"It's a pity that I still have to wronged you, I must show myself as a woman, otherwise I won't be able to give you a name."

Yuan Wuzheng couldn't help but sigh.

What he likes is the young man in a green shirt, clean and delicate, rather than wearing women's clothes and a chest pad, pretending to be charming to hide his true name.

"I know."

Su Li kissed the corner of the man's lips.

"After marriage, there will be only a few faithful servants left in the house, and then I will be able to do so."

"What can be?"

Yuan Wuzheng laughed, pinching the chin of the man in his arms, forcing him to raise his head.

"You don't have to go into the house, just right?"

"Full of meaty words!"

Su Li glared at the man.

's extremely delicate appearance not only touched the heartstrings of the general, but also hid his empty and broken heart under the gorgeous women's clothes:

"Tonight's fifteenth is the full moon, is the general willing to accompany me to get drunk and rest?"

"Why not?"

The wine is lukewarm.

The mellow flavor of the wine is steamed and scattered in the air.

A quiet courtyard, a pair of lovers sitting opposite.

The atmosphere is subtle and intertwined.

The dense ambiguous eyes come and go in the air, and even the round moon can't bear this grinding torment, and occasionally can't stand it anymore and hides behind the clouds to cool down your hot cheeks.

"What does the general feel in his heart?"

"With such a beautiful day, there should be a stunning blue face dancing to add wine and rub my shoulders."

Yuan Wuzheng took a sip of the light red peony wine in the cup.

This thing was made by Su Li so idle, and the taste was no different from ordinary flower brew, but the color was a little more fragrant.

"Am I not here?"

The handsome boy wore the best material and the simplest style of men's clothing today.

He rolled up his sleeves high, his jet-black hair hanging naturally down behind his shoulders, and his eyes carrying the stars were full of smiles.

People who are born with a clean appearance can only show their boundless charm after painting the makeup of the horns.

But alcohol is a wonderful thing.

Yuan Wuzheng, who was coaxed to drink glass after cup, is now full of eyes, only crystal skin, seductive wine-stained lips, and a plump waist, plus a bright wrist covered with frost and snow.

Even, as time passed, the red in the liquor also shifted to Su Li's face and ears, and slowly changed from light to glamorous.

He likes that kind of splendor.

The kind of bloom full of thousands of springs.

"Li'er."

The man rubbed his head against the boy's neck.

"You said you wanted me to accompany you to get drunk, but now, I'm drunk, but you're still sober, it's not fair!"

In addition to flirting with his sweetheart, Yuan Wuzheng, who is serious the rest of the time, is the first time to show such a confused and confused look.

The aggrieved voice, the hidden ** entrained in the muttering, all made Su Li's love so pitiful.

The young man's eyes were full of reluctance.

"It's not fair, because I can't get drunk."

"Huh?"

Yuan Wuzheng was puzzled.

"Li'er, you seem to be a little different today."

"It's different."

Suddenly!

A familiar male voice rang out.

Someone never imagined appeared in the small courtyard.

The chilling aura of slaughter diluted all the sweet warmth.

"Lord Wang!"

The instinctive sense of danger warning in the general's bones made Yuan Wuzheng's mind sober up a lot in an instant

In front of him, with a group of guards, the ironclad cold light forced to kill, isn't it the younger brother of the current saint who made him and his sweetheart, the famous Jing Wangye?