The night is as dark as ink, the same night, the same loneliness, different places, the same sadness, a concern, a worry.

Zhongli Wenjun drank a lot of wine, but his mind was still clear, and there would always be a scene in front of his eyes as if he had been beaten, and he watched his beloved woman being beaten, and his heart was dripping blood.

Zi Yan looked at Wen Jun's melancholy face, and smelled the smell of wine,

"Wen Jun; Why did you drink so much? And I see you're still late, and your face has been wrong since you entered the table, what's wrong? Zi Yan's big watery eyes stared at Zhongli Wenjun opposite

Zhongli Wenjun didn't speak, just sighed, sighed, sighed

Seeing that Wen Jun didn't speak, Zi Yan became anxious

"Wen Jun; What the hell is wrong with you? Are you talking? I remember you weren't a go-getter,"

Wen Jun's intoxicated eyes looked at Zi Yan who looked worried and anxious, Wen Jun couldn't help but hold Zi Yan's hands, Wen Jun's hands were still warm,

"Wen Jun; What happened to you? Say it quickly? ”

Wen Jun sighed again and finally opened his mouth

"Zi Yan; I met it in the garden of the palace today. ”

"What if you meet you?" Zi Yan asked softly

Wen Jun sighed deeply a few times, "Oh, don't sigh, don't sigh, say it quickly, isn't it as if not attending this banquet has something to do with your encounter?" ”

Wen Jun nodded

"I stood with Wanruo and said a few words, and as a result, King Fu met me, so I gave Wanruo a slap in the face, I saw it with my own eyes, I felt very uncomfortable, I don't know what happened to her now?"

Wen Jun buried his head deeply

Although Wen Jun was drunk, he was still very sober, he didn't dare to look at Zi Yan, he couldn't hide the guilt in his heart

"I told you that you and Wan Ruo tried not to meet, why didn't you listen, why are you like this, my brother Wang is a very small person, and it is not easy for them to get along, because this matter seems to be painful again, you are hurting her, do you know?" Zi Yan shook off Wen Jun's hand in an angry manner, she looked at Wen Jun who was bowing her head, and couldn't tell what she felt in her heart, was it the atmosphere, was it heartache? Be......

After a long time, Wen Jun slowly raised his head, he still didn't dare to look at Zi Yan's eyes, he tried his best to avoid Zi Yan's eyes

"Zi Yan, I understand what you mean, but I can't hide when I see Wanruo, I long to meet her, even if it's to say a word, Zi Yan, I know that I shouldn't have this affection for Wanruo, but I really can't control myself, I really can't control it, Zi Yan; It's okay for you to scold me, or complain about me, I-" Wen Jun's words came to an abrupt end, and for a moment he didn't have the courage to continue, because he knew that the more he said it, the bigger the scar would be on Zi Yan.

"Zhongli Wenjun, how can you do this? Am I your wife? Even if you really have affection for Wanruo, you should let go for Wanruo's happiness, not to mention that you already have me, what do you think of me Murong Ziyan? Zhongli Wenjun, you are such a bastard, bastard. As she spoke, Zi Yan raised her pink fist and slammed Wen Jun's chest, and Wen Jun sat there steadily, letting Zi Yan fall

Zi Yan beat Wen Jun hard, but Wen Jun just didn't dodge, and finally Zi Yan stopped, maybe she was tired, maybe her hands hurt, maybe her heart hurt.

Zi Yan threw herself into Wen Jun's arms, and her uncontrollable tears rained down

Wen Jun hugged her with both hands

"Zi Yan; I'm sorry, I'm sorry. Wen Jun seems to only be able to say sorry, an arrogant man can actually say sorry at this moment, Zi Yan knows the weight of these three words

"Wen Jun; Promise me to love me well, promise me to keep a distance from Wanruo, as long as you get close to Wanruo once, you will be equal to giving Wanruo a hurt, and also give me a hurt, don't you do this, okay? Zi Yan's tears kept going down like beads with broken threads

Wen Jun just nodded silently, and said in a deep voice I promise you everything, I promise you everything.

Zi Yan cried in Wen Jun's arms for a long time, and her tears were dry, but she was still unwilling to leave this warm harbor

At this moment, Wen Jun is full of melancholy, full of guilt, guilty Ziyan, maybe he still owes it,

One lovesickness, two troubles

(I estimate that the Murong brothers and sisters owe me a lot of silver, poor Murong Yichuan and Murong Ziyan.)