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The night was a little deeper, and I looked up to the sky and asked the stars silently. Great literature

A banquet lasted for more than two hours, and in these two hours, King Fu and Zhou Dawei and others were pushing the cup and changing the lamp, and at this moment everyone temporarily put aside their identities, so they drank in a big bowl and ate meat freely, with the freedom and pleasure of a good man in Liangshan.

Although Murong Yichuan was drinking with everyone, he was always sober, and he couldn't let himself be guilty, if he was guilty, he might do something that he shouldn't do, it would be bad, so during this period, he asked Shangguan Tianjue, who was not drunk for a thousand cups, to block the wine for himself, and Shangguan Tianjue also did it, because he already knew some of the behaviors that King Fu did to Wanruo after he was drunk, so he blocked the wine for him, and he kept persuading him to drink less and drink less. Everyone didn't feel bored because King Fu always found Shangguan Tianjue to block wine for him, because it was already a great honor to be able to drink with the dignified Eight Kings, and it was rare to see King Fu with such a stretched expression and friendly attitude, and everyone was not under any pressure in front of him at the moment. At the big literary banquet, King Fu just drank with everyone, made a drinking order, and said some innocuous things, and everyone didn't want to talk about the big tent, and felt a little annoying.

At the end of the banquet, the night was already very deep, Shangguan Tianjue accompanied King Fu to say goodbye to everyone, and then walked out of the big tent, and saw the stars scattered on the black canopy, the stars were scattered like chess pieces on the vast black canopy, looking so casual, and the night became a little more cute because of these cute elves. Great literature

When he arrived at the door of the East Cross Courtyard, King Fu stopped and said to Shangguan Tian, who was still following behind him; "You go back, I'm not drunk." After King Fu finished speaking, he walked towards the courtyard, and it was not easy for Tianjue to follow, and indeed King Fu was not drunk tonight, so he turned back to his residence with peace of mind.

Murong Yichuan gently pushed open the door, the room was brightly lit, Chunhong was sitting there changing candles, because one was about to burn out, Chunhong took out a new candle wick next to the flame, the candle was lit, and then it was placed next to the candle that was about to burn out. Chunhong heard the sound of the door opening and knew that King Fu was back, so she hurriedly turned around and saluted King Fu; "Slave and maid see Chitose."

King Fu waved his hand; "That's it, is the princess asleep?" Chunhong cautiously raised her eyes and looked at King Fu, and her heart was steady, because she didn't see the same drunkenness on his face as that night.

Chunhong nodded hurriedly; replied; "Back to Chitose, the princess has already fallen asleep, she asked the slave maid to wait for Chitose to come back and prepare a sobering soup for you, and the slave maid will prepare it now."

"No need, this king is not drunk tonight, you go and make a pot of weak tea for this king and put it here, and then clean up and go down to rest." Murong Yichuan turned around in a chic manner and went directly to the bedroom, he gently pushed the door open, the room was filled with warm lights, the curtain on the bed was completely lowered, and he saw the sleeping person through the curtain, and the room was surprisingly quiet.

Murong Yichuan raised his legs high and landed lightly, for fear that the movement would disturb the sleeping person, and then came to the bed step by step, gently opened the curtain a little, he sat on the edge of the bed, facing the sleeping Wanruo, as if most of his body was curled up in the quilt, but his face was exposed, his eyes were closed, his lips were slightly closed, and his eyebrows were slightly locked, as if there was something to worry about in his dream. Before she had no amnesia, she was short-sighted most of the time when she woke up or dreamed, and she was carrying too much at that time, but she had amnesia, and a lot of pain was gone, why was she still unhappy? And he frowned, but after coming to the border pass, what was bothering her heart? Murong Yichuan's hand was gently placed on Wanruo's body through the quilt, just gently, for fear that a force would wake her up from her dream.