine of the leader of the Ming Cult, Zhang Wuji can just think about this in his mind, but he should never say it out loud."

"Even if it's a joke, it's absolutely not allowed, at least not today."

Zhao Min glanced at the sword beside her. She didn't want to kill Zhang Wuji today, but now she changed her mind.

Tonight may be the only chance.

After tonight, the two of them would no longer have the chance to be alone together.

…

Zhao Min stood up and said to Zhang Wuji in a drunken tone: "Zhang Wuji, I think you are shameless."

Then Zhao Min fell to the ground.

Duan Zihao, who was not far away, was shocked, and even Zhou Zhiruo, who had been watching here, was very confused.

Zhou Zhiruo thought to herself: "Zhao Min's cultivation is among the highest in the world. She shouldn't be knocked down by a jar of wine."

Duan Zihao suppressed the urge to rush forward.

He has followed Zhao Min for many years, and he believes that this unfathomable queen mother must have a backup plan.

…

When Zhang Wuji saw Zhao Min lying on the ground, he felt a little confused.

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