"Wow......"

Outside the banquet, a few small people helped Zhou Yunkai, who was vomiting in a daze, to hand water and hot towels, and they were very busy.

And Dong Chuchen, who was lying on the ground and had just vomited for a round, had already fallen asleep.

“...... Hey, what are the two of them drinking with such a amount of alcohol? Qing Xihuan shook his head and ordered the maid to help Dong Chuchen into the room to rest. It's just a pot of wine that has just bottomed out...... If you haven't quit drinking, you and Yan Guihui will be safe and sound, and then sit and wait for dawn with big eyes.

Qing Xihuan skimmed the face towel to Zhou Yunkai, Zhou Yunkai took the face towel, wiped his face, and finally sobered up a little.

The guests in the hall were also about to disperse, leaving a few maids to clean up the leftovers, and with the dim light, Qing Xihuan saw the hairband on Zhou Yunkai's wrist.

"I can't imagine it. Zhou Yunkai wiped his face, raised his head and whispered softly as if talking to himself.

The surrounding maids have dispersed at some point, leaving only the two of them standing in the garden, smelling the gardenia fragrance all over the garden, secretly sad.

"Yes, fate is unpredictable. Qing Xihuan leaned on the doorrail with his hands and kicked the weeds at his feet.

"We ......" the two looked at each other, still speaking in unison.

"You ...... first"

The two smiled bitterly, sighed softly and looked up at the moon.

"Let's not meet again. Qing Xihuan dropped a sentence and turned around and left without looking back.

Before he could take three steps, he was firmly encircled by a strong gravitational force behind him, a smell of wine mixed with warmth covered his back, and a pair of powerful arms wrapped around his waist.

"Don't!" Zhou Yunkai stepped forward and hugged Qing Xihuan, burying his head deep in Qing Xihuan's shoulder.

"Puppy, don't leave me, it doesn't matter who you are, whether you are Qing Xihuan, a puppy, a princess, a maid, I just want you. ”

Zhou Yunkai's consciousness was a little confused, and he only held the person in front of him and didn't let go, as if as soon as he let go, the center of the whole person was lost.

"We can't, don't be stupid, be careful that if you pester me again, I'll kill you. Qing Xi covered his chest painfully during the conversation, and for some reason, as long as he was about Zhou Yunkai, his chest was very stuffy, very serious.

"Whatever you want with me, as long as I like you. Zhou Yunkai's voice was extremely low, slightly hoarse, and his arm was tighter, so that Qing Xihuan couldn't break free at all.

"Let go, if you don't let go, I'll really kill you. Qing Xihuan's chest was already extremely painful, but he still had to say words against his will to drive Zhou Yunkai away.

At this moment, I saw a white light flash, and a blood mark appeared on Zhou Yunkai's arm, and then a large drop of blood fell on Qing Xihuan's clothes.

In the midst of the gloomy wind, the face that appeared in the shadows was Zheng Ziwei.

"Ziwei ......" Qing Xihuan looked at the cold Zheng Ziwei in front of him in shock, and then looked down and saw a deep scar on Zhou Yunkai's arm, and hurriedly turned around to cover the bleeding wound.

"Zhou Lang, are you okay!" Qing Xihuan looked at Zhou Yunkai's wound in a panic, anxiously ripped off the handkerchief to bandage Zhou Yunkai, and turned around with an ugly expression and scolded Zheng Ziwei, "Don't touch him!"

Zheng Ziwei was stunned for a moment, not wanting Qing Xihuan to be so angry for Zhou Yunkai, only his eyes were slightly sad, and he stood aside obediently.

Qing Xihuan carefully handled Zhou Yunkai's wounds, Zhou Yunkai finally regained some consciousness from the pain, looked at Zheng Ziwei in front of him, and suddenly felt very familiar.

"Zhou Lang, does it hurt. Qing Xihuan bandaged Zhou Yunkai's wounds, and wrote distressed faces.

Zhou Yunkai didn't speak, gently pushed Qing Xihuan away, and looked at Zheng Ziwei carefully.

This person is very familiar with himself, such an aura is unparalleled in the world, and the right hand is broken, it is the person Gusu has met, how can he be here, why did he listen to Xi Huan's words very clearly, when he killed, he only left a shallow blood mark, and the death of more than 40 people in his own family...... It's exactly the same, so, what's the connection?

