After taking a big sip of wine, Shi Wuzhi's body swayed slightly, and he stood on the narrow eaves as if walking a tightrope in the air.

"Pavilion Master......" Feng Che looked at the crumbling poem in horror, and his heart was about to jump to his throat.

I saw him fall straight from the roof like a kite with a broken string.

"Pavilion Master!" Feng Che hurriedly stepped forward and wanted to hold Shi Wuci, but his feet slipped and fell down with Shi Wuci.

It's over, it's over! I'm going to see God this time! Feng Che closed his eyes tightly and thought wildly in his heart.

"Poof", instead of falling to the point of bursting his brain, he fell into the pool below.

Fortunately, the pool was not deep, Feng Che hurriedly floated, and almost died of anger when he raised his eyes!

The poem is leisurely leaning under the tree, clusters of peach blossoms reflected in the corners of the eyebrows, mottled smiles embellished among them.

Seeing him drinking so leisurely, he fell into the water because he was worried about him, and he suddenly became angry.

"Do you think this is interesting?" Feng Che stood in the pond like a chicken in the soup, ridiculous.

"I didn't tell you to jump off."

He lightly wiped the wine stains from his lips, walked to the edge of the pond and looked at Feng Che condescendingly, and said, "Remember, you must take care of your own life at all times!" ”

At the end, he added: "Go take a hot shower and change your clothes." ”

"What is the Pavilion Master talking to me for so much?" Feng Che was very puzzled, and felt that this poem was full of doubts.

When I first saw him, he was a delicate and beautiful young man with a little bit of evil spirit, and after getting along, he had an overly mature face under his young face.

"In other words, what does the Pavilion Master have for me or what do you want me to do for you?" Her eyes burned, staring at the poem indiscriminately.

The poem silently looked at Feng Che, and the eyes of both sides were facing each other with needles.

"What do I want you to do?" Unexpectedly, Feng Che suddenly became aggressive, the softness on his face was removed little by little, and he asked coldly, "I told you when you returned to Lanliang." ”

Feng Che suddenly remembered that this poem Wuci once wanted to rebel and become the empress!

"Maniac!" She scolded angrily, and then climbed up from the pond but Shi Wuci grabbed her collar at once, only to feel that her feet were in the air again.

Shi Wuci grabbed Feng Che and lifted Feng Che to the roof again.

"You!" Feng Che just wanted to be angry, but when he saw the dizzying height below, he retracted.

"Poetry without words, what the hell do you want to do!" With a little bit of wine, he began to sprinkle.

Shi Wuci crossed his hands in front of his chest and looked at Feng Che indifferently.

"I want you to take the throne!"

Feng Che was stunned for a moment and then said angrily: "Are you crazy! I don't want to be an empress at all! ”

His face was still faint, and he was not disturbed by Feng Che's anger in the slightest.

"You will, if you want to get what you want, there's only one way."

"Then I won't become the person I hate the most!"

She didn't want to be even more disdainful of fighting for anything, if she really went to take the throne, what was the difference between it and Lin Shaowan, who she hated.

She has no ambitions, she just hopes that Yujue's father and son are healthy and worry-free, and Xue Ge can come back as soon as possible.

"That'...... It's useless to keep you. He raised his white hand slightly, and the corners of his lips curled up in a cold arc.

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