Yueying looked at Zhao Ji's profile and was a little dazed for a moment. What emerged in her mind were the several times when he treated her personally.

For some reason, Yueying walked in front of Zhao Ji, picked up the wine glass and took a sip.

It turned out to be the strongest Yuchunzi, an imperial wine that was mellow in the mouth and had an endless aftertaste.

It should have been awarded to Zhao Ji by the emperor.

"When did the emperor reward you with such good wine?" At this time, the aftertaste had already come up, and Yueying felt the mellow fragrance of the wine.

Zhao Ji smiled and poured another cup for Yueying: "If I say I stole it from the imperial kitchen, would you believe me?"

Yueying almost spit out a mouthful of wine: "What?"

Zhao Ji looked at Yueying's innocent appearance and couldn't help laughing: "Okay, okay, I'm just kidding you. If I want to drink this wine now, I can just say hello to the emperor and he will give it to me. There's no need to steal it!"

Yueying was amused and glared at Zhao Ji.

Although Yueying usually wears a black veil over her face, it must be said that Yueying is actually a beauty.

She's still the kind of beauty who's beautiful without even realizing it.

"Why did you want to drink today? What difficult situation did you encounter? Do you need me to send someone to help you?"

Yueying asked without thinking, and she was a little stunned after asking. She didn't know when the relationship between the two of them became so close.

It is unexpected that in a mysterious place like the palace, people can trust each other and let their subordinates help each other, and they can call on each other at will.

This is something that others dare not even think about.

After all, who wouldn’t be afraid that the person sent by the other party is a spy planted in their own team?

Yueying thought about it and wondered when she started to become completely defenseless against Zhao Ji.

Probably after those few times of healing.

Zhao Ji didn't notice Yueying's daze, but smiled and poured another glass of wine: "This harem is weird and unpredictable. Today the Queen came to visit me, and tomorrow the Imperial Concubine came to visit me. They are all the dirty things in the harem. I really don't want to get involved, and don't pollute your people's ears!"

Yueying understood immediately after hearing this. There hadn't been many major events in the harem during this period. "Did the Queen or Consort Xian come to you? Was it because of the little prince's illness?"

Zhao Ji sipped a glass of wine, smiled at the moon in the sky, and said, "Isn't she the virtuous imperial concubine who was in the limelight some time ago? Now that her son is sick, she doesn't go to urge the imperial physician. Instead, she hints in her words and deeds that I should help her investigate!"

"Although the emperor trusts me with the safety of the palace, I know the whole story at a glance, but I still have to find out everything. After finding out, I will just hand the evidence to Concubine Xian as a witness, and then randomly implicate the person behind it!"

"Then there will be more arguments!"

A helpless smile appeared on Zhao Ji's lips.

This unusual feeling of fragility in him actually grabbed Yueying's heart, making it pound.

"There are only these things happening in the harem. Today this lady is favored, and tomorrow it will be someone else. In fact, the emperor doesn't really care about these ladies. You just perfunctorily deal with them and that's it!"

Yueying was already a little tipsy at this time. The wine was extremely strong, and most importantly, it had a strong aftereffect. After three glasses of wine, Yueying, being a woman, naturally could not handle the alcohol.

Zhao Ji smiled and said, "I'm afraid you would never say these words to me when you are sober. Fortunately, I still have you in the harem. I can still trust you. This is a blessing in disguise!"

Yueying felt that the face of the handsome man in front of her was a little blurry. Years of killer intuition made Yueying feel a little fragile and abnormal about Zhao Ji tonight.

But Yueying was already drunk and had no intention of exploring.

Zhao Ji supported the staggering Yueying: "You are drunk, I will help you to rest!"

The familiar man's aura shrouded Yueying, and in a trance, Yueying thought she had returned to the time when she was healing.

Zhao Ji held Yueying in his arms and walked back to Yueying's palace step by step. He even considerately put his outer robe on Yueying.

Yueying was clutching Zhao Ji's clothes in her hands. It was a rare sight for her to lean on a man so weakly, which made Yueying feel delicate.

Gradually, her consciousness became more and more hazy, and Yueying's heart beat faster and faster.

That ambiguous atmosphere surrounded the two of them.

Zhao Ji helped Yueying to the bed, but Yueying reached out and held Zhao Ji. Yueying was drunk, her cheeks were flushed, and she pouted her cherry lips. She said coquettishly, "Are you going to help me heal my wounds today? I feel weird in my chest. Please help me see if I am sick!"

Zhao Ji didn't expect Yueying to be so coquettish and cute after getting drunk. He originally wanted to comfort her and leave, but he didn't expect that Yueying would directly grab Zhao Ji's hand and press it on her chest.

"Zhao Ji, please help me see what's wrong with it. Why is it jumping so violently? Is it sick? If it is sick, can you help me treat it?"

Zhao Ji felt the softness of his hand and touched his nose with his other hand, feeling as if he was taking advantage of someone's misfortune.

At this time, Zhao Ji also heard Yueying's voice.

[I feel so uncomfortable. I really want to hug Zhao Ji... kiss Zhao Ji... I wonder if this will make me feel better? ]

Drunk people are quite naive. As soon as Zhao Ji heard Yueying's thoughts, Yueying reached out and hugged Zhao Ji's waist.

She buried her head in Zhao Ji's abdomen and said coquettishly, "I want to hug you!"

"It's so hot, can you cure the heat and let me cool down a little!"

Zhao Ji looked at the beauty in his arms, rubbing her against him, his eyes gradually darkening.

"Yueying, it's still not too late for you to let go, otherwise..." There was a hint of patience in Zhao Ji's voice.

But Yueying still didn't let go, and even held her tighter.

The next moment, the world was spinning...

The next morning, Yueying woke up in Zhao Ji's arms. She felt as if her whole body had been run over, and the feeling of a hangover was really unpleasant.

Looking at Zhao Ji sleeping behind her, Yueying's face turned red. She looked at herself again, and saw that she was entangled with Zhao Ji like an octopus.

There are still fragments of yesterday's memory in my mind: "Hold me!" "Don't go..."

"like……"

Although it was just some fragmented memories, Yueying was also very clear that it was she who took the initiative to pull Zhao Ji to **.

He also touched her all over, which made Yueying very shy. Yueying wanted to run away, but Zhao Ji opened her eyes at this moment.

"woke up?"

The hoarse male voice exploded in my ears like spring thunder.

Yueying's face turned red in an instant.

"You, you are a eunuch... We just slept together for one night... Nothing happened..."