Memories of the boy's song wine. Traces at the time......

A clear glow cold painting screen. There is nowhere to put the thoughts on hold. Heartbroken and heartbroken have nowhere to solve. Filled with and soaked in a large field of red to fishy Western-style red wine, the Liao Wang's Mansion. Choose a rare one in a small courtyard where only a little red light wanders and insinuates. The man who retreated and served. Holding the aged pear blossom spring to the moon to drink alone.

Three rounds of wine. The land is a little drunk. A pair of bright and clear eyes rippled with a vague smell of wine. And because he is too self-absorbed in his own little world. Shangguan Xindong walked towards him step by step, and he didn't even realize it.

"Your Highness......" Xin Dong stopped near him. whispered.

Only then did he realize that there was a person standing beside him. There was slight hesitation. He immediately turned a deaf ear to the call and continued to drink himself.

"Your Highness. Don't drink it anymore." Xin Dong knows his temper. Pursed her lips and continued to be cautiously dissuaded." Drinking too much. It's going to hurt after all."

The voice fell. Bao Yi finally greeted her and rolled his eyes slightly. The hand holding the flask did not relax for a moment. He looked at Ding Xindong. A pair of peach blossom eyes that became more and more charming because of drunkenness lingered on her body and face. Until Xin Dong was at a loss. Only then did he hear that Bo Yi deliberately dragged a long tone like a drunk, and said unhurriedly: "Tsk. Such a beautiful woman...... Just set up a begonia Jiao. Hold a pear blossom brew. Send me to a homesick and drunken country." After speaking, take a sip of wine into your throat. Then he burst out laughing.

"Your Highness, you ......" such a prodigal attitude made Xin Dong embarrassed and resentful coexisted. I know that I do it on purpose. But it's not good to have a seizure. I had no choice but to admit it, and I reluctantly suppressed the words and continued to persuade them." Your Highness has been drinking in this little courtyard for a few hours. And so on. Even if you're not drunk. It's going to be too cold to stand it."

For Xin Dong's soft language again. Bao Yi also ridiculed the past with a gesture of wanton madness and stupidity by getting drunk. He stood up with the pear blossom brew in his hand. Staggered a few steps in front of Xin Dong. The free hand lifted up to hold her shoulder. The nasal voice is thick: "Who is not extremely affectionate this night. The partition wall is pear-snow and exquisite. Yurong was haggard and reddish...... Come on." As he spoke, he handed the flask he was carrying to Xin Dong. Come. Dong'er. On the occasion of this beautiful day. The cold moon is like washing, and the breeze is quiet. Drink with the king."

Xin Dong wanted to forcibly snatch the flask from Bo Yi's hand. But he was forced to have such a strong aura. She didn't have the guts. I had to endure that impulse endlessly. Pursing his lower lip, gritting his teeth, he spoke aggressively again: "Lord Wang. You're going to get married the next day. I'm still here tonight drinking and getting drunk. The prince came to see the layout inside and outside the palace, and he was satisfied."

"If you don't drink it, get out of here." Zheng Di raised his voice. The arrogance in Bao Yi's heart was all exploded by Xin Dong's excitement. And this outbreak is endless. Like a fierce torrent. Wanton madness, wandering the world. Out of control.

He wasn't drunk at all. He doesn't drink badly. It's just lazy to pay attention to Xin Dong and anyone with a clear attitude. Therefore he pretended to be drunk. But Xin Dong's words obviously touched on the last thing he wanted to be touched at this time.

He hated the doomed marriage with his cousin. Even if there is no special child. Because of such a relationship, he is also destined not to like that Miss Tantai.

Bo Yi is a person who does not like constraints. And what he doesn't like even more is being forced by people and being forced by things. Even if sometimes you have to do this kind of compulsion, you have to compromise because of it.

But if there is no special child. At most, he was indifferent to the princess Zhun Liao who had been shoehorned in by his own mother; Now he has a special child he likes. So for the innocent cousin. He is afraid that he will not even have a trace of generosity and warmth.

Xin Dong was silent for a moment. In my memory, I rarely get angry with myself. The few outbursts seem to have been repeated since years ago and now. Every time it's because of Shu'er. With that in mind. Xin Dong's heart was filled with a layer of sorrow. Mixed with jealousy that is hard to quench.

"Why aren't you like your third sister. Why don't you look like her at all? Shangguan Xindong." Bao Yi raised his arm suddenly. grabbed Xin Dong's collar and lifted her up to him." Your third sister is only a wife, not a concubine. Why are you so willing to be lowly and take the initiative to greet and even mediate with this king again and again?" He laughed. There is a chill on his lips. The peak of the eyebrows is followed by an upward lift. Because of the cold moonlight, it seems to be extremely ruthless.

Xin Dong was mentioned by Boyi. After the initial frustration, I overheard him ask why he didn't look like Shu'er. She also had a fiery temperament, and just wanted to ask him a rhetorical question, "Why do I want to be like her?" Who knew that Bo Yi spit out the latter words again.

