Jeruxian returned to his palace.

The sky turned from light to thick, the inky black in the sky swallowed up the last glimmer of the sunset, and the faint moonlight shrouded the earth.

The big wedding banquet in the palace of King Zhao has not yet dispersed, and the silk and bamboo wind music are staggered.

There was a slight drunkenness in Xiyin's eyes, flickering uncertainly.

He held his glass, and the attendant beside him held a flask ready to refill him. Xiyin toasted the powerful ministers one by one, openly and secretly soliciting and luring, and the ministers all played haha, their eyes dodging.

Not long ago, the old ministers of the Privy Council and others who were about to vote for Xiyin's hands, after today's announcement, all righteously rejected all kinds of flattery from Xiyin, and sat upright, like a righteous gentleman.

Xi Yin's nose was gray, and Xiao Siwen sneered secretly when he saw it.

"Lord Wang, it's getting late today, I won't disturb the princess's newlywed Yan'er, and I will retire first." I don't know which official took the lead to leave, and the officials said goodbye to Xiyin as if they were alive.

Xi Yin sat on top of the high hall and waved his hand weakly.

Han Kuangsi insisted on following Xiao Siwen to sit at the end, and only then did he get Xiao Siwen's hint, took Han Derang to leave first, and got into the carriage of Xiao Mansion.

In the blink of an eye, the huge hall became empty, only the remnants were cold, and the lights were blown by the wind.

Xiao Siwen calmly picked up the wine and put it to his lips to taste it.

Xiyin raised his cold eyes and sneered, "Lord Yue's kindness, at this moment, others can't wait to stay away from this king, but your lord still admires my face and eats a glass of sake in my house, hehe..."

Xiao Siwen closed his eyes and put down his wine glass, "It was self-inflicted, who is to blame?" He got up, flicked his robe, and turned away.

As he reached the door, he leaned slightly, his expression difficult to distinguish in the shadows, "Take care of Shuangshuang." "Walk away.

Ki-in raised her glass to the icy air, drank it all, and stumbled back to the bedroom.

In the bedroom, the wedding silk is hung in front of the bed curtain, the window is pasted with festive window flowers, and the table is placed with melons and fruits, longan, lotus seeds and other food with beautiful meanings, as well as two glasses of wine.

The candle constantly drips candle tears, condenses into lumps, and sometimes crackles and bursts with sparks, and the lights are shining, flickering and dimming.

Xiao Shuangshuang has never left the room since he visited the church, but he is just sitting on the edge of the bed, silent and indifferent.

Xiyin's whole body slammed into the door, Xiao Shuangshuang was startled, and when he saw that it was Xiyin who was drunk and fell to the ground, his expression eased slightly.

She walked over and struggled to help Kiyin up and help her to the bed.

Xiyin opened his hazy drunken eyes slightly, and when he saw Xiao Shuangshuang's slightly sad eyes, he suddenly smiled and said, "Shuangshuang, this king is defeated, and he is unwilling!" ”

Xiao Shuangshuang got up and poured a cup of tea, brought it to the bed, and said softly, "Lord Wang, you are drunk." She put one hand on Kiyin's back and reclined him in front of the bed.

Xiyin closed his eyes, his face was red, intermittent, and his voice was low, "Why do you... Pretending to care about the life and death of this king? Go back with your unbeatable father, haha... This king... This king is useless... Farce... It's a joke..."

Xiao Shuangshuang smiled faintly, and a faint hatred flashed between his eyebrows, "Go back?" Where did the prince call Shuangshuang to go back? I am the princess of the prince, and this is my home. ”

Xiyin struggled to open her eyes, and saw Xiao Shuangshuang's gentle gaze facing her, full of tenderness.

Xiyin hugged Xiao Shuangshuang violently, and the teacup in her hand knocked over to the ground.

Xiyin's arms became tighter and tighter, and he murmured, "Shuangshuang, this king can't stand you..."

Xiao Shuangshuang's chest was filled with a thick sourness, she held back her tears, she gently patted Xiyin's back, "Lord Wang, it's good to sleep, if you fall asleep, the troubles will be gone, sleep..."

Xiao Shuangshuang waited for Xiyin to sleep on the bed, she sat on the edge of the bed, watching a trace of pain suddenly appear on Xiyin's face, muttering something but not hearing it really.

Xiao Shuangshuang sighed, he, like her, is a poor person!

Recalling everything with Xiyin, Xiao Shuangshuang smiled faintly.

He once said, morning bells and dusk drums, morning sun and sunset, I will wait for you.

This is the first time someone has made a promise for her, and she will cherish it.

She stroked Xiyin's face and said softly, "The morning bell and dusk drums, the morning sun and the sunset, I will follow you." "Give him back a promise.

The past is vivid.

Xiao Sui possessed everyone's love, his father scolded him in every way, his mother sat idly by, Han De made such an outsider closer than his own sister to Xiao Sui, Yelu oblique from time to time for Xiao Xuan to oppose himself, and Arabic language, most of which were instructed by Xiao Sui.

Yanyan, my sister has to be sorry for you after all.

Xiao Shuangshuang picked up the scissors and cut off the burning wick on the wedding candle, the room suddenly brightened a lot, and the fiery red candlelight reflected Xiao Shuangshuang's eyes becoming more and more cold.

It's love, to be repaid, it's hate, it's to be repaid.

In the middle of the night. The dead hours of the night.