Rong Yun sighed and turned to look at Qin Yan in the observation pavilion, who frowned lightly and nodded slightly at him.

"Everyone, Uchiko is a little unwell, I have to go back and take a look, this is presided over by the third emperor brother, it's neglected!"

Yao Qingmu's brain buzzed, she knew that Neiko was what his wife meant. A man in the Dragon Kingdom can generally marry a wife at the age of sixteen, not to mention that Rong Yun, who is the prince, is already twenty-three this year.

Looking at the anxious and worried look on Rong Yun's face in a daze, Yao Qingmu felt unusually familiar. I remembered that Zhiyuan had such an expression when he looked at himself that day, but he was because of himself, and he was because of another her.

Although he clearly knew that the man in front of him was not Yao Zhiyuan, his heart was still very sour, his smile froze on his face, and his fingers were tightly twisted in his sleeves.

After Rong Yun left, Yao Qingmu, who was still very excited before, quieted down for a moment, looking at the stream in front of him without blinking, and the thin white teeth left deep marks on the ruddy lips.

And the sound of the piano seemed to be against her, and the wine glass stopped in front of her again and again. At this time, she couldn't do it wet and dry, and she didn't want to do it again, so she just picked up the wine glass that stopped in front of her again and again, and then drank it into her stomach one by one.

The alcohol was burning in the stomach, ironing the internal organs, and it hurt hotly. It seems that only by destroying oneself in this way can the pain caused by a vacancy somewhere in the chest be compensated.

It's easy to wait until the end of the "Qushui Liuzhen" link, and when everyone drinks at will, Yao Qingmu left the Qushui Pavilion and hid in a secluded place in Enrong Yuan, squatting next to a big tree, and vomiting like a river and a sea. In fact, she hadn't eaten anything at all, so she vomited almost all of it.

I finally stopped vomiting, felt bitter and astringent in my mouth, and my throat hurt badly, so I held on to the trunk of the tree and struggled to get up, trying to find some water to drink.

A flawless hand, holding a cup full of water, appeared in front of her at the right time.

Yao Qingmu thought it was a servant who was serving, his eyelids didn't lift, he didn't say a word, he grabbed the cup unceremoniously, rinsed his mouth a few times, and then drank the rest of the water in one go.

The feeling of nausea was finally relieved, and when he looked up, in the hazy drunken eyes, the fairy-like man in white took the cup in his hand and asked softly, "Are you more comfortable?" ”

"It turned out to be the ...... of the Qin Gongzi"

Qin Yan smiled and lowered his eyes, the young man's smooth side face was close in front of him, the bridge of his nose was quite beautiful, the corners of his mouth were slightly upturned, especially the soft broken hair like fetal hair in his ears, which made his heart throb.

He raised his wrist lightly, trying to touch the seductive little face with his fingers. Stretched into the air, he suddenly realized that he was out of control, and quickly withdrew his hand, clenched it into a fist, and carried it behind him, hiding in his wide sleeves.

"Yao Juma seems to have something on his mind, can you tell Qin about it?"

Just now, because of that person's departure, the young man suddenly became gloomy, like a wounded little beast, hiding in a no-man's corner, helplessly ****ing his wounds.

His grievances were as pitiful as a woman's, and he couldn't help but be curious to come forward and peek into his heart.

So, she deliberately let the wine glass stop in front of her again and again, which was both a temptation and a trap.