Uncle Suntong thought about it, but still felt uneasy, so he went to the Prime Minister's mansion.

At that time, Fan Zeng was still sighing over the dozen or so counties that were about to give out betrothal gifts before they were hot, until he learned from his uncle and grandson Tong who was hesitant to marry that His Majesty was not marrying the Hu girl he thought, but him. The countryman in my heart is Feng Xianshi...

Fan Zeng shuddered and let the tea cup fall to the ground on the spot, shattering it!

The scalding tea soup splashed his shoes and scalded the backs of his feet, but he didn't seem to notice, and only asked in a daze, "Is this... true?"

Uncle Suntong witnessed Prime Minister Fan's reaction, and he really thought that he was not listening to the court, and said with a bitter face: "How dare someone use the emperor and queen as a play!"

Fan Zeng was dumbfounded on the spot.

It's just that he has lived for more than seventy years and has seen countless storms.

After finally stabilizing his beating heart, he took a shuddering breath and pondered.

What Your Majesty wants to accept is actually the male queen—the imperial husband? Emperor?

After a while, Fan Zeng didn't know how to call the former General Lu and Empress Lu three days later.

It stands to reason that after hearing such shocking things, he should have strongly opposed it.

However, in the next moment, he suddenly realized that the land in the dozens of counties in the former Xiongnu counties that he had just been thinking about had changed his left hand to his right, and after the big marriage, he would still return to the Great Chu!

Aside from the joy of being lost and found, Fengxian, who is a peerless countryman, is loyal to the Great Chu and has made great contributions, no matter how he looks at it, he is thousands of times better than the Hu women's football team he originally thought!

Fan Zeng thought in a strange way: His Majesty's strength is unparalleled in the world, and his courage is unparalleled in the world, which makes the enemy state shocked when he hears it. Isn't it commonplace?

His Majesty's eyes, Cangjie, Yu Shun and Chong'er were the only ones in history, who now own thousands of miles of rivers and mountains, and hold the respect of emperors.

It was a spectacle to marry the great general Lu Fengxian, who had the power to wield the mountains and rivers, the wisdom of strategizing, the courage to drive millions of cavalry, and the vigor of the cavalry!

Moreover, in this way, Feng Xian, who had originally wanted to go into hiding, could be completely left behind.

As long as Feng Xian is present, even if he dies, there is no need to worry about His Majesty all the time or bring back his old ways.

When Shusun Tong still looked at Prime Minister Fan with a heart, he was surprised to see that Prime Minister Fan changed from a blank face at first, to panic and panic, then to subtle puzzlement, and finally to a happy smile...

What's going on here?

Shusuntong really couldn't figure out where that joyous look came from, but Fan Zeng, who had figured out everything in a flash, has returned to his usual capable and steady appearance.

Seeing Shusun Tong still stunned, he frowned and said, "Your Majesty and Feng—the Great General has already ordered, you will do as you please, no need to say more."

Shusun Tong was dumbfounded and said, "...The dowry list should be...?"

Fan increased his tone: "Do as you please."

The Xiongnu had only one head, countless cattle and sheep, and dozens of counties in the original Xiongnu stronghold.

Even if it is picked out alone, it is full of weight, far richer than those dead objects of gold, silver and jewelry.

In the future, if there is a sturdy and unparalleled general who imitates Feng Xian and sets such a great cause, he intends to use it as a dowry... How can an emperor not marry!

After walking out of the Prime Minister's Mansion in a trance, Shusun Tong looked back with complicated eyes and was filled with emotion.

——After all, it is the Prime Minister, who has the spirit of still standing still before the collapse of Mount Tai.

Unbeknownst to Shusuntong, as soon as he left on his forefoot, Fan Zeng got on the back foot of the carriage, left the Prime Minister's Mansion, and headed straight for the palace.

In the Fengxian Hall at the moment, Lu Bu was drunk and confused, full of nonsense about 'snaky mother-in-law' and 'evil mother-in-law'.

And whenever the 'evil woman' approached him, he seemed to have a feeling, opened the eyes of the 'Mi' and 'Mi', stretched out his arms very naturally, and leaned in for a sticky kiss.

How has Xiang Yu ever seen such a drunken state of his sweetheart? Naturally, there is no way to resist, the only way is to push the boat with the current, benevolent, and use the effort of support and care to kiss again, again, and again...

Just as the distance from the outer hall to the sleeping hall was a hundred and ten paces, in the repeated kisses and kisses, the Chu Emperor, who was deeply immersed in this never-before-seen chaos and love, was looking forward to leaving forever. When the end was not over, Yafu, who was unpleasant, arrived.

As soon as he heard that Yafu was waiting outside the hall, Xiang Yu frowned slightly, hesitated for a moment, then let the drunken tiger, a rare and extremely intimate person, hang around his neck, and directly passed the person in.

Although he had some vague guesses in his heart, when he stepped into the hall, he saw at a glance that His Majesty, who was always sitting upright on weekdays, not only sat casually, but also had a nostalgic look on his face with Lu, who was flushed with drunkenness... When Empress Lu hugged and hugged, Fan Zeng was still shocked. The pupils shrank slightly, and the expression on his face was tense.

Xiang Yu put all his thoughts on the queen who was hanging on his body, and said absently, "Father, please take a seat."

Fan Zeng also absently thanked him, but instead of sitting down, he stood straight in the hall and asked with a helpless smile, "Your Majesty wants to welcome you first, but forgot to let me know!"

After catching the word 'Fengxian', he managed to recall Xiang Yu's thoughts. After hearing this, he couldn't help frowning: "In the morning above the court, I have personally announced."

Fan added a heavy tone: "His Majesty only said 'the wedding will be in three days', but he did not say 'marry with Luhou'!"

