Last night, Zhao Huan and his friends were hungover until dawn, and no one felt like drinking. However, people at nearby tables, both acquaintances and strangers, came over to toast, and since they had no choice but to drink, everyone raised their glasses and drank with them.

Everyone was drinking heavily, some were already feeling tipsy, and Zhao Huan was even more drunk, raising his glass and clinking it with everyone else.

A drunken man, looking like a wealthy man, approached Zhao Huan, holding a wine glass in his right hand: "You look familiar, familiar."

Zhao Huan was just as drunk, his tongue slurring as he spoke: "I, I, you don't even recognize me?"

The official thought for a long time and said, "I saw His Majesty in court that day. I recognized you. You are the guard His Majesty brought with you. Tell me, are you a guard?"

Zhao Huan nodded continuously: "Yes, I am the guard!"

The man chuckled and said, "I just said I knew you, so I know you." After saying that, he loosened his arms around Zhao Huan's neck and fell down with a thud.

Weddings throughout history are generally the same. Soon, Fan Zha and Yun Niang came out to bow to heaven and earth, and then to their parents. Then, after the couple bowed to each other, they entered the bridal chamber.

Zhao Huan looked at Yun Niang's back with his drunken eyes. Yun Niang suddenly turned around and pushed Fan Zha away: "I don't want to marry you, I want to marry His Majesty!"

Zhao Huan was delighted and held out his hand: "Great! Yunniang, come here!" (This paragraph is plagiarized from "Justice, My Foot")

"Your Majesty!" Nangong Lian'er shook him vigorously, and Zhao Huan regained consciousness. When he looked up, there was no trace of Yunniang. When he turned around again, everyone looked at Zhao Huan in astonishment.

At this moment, Linghu Yunlong pulled Zhao Huan out. As they left the Luo Family Restaurant, Linghu Yunlong whispered, "Your Majesty, this is bad! Du Zhong has escaped!"