Seven days of national mourning, the whole country mourns.

The royal family must strictly observe funeral ceremonies and prohibit alcohol, meat, and sex... For the future empress, these rules are not rules at all!

While people outside were busy attending the funeral for the late emperor and the enthronement ceremony of the new emperor, Ye Jiangxue was holding a small jar of sweet-scented osmanthus wine, hiding alone under the peach tree in the imperial garden, drinking "

It is said that "alcohol has been banned."

The moonlight was flowing, and the night wind blew down a peach blossom tree, burying the small white shadow under the flower tree under the colorful fallen flowers.

Ye Jiangxue drank wine to the moon and recited poems sourly: "There is bright moonlight in front of the bed...two pairs of shoes on the floor...raise your head to look at the moon...lower your head to enter the bridal chamber——"

It didn't matter that he recited a crooked poem in a mess, but he even boasted about it: "Well, what a poem! What a poem!"

So, if all people were like Ye Jiangxue, then the world would be wonderful... Simply, her arrogance did not last long. When she was buried in a grave with peach blossoms, almost drunk, all she could see was

Within reach, a pair of shoes appeared.

Looking up lazily, Ye Jiangxue smiled even brighter, "It's you."

The young man who looked like a jade sculpture stood in front of her, his eyes fixed on his sister who was leaning against the peach tree and smiling almost like an idiot.

She is not like Ye Jiangxue.

In other words, she was completely opposite to the Ye Jiangxue he knew.

What's the difference? Her face is still that of Ye Jiangxue, and her body shape hasn't changed at all. Her petite body is leaning against the peach blossom tree, holding a jar of sweet-scented osmanthus wine in her hands, smiling with her eyes bent, like two small crescents.

Same.

Ye Jiangxue used to be gloomy and cold, and would never have such a smile. Overnight, she seemed to have changed.

what is going on?

Doubts lingered in his eyes and never dissipated. Yezuibi slowly squinted his eyes and showed a gentle smile: "Sister Huang should know that after the death of the emperor, alcohol is prohibited in the palace."

"Ah, no drinking, of course I know." Ye Jiangxue nodded with a smile, and then pointed to the seat next to her: "Azui, come sit down, sit next to me."

A drunk?

Ye Zuibi raised his eyebrows. She actually called him such an affectionate name. Is this her new trick?

Walking casually to the tree trunk, Ye Zuibi lifted up the hem of his clothes and sat down next to her.

"Azui, are you wondering why I am different from before?" She seemed to know Ye Zuibi's doubts. Instead of waiting for him to ask questions, she answered him on her own, "Hey, Azui, actually I am your sister.

,Right?"

"...Are you really my sister?" He asked very lightly, and there was obvious doubt on the woman's delicate face.

"Isn't it the same?" she asked, pointing to her beautiful face, and then to his face which was obviously prettier than hers: "Actually, I also suspect that you seem to be prettier than me, Ah Zui, you're going to let God

All the women down here hate you."

"..." Actually, it's because you are not pretty enough. Ye Zuibi twitched the corners of his lips. Regardless of whether she is his sister or not, at least she is much more pleasing to the eye now than before.

Is it because she is more idiotic than before... Yezuibi thought secretly, but when he saw her smiling eyes, he felt that it was not the case.

She used to be a hungry wolf, so fierce that everyone avoided her.
Chapter completed!