Laughter resounded throughout the courtyard.

Suddenly, she raised her right hand in the air.

Bang......

The flask in his right hand smashed to pieces.

She stared straight at the debris on the ground, biting her bloodshot lip tightly. She no longer knew how to cry, like a child carved out of stone, only the one that kept moving.

Yingmo picked up another flask full of wine and handed it to her.

Her eyes twitched slightly, she took the flask, tilted her head and continued to drink.

Yingmo's heart is dripping blood, he has never seen Fan Chen's appearance, the more she is like this, it means how much she loves Shentu Rin Ye, and the more this is the case, the more his heart hurts.

He had said that if Rin Ye couldn't treat her well, he would snatch Fan Chen into his hands, and this time, he would be selfish once and never let her go.

The night came again in the dazedness, the separation made the night miserable, and the loneliness made the night sleepless.

A chaotic day, empty memories, Fan Chen doesn't know if he still has a heartbeat.

The cold wind in the courtyard was bleak, a few dead trees were swaying in the cold wind, and the dim moonlight stretched the shadows of the branches swaying, which looked particularly weird.

Sadness covers up the temperature of a fine ink, wafting with a thick layer of sadness.

"How do you... Why don't you drink with me?" Fan Chen's eyes were blurred, and he asked Yingmo gently.

Yingmo frowned slightly, he didn't dare to drink, he was afraid that he wouldn't be able to control his heart after drinking, and he was afraid that he would do something he would regret, so he chose not to drink.

"You're drunk. He replied in a low voice.

Half in the bag?

Fan Chen pursed his lips and smiled. "I'm not drunk, my... My heart is clear. ”

As she spoke, she began to laugh again.

"I'm stupid! I'm stupid... I'm stupid, do you think I'm stupid?"

Suddenly, she stood up, her head was dizzy, Yingmo immediately got up to help her steady, she shook her drooping head, her mother choked on the ground and spun a few steps, slowly stood firm, closed her eyes, her hand gently pushed Yingmo away, her head tilted up slightly, her face flushed, and her thin lips trembled.

Her face was so white that her closed eyes were filled with tears, so that her long eyelashes trembled as if they were soaked in water, and a wisp of blood oozed from her clenched lips.

Bang... Bang... Bang...

All the wine jugs on several stone tables were shattered, and the mellow osmanthus wine was sprinkled on the table and on the ground, and the aroma of wine filled the entire courtyard.

Yingmo nodded with satisfaction, and finally vented.

She bit her lip tightly, and tears dripped down the shards on the table, and then flowed down into the osmanthus wine scattered on the table, and finally, with the wine dripping on the ground.

Her hands pressed tightly to the broken bottle on the table, blood spilling out of her palms and mixing into the drink, more and more.

Yingmo was distressed and immediately held her hands in the palms of her hands, and the wound healed with a flash of white light.

"If he doesn't cherish you, don't you cherish yourself?" he whispered to Fan Chen.

Her body began to tremble, the corners of her mouth raised, a bitter smile, mixed with tears, looking so helpless. I always thought that this love could last forever, and the sea was dry and rotten, but I didn't know how vulnerable it was. And the loneliness that goes deep into the bone marrow, accompanied by a trace of sadness, creeps into the bottom of my heart. Gently falling off, like falling on a scabbed net, trying to break free, but the knot is getting tighter and tighter.

"I'm in so much pain. She whispered in a low voice, her voice was very low, the despair, the helplessness, and the longing in her eyes made Yingmo's heart feel the same way.

He took Fan Chen into his arms and let her cry loudly.

It was late at night, the moon was hiding in the clouds, and the whole courtyard was very dark.

Fan Chen had already fallen asleep in his arms, he leaned down gently, carefully picked up her feet, and then carried Fan Chen to his bedroom.

When the palace slave saw it, he immediately stepped forward to help Yingmo, but he reprimanded him, so that people were not allowed to enter the Damang Hall to disturb the mortal dust.

He gently placed her on his bed, took off her shoes, and covered the quilt.

Deep, dark ice eyes stared at Fan Chen's face. "Stay by my side, I will never let you cry, I will not make you sad. ”

The voice is soft, but very affectionate.

He smiled bitterly, knowing that all this was just an extravagant hope. was about to turn around and leave, but suddenly, Fan Chen replied in a low voice: "Okay!"

The pair of dark and sad eyes suddenly glowed with a charming color, and she turned to look at Fan Chen suddenly, only to see her eyes slightly closed, she was basically talking in a dream, although Yingmo was a little lost, but she still smiled happily.

Stretched out his hand and touched Fanchen's red little face, turned around and walked to the couch, took off his boots, lay down awe-inspiringly, lay on his side and looked at Fanchen, slowly closed his eyes, and fell asleep peacefully.

Suddenly, a wisp of purple smoke floated out of Fan Chen's chest, and the purple spirit instantly conjured up its true body, it shook its head helplessly, looking at Fan Chen, looking at Yingmo.

"Love really hurts. Shaking his head helplessly, his body went limp, and he lay down next to Fanchen's neck, and fell asleep peacefully.

In the dead of night, it should be the time when lovers hug each other and burn their emotions, or the newlyweds, facing each other in front of the lamp, or leaving for a while, returning from the wind and snow at night, or after separation, one person is alone, and the air is lonely.

The love is deep, the love words are long, the smile is sweet, and the tears are rippling......

A beautiful day has arrived.

In the early morning, the whole world is clear, and the sunlight shines gently on everything through the faint vibration, which is not pleasing to the eye.

Fanchen's sleepy eyes were dazed, and he saw that he was sleeping on the bed in Yingmo's dormitory, but Yingmo was nowhere to be seen.

She raised her hand to pat her aching forehead, her mouth opened slightly, and her hands hurt as if they were about to fall apart.

Then he moved slightly, not only his hands, back, buttocks, legs, but also his whole body was very sore.

She slowly straightened up with the pain, only to feel as if her neck was about to break.

"I really won't drink anymore next time. She muttered, saying the same thing every time she was sober, but every time she had drunk, she forgot all about the pain of the second day.

"You're awake. Zi Ling ran from a distance and shouted at Fan Chen, who was worried about the pain in his whole body on the bed.

Fan Chen opened his eyes and looked down. "I really won't drink next time. ”

Zi Ling's eyes narrowed. "That's all I have to say now, and after a while you'll be less uncomfortable, and you'll start drinking again. ”

Fan Chen pursed his lips and smiled, lifted the quilt, and put his feet down on the bed. "Where's Yingmo?"

"I got up before dawn. Zi Ling replied peacefully.

Got up?

Fan Chen frowned slightly, knowing that Yingmo was a bright and upright person, he must have slept on the couch for a night, pursed his mouth, recalled the picture of last night when he borrowed wine to eliminate his sorrows, shook his head, and didn't want to think about those unhappy things anymore, don't think about it, don't touch it.

She bent over to put on her shoes, stood up and stretched, and her whole body was finally more comfortable.

Chirping......

There was a dull sound from the door of the main hall, and Fan Chen pursed his mouth, only hearing the light footsteps, he knew that it was the palace slave of the Damang Palace.

Seven immortal slaves lined up neatly into the side hall, two palace slaves walked in the forefront, raised their hands to open the curtain of the side hall, and the four palace slaves who served tea and water followed the leading palace slaves with water basin clothes and walked in with broken steps.