The overlord broke the wine glass in grief, and rushed out of the tent to say goodbye.

Tragic and majestic like Gobi poplar.

It's for "Farewell My Concubine".

Yu Suiyun and Ling Shang both acted too realistically, and Ye Mushen was quite unpleasant to watch.

Only two more drinks.

The new sorrow and the old sorrow entered the throat together, and there was a chill behind the night ginseng again.

He looked back, but he didn't find anything out of the ordinary.

But this eerie atmosphere is too unsettling; Ye Mushen didn't dare to slack off, and was ready to get up and take a look.

At this time, after a play on the stage, the looks of the guests in the audience were strange and wonderful.

Some people sigh for the sadness in the play, and some people sigh for the beauty of the servants.

More old fellows dismissed the tragedy as a farce.

Most of them laughed at the play, praised it hypocritically, and began to boast about their heroic deeds back then.

When passing by the banquet of Hubu Shangshu Yuwen Jingxuan, Ye Mushen naturally would not let go of the opportunity to get acquainted.

He was about to step forward to say hello, when Mrs. Zhou suddenly laughed three times.

The chilling laughter wafts in the autumn breeze of Luopu at night.

Ye Mu ginseng's scalp tightened, and the feeling of uneasiness became more and more intense.

He summoned one of his subordinates to fetch the sobering tea—he had not restrained himself for a moment because of the many disturbing things that had disturbed his mind, and now he was three points drunk.

Returning to Mrs. Zhou's main banquet, Ye Mujing looked at the mess on the stage with a sad face.

Ye Mushen patted him on the shoulder, "Brother Jing, Ling Shang will come over later." You two are taking this opportunity to get to know each other - I'm not giving him to you, but I don't want to bind any of you......"

The face of Ling Shang's makeup before came to Mrs. Zhou's side at this time.

He handed Yu Ji the sword he had killed himself.

The sword still has a shocking bright red color on it - naturally it is just a prop.

Mrs. Zhou wiped the fiery red with his fingers, stretched out his slightly purple tongue and licked it, and let out a creepy laugh again.

It was at this time that the servant served decanting tea.

Ye Mu ginseng drank it all, and woke up with the troubles that were entangled in his heart.

Ye Mujing threw an inquiring look at him, as if he didn't understand the sudden obedience of the father-in-law.

Zhou Yinchen was also very puzzled by Zhou Hao's strange behavior.

He said carefully, "Dad, today is your birthday...... I heard that it is not very lucky to touch such a sharp weapon as a sword on this day......"

"I just want her to die!" Zhou Hao ignored Zhou Yinchen's concern, and let out a terrifying grunt sound in his throat, "Yu Ji, she is the culprit who killed the Chu Overlord!" She's damned! ”

Everyone in the audience heard in a fog.

Ye Mushen couldn't tell for a while, whether Zhou Hao wanted to see Yu Ji die or Ling Shang die.

He looked back at the stage.

At this moment, there has been a change of performance on the stage, but it is a much more normal double reed comedy than "Farewell My Concubine".

Just as Ye Mushen was worried about Ling Shang, he heard a familiar, indifferent voice behind him-

"That's right."

Ling Shang had already removed most of his makeup, and his face was a little bright while being handsome.

He did not change into a red robe, and the "bloodstains" on his neck were not wiped off.

Ye Mu saw it, and just wanted to rub him into his arms.

Ling Shang's smile was so bright that it was dazzling.

He raised the wine bottle and toasted Mrs. Zhou to celebrate his birthday.

The corners of Zhou Hao's mouth twitched twice, and he touched the wine glass with Ling Shang.

The wine came to his mouth, but Zhou Hao didn't drink it.

His pale eyebrows slyly picked twice, watching Ling Shang finish his drink.

Although Ye Mu has not known Ling Shang for a long time, his understanding of him is not shallow.

This was the first time he had seen Ling Shang finish a glass of wine so happily.