Xin Dong landed on the ground and was silent. A complex number of emotions can only be suffocated into the atrium. She couldn't answer his question. Because she couldn't answer.

Oh, yes...... The third sister is so noble and arrogant in her bones. She told you that she was only for a wife, not a concubine.

She has her persistence. There is her pride. But I'm willing to be low. I don't even ask for fame. Even when I found out that you were about to get married, I was clearly miserable. But he still made a bright smile to pretend to be diligent in planning and detailing......

What am I doing this for?

Boyi. I've been by your side for eight years. Why don't you understand me so much? You think I don't have my pride. I, Shangguan Xindong, am I a faceless and skinless embryo who is willing to practice?

I'm here for you. It's for you. Because I love you. This love is irrepressible. This love has made me lose face, lose my dignity, lose everything, and even lose my sanity.

I've always understood your thoughts. I never understood. I've been with you for eight whole years. In the absence of her for these eight years. It's me who walks with you little by little. I have experienced the green years when you were a prince in the palace, and I have experienced the initial growth of the king of your palace. I've been through so many events and situations that have touched you on. I've loved you for eight years...... But you have always only kept the obsession with her for eight years. He refused to look back at me all the time.

The thin cold is like a small snake bending over the slender waist. Xin Dong's mind was too heavy to speak.

Bao Yi had already staggered her gaze. A self-consciously bored handful pushed her away again. Then he turned back to the stone and continued to drink by himself.

This time. Xin Dong no longer had the heart to go to comfort Boyi. Admittedly, I didn't have the slightest thought. Because she suddenly felt that she was not qualified. Never qualified...... He didn't have her in his heart. Even she didn't know. Is it from the moment he saw her, he was full of joy and fell short? He already hated her.

"Let's go." Boyi never paid attention to Xin Dong. A heavy throat overflowed from the mouth." Don't make me hate you." Very sharp and powerful.

Xin Dong was shocked again......

He already hated her. Admittedly, yes. Since he already hates her like this. Will she let him one day turn this abomination into hatred?

I can't tell you what it feels like. I can't tell whether it's resentment or sorrow. In short, it is a very uncomfortable and sad feeling. This feeling is so unbearable that Xin Dong can't bear it. Even if he doesn't spit it out. She doesn't have a face to lie here anymore. She'll certainly go on her own.

Just the night wind raging around. The autumn coolness is not as cold as the pain in the heart. Xin Dong was silent. The heavy jaw goes down. Turn around and turn around. With tears in his eyes, he walked away from the courtyard.

Just a wisp of autumn wind. Bo Yi only felt that his mood was outrageous at this moment.

What's wrong. What the hell is going on......

He's not a rigid person. He is a merry prince. His charm and abundance, his gestures are all dignified and uninhibited. It's just to marry a concubine. It's just an innocuous ornament in the Liao Palace. Why is he so lonely?

Even Shu'er rejected herself. It's not like you don't have a chance to fight for it, do you...... No. Nope. It was really gone. If he wants to have a special child. Unless he takes a leave of absence from the future princess of the Shotai Princess. Then leave the position of the concubine of the Liao King to Shu'er. Otherwise, he is afraid that he will not be able to get Shu'er in this life.

With that in mind. Then there was another burst of unstoppable claws scratching my heart. Bo Yi poured another sip of wine. Suddenly, the surroundings seemed to be much quieter. A slight trance. Only then did I remember that Xin Dong had just been angry with himself again.

Is...... He sighed. That woman is really. He didn't intend to treat Xin Dong like that. But she knew she was upset. Those who are partial to life are not afraid of death to provoke themselves. But who is to blame for this?

At this time. The sleeves of Wujue's robe were touched by someone. Silk Yi didn't think much about it. I thought it was rubbing or hanging on some thread. Raise your arm and move your sleeve to the side.

Then I felt a move again.

He finally realized that it was someone. Xindao remembered Xin Dong, and she was so not afraid of death. The extinguished fire in his heart swept over with a "teng" sound: "Didn't you tell you to get out. Fuck off. Go ......" and looked back. I was stunned.

Nearby, the figure of Ping Ting stood a beautiful person. Pink skirt jade edge, black hair and flower bun. A pair of peach blossom cold eyes are filled with regretful sadness, and mixed feelings of urgency and sigh......

The person who came was not Shangguan Xindong. But......

"Suh. Son." A long scrutiny. Yehua is in a trance, and the world that seems not very real because of the hazy autumn night. Boyi didn't dare to speak. I thought I was hallucinating after drinking. Just stared at the soul of the shadow that he thought about day and night, and stared at it for a long time. The right person opened his mouth in disbelief. Donton called out her name.

Come people. Actually is. It's actually Shangguan Shu'er. Actually. It would be her......