His Royal Highness, Wants a Divorce!

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The room was too dark, Yan Ke couldn't see Meng You's expression, but from the sound of his speech, he could tell that the prince was very excited now.

"Can I get out of bed alive?" Yan Kezhen asked.

"Look at your performance." Meng You turned a corner.

"What if you do well?"

"Nature-can't." Meng You took Yan Ke's hand and gradually strengthened his strength. At the end, he said: "The good performance naturally rewards you!"

"So ... won't perform well?"

"Then you can't get out of bed."

"..." Yan Kesheng thought ruthlessly. Is there a difference between good and bad performance? Might as well simply tell him rudely, wouldn't he be better off tomorrow?

"Leave and have a meal with the Chief."

"……Ok."

During the meal, Meng You moved the good wine that he had collected. He grabbed the old Taoist who could n’t handle the wine, and after filling several bowls with the brother and brother, he refused to let him rest near the night.

Meng You: "From now on, you will be your brother!"

Yan Ke said with a smile: "You're OK, people are a few rounds older than you, and return to your brother. Make a face, everyone else will take advantage of the cheap."

Meng You pulled Yan Ke again and said to the Minister, "This is your sister-in-law."

"Good bitch!"

Yan Ke: "..."

Yan Ke sighed, ignoring the two drunks, and asked the director to sleep in the guest room.

Meng You, holding the wine jar, mumbled Yan Ke and said, "We two, don't ask for the same year and the same month, but please ... but ..."

Looking at Zhiwu Meng You who didn't say the following sentence for a long time, Yan Ke asked with a smile: "Why not say it?"

"No, no ... can't say, you are so much older than your grandfather, but it would be a loss for him to die the same month in the same year."

Yan Ke chuckled and laughed.

"Okay, stupid, we should go back to bed too."

Yan Ke leaned on Meng You's waist, followed by Meng You's maid and steward who was ready to serve the drunk.

Yan Ke glanced at the steward, cleared his throat, and whispered, "The steward helped me prepare something."

"What does the princess need the old slave to prepare?"

"... That's the thing." Yan Ke said embarrassedly.

"Ah?" The manager was at a loss again.

"Used when rubbing."

Manager: "..."

"OK ... OK."

Yan Ke helped Meng You and put it on the bed. She shook her aching hand, and took off Meng You's shoes.

"How much alcohol do you have in your heart? Are you uncomfortable with a hangover, aren't you?" Yan Ke whispered and took off Meng You's clothes. This hand just touched Meng You's lining. He was caught by Meng You.

Yan Ke whispered, "I'll bathe you."

"No."

"Ok?"

"My grandfather is drunk and will not grasp well and hurt you." Meng You put Yan Ke's hand on his hot face, opened his red eyes, and looked at him with a smile.

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