Zhou Yunkai closed his eyes and didn't dare to think about it anymore, only the corners of his lips trembled, and he stood for a long time, and finally at the moment when the moonlight was completely covered by the floating clouds and the brilliance was hidden, his mouth opened lightly and he asked.

"The whole Zhou Mansion was brutally killed...... You did it. ”

"What?" Qing Xihuan frowned and looked at Zhou Yunkai's face in disbelief.

"Did he do it, was it your idea, wasn't it, or was it Dong Chuchen's? huh?" Zhou Yunkai looked at Qing Xihuan with fierce eyes, and stretched out his hand to choke Qing Xihuan's neck.

Zheng Ziwei stepped forward immediately, but was caught by Qing Xihuan. His eyes were extremely sad, and he sneered, "I thought we wouldn't be like this." ”

"Is it true? Princess Zhao, you and I have an enmity. Zhou Yunkai's arm trembled slightly, and his eyes were red with hatred.

Zheng Ziwei's breath around his body was already cold, but Qing Xihuan just didn't ask him to move Zhou Yunkai.

Qing Xihuan was choked by Zhou Yunkai's neck, swallowed, raised his chin, glanced at cold disgust in the corner of his eyes, and responded with difficulty.

"I don't care about it. ”

The air around the two of them condensed, like viscous honey dissolving and wrapping around their bodies, sweet, sweet, disgusting, disgusting. Is it painful?

Qing Xihuan thought that Zhou Yunkai was a small flower blooming from the thorns all over his body, and he carefully tried to hurt it, but the flower was also poisonous.

Qing Xihuan's eyes were unscrupulous, he only looked at Zhou Yunkai fixedly, without the slightest dodge, Zhou Yunkai also stared at Qing Xihuan's pupils for a long time.

"Slut, I won't let you go. Zhou Yunkai finally let go, turned around and left the Qing Mansion.

Qing Xihuan looked at Zhou Yunkai's figure, and an unprecedented sadness rushed to his heart, as if he had lost something valuable.

Zheng Ziwei was eager to catch up with Qing Xihuan and chop Zhou Yunkai into pulp, but Qing Xihuan never allowed Zheng Ziwei to attack him.

"Ziwei, you remember, don't hurt him, not a single hair, if you still think of me as your king. Qing Xihuan left in silence, which made Zheng Ziwei's heart cold for a long time, and the left hand holding the sword trembled violently.

It was no different from many ordinary nights, except that both hearts were broken to slag.

Zhou Yunkai leaned on the tree and covered his face and cried, his chest hurt so much that he couldn't breathe, and raised his left hand to look at the wisp of 'infatuation', it was given by her, why, why is it a puppy? Why is the puppy Qing Xihuan? If Qing Xihuan met himself first, how good would it be, if there was no Dong Chuchen, how good would it be......

It's just that the teary eyes are always blurry, and I didn't notice the color of the cinnabar mole, which was a little darker.

......

It was already dark, and the mandarin ducks were taken back to the Qing Mansion, the meals were withdrawn, and the wine banquet was withdrawn, leaving only the courtyard full of insects and noise filling the boring night.

The mandarin duck stepped on the broken grass and walked towards the backyard step by step, everyone was obviously asleep, the lights in the young lady's room were also turned off, and only the stables and Qingyuan's room were left with the lights.

The mandarin duck was excited, tidied up her hair and clothes, smiled and made a basin of hot water, and walked towards Qingyuan's room.

With a squeak, Qingyuan's door was pushed open, and the mandarin duck entered the room with the footwashing water as before, and closed the door.

Qingyuan lay on the bed and fell asleep, seemingly having drunk a lot.

The mandarin duck tiptoed to Qingyuan's side, and when he saw that he hadn't taken off his clothes, he rolled up his cuffs for Qingyuan's wide clothes.

As soon as he loosened his belt, he saw Qingyuan get up and pull up the sword at the head of the bed and cut it off at the mandarin duck.

"Ah!" the mandarin duck clenched his head with a loud shout, and with a loud shout, Qingyuan saw the mandarin duck's face.

"Master, it's me. The mandarin duck screamed softly and timidly, causing Qingyuan's heart to tighten, and the sword fell to the ground.

"First Lady ......"