In Prince Yi, that person had been restless since he heard that she had a miscarriage, and the Imperial Doctor Heng warned him several times that he could not walk back and forth, but he couldn't bear the worry in his heart and kept walking back and forth.

It was cold in late autumn, and the wind in the night was a little biterous, and he couldn't do anything except walk around the house, and he was a little anxious.

Zhifa, Zhifa, called back and forth a few times but didn't see anything, Zhifa stood at the door in a daze, looked at the thirteenth master, and raised his head to call himself first.

"If the prince wants to save it, I'll go and get it, if I want anything, I can't do anything about it." He said and glanced at the Thirteenth Master.

The Thirteenth Master nodded: "Then a pot of green wine." ”

"Okay." Zhifa went down to drink wine and prepared some side dishes, except for being with Xingyue as a companion, he couldn't find anyone who could relieve his worries.

"One drunk relieves a thousand sorrows, and one drunk sorrow is even more sorrowful." Raised a glass to invite the bright moon, and was drunk with the stars.

The drinker was not there, and for the sake of the people who were close at hand, he smiled and drank a pot of green wine. If you don't get drunk, everyone will get drunk.

A cup of poisoning, she became clearer and clearer in front of her, seriously holding a needle for her own acupuncture, three thousand green silk like a waterfall shining and fragrant hanging to the waist, a gentle smile, the beauty is incomparable.

He was drunk, drunk in his thoughts of her, in his concern for her, and wondered if she was crying now with tears in her eyes, crying heartbreakingly, and he could do nothing.

I really want to hold her close and comfort her, tell her with a smile, comfort her, talk to her, and divert her attention.

Xu is thoughts are tight, and the wine glass he accepted was slightly overflowing, overflowing a lot.

He shouted and laughed: "Drunk, drunk." The more he spoke, the clearer he became, the more he felt helpless, and his thoughts swept over like a tide, lingering in his mind.

"It's not fun, it's not fun." His feet were already numb, but his heart was as soft as a cloud, and he could no longer drink cup by cup, raising his hand to drink in the moonlight.

"The prince can't drink like this, it's easy to get drunk."

The Thirteenth Master glanced at the gentle Zhaojia, which was also beautiful, but it lacked the sure charm in his eyes.

Now, he couldn't see what was going on in her eyes, and she was too transparent for people to see at a glance, he smiled. Reaching out to hold her face and smiling.

"Beautiful, beautiful, beautiful." How he should be, how he should be.

Zhao Jiashi looked at the prince and immediately gave Zhi Fa a look. I'm drunk, it's time to go back to the house and rest.

"Don't pull me, don't pull the king. It's just a pot, where will you get drunk. A thousand cups are not drunk, a thousand cups are not drunk. He pushed a handful of hair, and then began to drink.

If he is not drunk, he will not be drunk, he will not be drunk.

Zhao Jiashi watched the prince drink vigorously, so he had to sit aside and accompany him.

She wouldn't drink, so she picked up one of the small bowls of wine and pecked at it, only one of which was already burning badly.

"Zhifa, go get some more wine."

"Fujin, I'm afraid it's not good to do this."

"The prince wants to drink, and I will accompany him not to get drunk and not return." She took another sip and soothed her brows, this wine was much better than Shicai.

It turned out that the woman could really drink too, she smiled, and she said it well.

The seventeenth master in the Yanxi Palace was dissatisfied with her against the corner of the wall and devoured it, Concubine Qian looked at the seventeenth master angrily, and frequently warned that this thing could no longer be done, and he could no longer come in.

"Tell me if the child is mine." The seventeenth master was dissatisfied with her performance, kissed a little hard, and the lip of the Qian concubine who bit it hurt.