Seeing that Tuoba Yao was not wearing much, he was afraid that Tuoba Yao would be frostbitten, and Meng Zhuqing didn't have time to notice how beautiful Tuoba Yao was at the moment, but hurriedly entered the courtyard where Tuoba Yao lived, and took a white mink cloak out to put it on Tuoba Yao.

Tuoba Yao was drunk, and her head was a little unclear, but she asked Meng Zhuqing to tie her cloak.

Tie Tuoba Yao's cloak, Meng Zhuqing was still a little uneasy, afraid that Tuoba Yao would catch a cold, so he said respectfully: "County Lord, it's too cold this day, you better go back to the house." ”

Tuoba Yao lay on the table, holding a wine jug in one hand and pouring wine into the wine cup, because she was drunk, her hands were unstable, and the wine could not be poured into the wine cup accurately.

The drunken eyes stared at Meng Zhuqing dimly, and asked a little angrily: "Who are you who dare to take charge of this county lord?" ”

I don't even recognize him, it seems that he is really drunk.

Meng Zhuqing sighed a little before he replied respectfully: "The last general, Meng Zhuqing, the last general doesn't dare to take care of the county lord, but this night is too late, and the county lord is not safe in this courtyard alone, so it's better to go back to the house." ”

"Meng Zhuqing Meng Zhuqing" Tuoba Yao didn't listen to what Meng Zhuqing said later, but when she heard Meng Zhuqing say that he was Meng Zhuqing, she murmured in a low voice, just muttered Meng Zhuqing's name, and kept muttering, "Meng Zhuqing Meng Zhuqing"

Meng Zhuqing's heart moved. She had never whispered his name like that, as if his name was important to her.

"Bold!" Tuoba Yao suddenly looked angry, slapped the table with one hand, got up with difficulty, and pointed at him angrily with the other, "How dare you deceive the county lord!" You're not Meng Zhuqing! You're not him! ”

Meng Zhuqing: ""

If he is not Meng Zhuqing, then who is he?

"County lord, the last general is Meng Zhuqing." Meng Zhuqing replied in a good voice. But when he answered this, he was a little weak. Explaining this to a drunkard makes him think he's a little silly right now.

"You're not him!" Tuoba Yao still insisted, not believing that he was Meng Zhuqing. "Meng Zhuqing, he doesn't have a mask, you have it on your face, you are not him, not him" The more she said, the quieter her voice became.

Finally, barely audible.

Meng Zhuqing, Mo. He didn't want to wear a mask himself, but his current face would scare people, and he didn't want her to see it.

"It's not you, it's not," Tuoba Yao muttered in a barely audible voice, staggering back down on the cobblestone bench, lying on the table, picking up the wine cup, and drinking again.

Meng Zhuqing knew that today was the death day of Tuoba Yao's father and the five clans, and when he saw that Tuoba Yao started drinking again, he actually understood that she must be in a very bad mood today.

Seeing her like this, he felt very uncomfortable.

It's just that

"County Lord, you can't drink anymore." Meng Zhuqing still couldn't help but persuade.

Tuoba Yao opened his mouth and yelled at him: "You are not him, why do you care about me!" ”

Meng Zhuqing was stunned.

What does she mean by that?

As long as he is Meng Zhuqing, can he care what she means?

Thinking of this, Meng Zhuqing couldn't help but be amused by his own thoughts. He believed what a drunkard said. He's so stupid that he can.

"What are you laughing at?" When Tuoba Yao was drinking, she caught a glimpse of Meng Zhuqing laughing, her good-looking eyebrows immediately frowned, tilted her head slightly, and she asked him drunk.

Without waiting for Meng Zhuqing to answer, Tuoba Yao continued to pour himself wine, and said vaguely in his mouth: "Why is the county lord not drunk yet?"