His face was touched, and Meng Zhuqing's whole body instantly stiffened.

Usually she wasn't so bold at all, and sure enough, she was drunk.

Meng Zhuqing stiffened her body while thinking like this, thinking that Tuoba Yao was drunk to do this.

And Tuoba Yao is indeed drunk.

"You're quite like him," Tuoba Yao said as he touched his face, and his drunkenness was obvious. "It's just like he doesn't have any of these things on his face."

She touched the scar on his face.

Meng Zhuqing only felt that his heart was about to jump out of his throat.

"No," she frowned suddenly, denying herself, "He seems to have been cut by a knife."

Hearing this, Meng Zhuqing felt uncomfortable again. He could see her guilt. She was feeling guilty about him. And he didn't want her to be like that.

At the beginning, he was willing.

Now, if he were to die for her, he would still be willing.

"It's okay, the last general didn't look good, and now it's nothing to have a few more scars." Meng Zhuqing pretended not to care at all and said comfortingly.

After a moment's hesitation, he took two steps back, and his face was off her hand.

"You" didn't seem to expect him to let her touch it, Tuoba Yao first looked at him in confusion for a long time, then lowered his head, lowered his eyes, and looked at her hand that had just touched his face.

Didn't speak, just looked at her hand.

Because she had her head down, he couldn't see her expression, and he didn't know if she was in a daze or what she was doing.

"County Lord?" He called out to her tentatively.

Tuoba Yao still lowered his head and looked at the hand that had touched the scars on his face just now, "You are really him." ”

Meng Zhuqing couldn't cry or laugh in an instant, but he didn't say that he was Meng Zhuqing anymore, but said respectfully: "It's too cold this night, the county lord should go back to the house early to rest." ”

Just now she touched his face's hand, but he clearly felt it, it was really cold and cold.

He was really worried, afraid that she would be frozen by this cold night.

Tuoba Yao didn't speak, just staggered around, sat back on the round stool she was sitting on, and just picked up the wine jug and wanted to pour wine into the wine cup, Meng Zhuqing shouted again in disapproval: "County Lord!" ”

Tuoba Yao glanced at him first, and then, while continuing to pour wine into the wine cup, she slowly asked, "Do you want to have a drink together?" ”

Seeing that Tuoba Yao couldn't pour the wine into the wine cup at all, most of the wine was outside the wine cup, and the table was wet, Meng Zhuqing gritted her teeth, couldn't bear it, stepped forward, snatched the wine pot in her hand, and said, "County Lord, you can't drink anymore." ”

Tuoba Yao ignored Meng Zhuqing, and didn't go to grab the wine pot with Meng Zhuqing, she just picked up the wine cup, there was only a little wine in the wine cup, Meng Zhuqing originally thought that Tuoba Yao would drink it, and wanted to grab the wine cup, but now he hopes that she won't drink a drop of wine anymore.

But before Meng Zhuqing could reach out and grab it, Tuoba Yao crushed the white porcelain wine cup, and the white porcelain fragments splashed everywhere, and some white porcelain fragments were deeply pierced into her palm.

For a moment, the palm of her hand was pricked with blood.

Meng Zhuqing was taken aback, and he didn't care that the person in front of him was a noble county lord, let alone the difference between men and women, so he stepped forward to break her hand that was tightly crushing the wine cup.

She is the wine glass in her right hand.

As soon as his right hand was broken by him, he saw that the flesh and blood inside were blurred, and Meng Zhuqing was instantly distressed and couldn't help himself.

"If you're angry, if you're sad, you can hit the last general, you can throw things, why hurt yourself so much?"