Hearing Yafu's words with certainty, Xiang Yu hesitated and said a little incredulously: "However, besides Feng Xian, who else in the world can be a good match for me?"

At that time, he was only thinking about his sweetheart who was still bathing and changing clothes, and he wished that in the blink of an eye, he was looking forward to the big wedding in three days.

It is not only the careless negligence of being immersed in sweetness and dizzying, but also a matter of course that his ministers should know well in his subconscious - if not Feng Xian, how could he marry someone else?

Xiang Yu frowned, thinking that this is not to be careless.

He reluctantly glanced at the drunken tiger who was muttering in his arms and had a mouth full of 'benhou'. The next moment, he picked him up neatly and walked into the bedroom in front of Yafu. Put the person on the couch.

But he didn't know that after this move, the old bone called Fan Zeng was shocked again.

He quietly pressed his frantically jumping eyelids, and managed to stabilize the smile on his face.

Seeing that the night was not yet deep, Emperor Chu summoned the ministers who were still slowing down again, solemnly declared, "Three days later, I will marry the Marquis of Lu—follow the first."

Even if they didn't deliberately call in the crowd, they would surely be known to everyone when the Prime Minister's residence issued an imperial edict early in the morning.

But with the joy of fulfilling his long-cherished wish, how could Xiang Yu be willing to wait until tomorrow?

After the third thunderstorm of the day was struck, the emperor of Chu was sure that he had already declared the identity of the empress, and his mind had already flown to the sweetheart who was sleeping alone in the bedroom. Back and forth in stride.

Lu Bu, who was so drunk at the moment, was restless while lying on the couch.

He closed his eyes and groped for a long time. He didn't grope for Madam Han, so he opened a pair of drunken eyes and turned around. At the same time, he made a muffled 'um' sound from his nose, which seemed to be irritated. Again seems depressed.

When Xiang Yu was delayed for a while and hurried back, Lu Bu had already lost his temper and fell into a deep sleep.

After leaving Xiang Yu to feel sorry for a while, he changed his clothes on the couch without thinking, and went to sleep happily hugging his beloved drunk tiger.

Lu Bu slept until three poles in the sun.

Different from the stupid woman who needs to go to the morning, he is temporarily a non-official and jobless son-in-law who can rely on a nobility salary for the time being, and he is happy and relaxed.

He sat up straight with a carp, and when he shook it, there was a dull pain in his head, and he made an "Ow" on the spot.

This "Ow" attracted Xiang Yu, who had been handling official business in the side hall room: "Fengxian?"

Lu Bu was pouring the hangover soup prepared by the palace servant on the table with a bitter face. When he caught a glimpse of him out of the corner of his eyes, he waved his idle hand, indicating that it was okay.

Xiang Yu did not go back to the side hall immediately, but sat down beside him and stared at him silently.

Rao was Lu Bu, who boasted that he had a thick skin, and was slightly hottered by the undisguised affection in his burning eyes.

——This woman must really admire Lao Tzu, and even if Lao Tzu takes a few sips of water, she has to wait obediently by the side.

Thinking of this, Lu Bu felt a little bit of pride and a little bit of joy that he didn't even know he knew about.

After pouring the hangover soup, regardless of whether it really worked, always felt that the headache from the hangover was much better on the spot.

Lu Bu cleared his throat, and with a hand on the table, he put a small jar of unopened wine into his arms.

He casually tore open the seal, but kept staring at this shy mother-in-law from the corner of his eyes, as if hesitating for something.

It didn't take long for him to make up his mind and shouted: "Come on, get a gourd!"

Not to mention how inexplicable this request is, Lu Bu gave the order, and after a while, someone came looking for a dry gourd.

It was late autumn, and it was impossible to have fresh gourd left, but it was just right for Lu Bu.

He held it in his hand and weighed it for a while, then he aimed decisively at one place, and slashed with a knife in his hand, causing the gourd to split into two petals on the spot.

The wine that had been torn open from the jar was evenly divided and poured into the two gourds.

Lu Bu's eyes were "chaotic", but he didn't push it as easily as he used to. Instead, he held one of the petals with both hands and placed it in Xiang Yu's hands, who subconsciously spread his hands.

"Take it!"

Lu Bu muttered, and then held up his own petal.

It was only now that he finally raised his head, and he immediately met Madam Han's pair of fiery eyes, his heart skipping a beat for no reason.

When he married the Yan family in his previous life, he was still confused about everything, and he couldn't say how happy he was, so he didn't follow Qin customs and drink this wine...

He didn't know if he would actually drink it on the wedding day, but he didn't want to miss it anyway.

Under Xiang Yu's piercing gaze, Lu Bu's back was straight, and he held up the half-lobed gourd with him seriously, raised his head and drank, and then went down halfway.

Xiang Yu's gourd was also half left.

After the two tacitly exchanged their respective gourds, they were about to finish drinking the wine.

It seems like... what congratulations should say?

Lu Bu searched for a while, and finally pulled out a sentence from a corner somewhere.

Compared to Xiang Yu, who was hand-picked by Chu Ge, he was never good at this, so he said slowly, "May you live forever—"

Before he could rack his brains and get to the next sentence, Xiang Yu had already wrapped his right arm around his right arm with the half-gou holding arm, and suddenly tightened the distance between the two of them.

Lu Bu didn't prevent him from making this move, his eyes widened, thanks to his very quick response, he didn't let this sudden action spill the very important wine in his hand.

He was about to scold the silly woman who almost broke the wine when he felt his auricles get hot.

At this moment, the two of them were very close, their noses were touching each other, the bottom of their eyes shone with each other, and even their hot breath seemed to get mixed up.

Lu Bu pursed his lips subconsciously, and heard the man in front of him say in a deep voice, "You are drunk with mountains and rivers."