The imperial city of Cheonan Kingdom is solemn, and under the dark sky, warm yellow lanterns are hung in an orderly manner along the palace road, gently swaying with the wind of the summer night.

In the imperial study, there are beautiful sounds from time to time, and there are occasional sounds of women laughing.

Meng Qinghe was not interested in the old emperor's evening activities, she came today to find Xiyu.

This is a succubus that gives people a headache.

When Meng Qinghe appeared in the imperial study, the gray-haired old emperor was disheveled, without the air of an emperor, and more like a bad old man who was greedy and greedy.

Xiyu's waist was swinging, smiling again and again, and when she saw Meng Qinghe walking out from behind Bogujia, she only showed a slight look of surprise, and immediately continued to entangle with the old emperor.

Meng Qinghe found a clean Taishi chair and sat down in the mess, waiting for the rain over there to finish.

The shadow of the musician shook on the curtains, and the contours of his face did not change in the slightest, thinking that he had long been numb to the absurdity of the things here.

There was a sweet incense in the room, and the old emperor was on the rise, and he didn't notice that there were more people in the room...... Fainted.

Xiyu fished out a piece of carmine tulle and wrapped it in front of him, walked barefoot to the table, picked up the wine jug, and poured a few sips of elixir and jade liquid with his head up.

Wine stains ran down her smooth chin all the way, soaking the satin, and people's eyes couldn't help but linger in that place.

The vocal music outside was stopped, the shadow on the curtain was lowered, and the musician seemed to be asleep, and no longer made a sound.

"Qinghe, long time no see."

Only then did Xiyu twist his waist with the wine jug and walk in front of Meng Qinghe, "Do you want to taste the wine in this palace?" ”

Meng Qinghe got up to avoid Xiyu, who was leaning closer, "I didn't come today to ask you for a drink." ”

"You've changed." Xiyu covered her mouth and smiled, "Meng Qinghe, who is drunk in Qinghe Town, can hold back when he sees the wine, what have you experienced in the past year or so?" ”

"It doesn't matter what I've been through, it's ...... It's time for you to get out of here. ”

"Get out of here?" Xiyu seemed to hear a joke, "There is a saying in the human race, it is easy to go from thrift to luxury, and it is difficult to go from luxury to thrift, I finally came to the imperial capital from the ravine of Lianzhilin, is it possible that you want me to go back to Lianzhilin again?" ”

"It's a matter of where to go, but if you insist on staying here, you will soon lose your life."

Xiyu twisted his waist and leaned on the royal case, "The prince who came to the palace today, I said how did I look like where I had seen it, and when I saw you at this moment, I remembered that he was the one who appeared in the drunken dream house on the night I left Qinghe Town?" ”

"It's him." Meng Qinghe stared at the celadon wine jug poured on the sandalwood table, the clear wine flowed from the slender spout, leaving a shallow puddle of wine stains on the table, and the wine stains dripped down the edge of the table to the ground.

It's as if time has passed.

It's been more than a year, and Qinghe Town is still the same Qinghe Town, but all the people have changed.

Or, they are like that, and the so-called change is just getting along with each other, peeling off their disguise little by little.

The delicate and gorgeous suitcase may also contain coarse linen clothes, even if it is silk and satin, after a long time, it may not be full of lice.

People's hearts, after all, cannot be looked at closely.

"It's him......" Xiyu's delicate cheeks were covered with a faint cloud of sorrow, "At that time, I said that he was by no means a good person, and I didn't want him to chase him to this imperial capital. ”

"If he wants to kill you, you have no way to live."

Xiyu looked Meng Qinghe up and down, "You came to the imperial capital with him?" ”

"Yes."

"You're together?"

At this time, she still had thoughts and gossip, Meng Qinghe became impatient, and asked in a cold voice: "I just ask if you can go?" ”

"I naturally don't want to go, what do you want in this palace, there are many people, just hang the old life of the dog emperor, I have a free life, and ah, the prince has a deep love for me, even if the old emperor dies, I can still be happy."

There are quite a lot of people in the palace, and there are even more worthless ones, which is most conducive to the cultivation of succubi.

When the old people saw each other, there were more words about the rain, which was quite ostentatious, "Qinghe, do you know? The prince not only has a good skin, but he is even more desperate for me, he likes to lie on my lap the most, listen to me tell all kinds of strange legends, I always look forward to him entering the palace, as long as he is willing, I can let him sit on the throne at any time, let him live happily with me. ”

"Your days are coming to an end."

"Oh, I haven't seen you for more than a year, how did Qinghe and you get separated from me?" Xiyu jumped off the imperial case, twisted to Meng Qinghe's side, leaned on his whole body, and exhaled in her ear, "Since he is your friend, you can help me persuade him and let him let me go." ”

"Do you know his identity?"

"No matter what his identity is, he is not reduced to your courtier." Xiyu's white fingers put on Meng Qinghe's slender waist, her tone was ambiguous, and her hand pulled her belt dishonestly.

A cold light flashed in Meng Qinghe's eyes, and he grabbed Xiyu's hand and threw it away.

The rain is like a weak willow facing the wind, and it falls softly on the floor mat embroidered with intricate ornaments.

"He is the master of the Yunshan faction, subduing demons and subduing demons, and he is never merciful."

Xiyu was slightly stunned when she heard this, obviously she didn't expect that this time it was a hard stubble.

But she quickly returned to her usual charming posture, lying on the mat with the back of her hands on her cheeks, staring at Meng Qinghe with her eyes hooked, "I heard that the master of the Yunshan Sect is a master with a cold personality, how did Qinghe pull him into this rolling red dust?" ”

Meng Qinghe's patience ran out, and she sighed, "Xiyu, I gave you a chance." ”

"What do you mean by this?" Xiyu frowned slightly, "If I don't leave the palace, you will let him kill me?" ”

"Nope." Meng Qinghe walked to Xiyu and squatted down, imitated her waves, stretched out his fingers and stroked her crimson cheeks after the affair, "You and him, we won't meet." ”

Xiyu smiled: "Are you going to knock me out and take me away?" ”

Meng Qinghe's fingers slid over the corners of Xiyu's lips, from the side of her neck to her collarbone, lingering there.

Meng Qinghe leaned over and leaned closer to Xiyu's ear, "Did I tell you my identity?" ”

"Aren't you a wine seller in Qinghe Town?" Xiyu went to catch Meng Qinghe's hand, and for some reason, she was a little panicked in her heart.

"I'm naturally a wine seller in Qinghe Town." Meng Qinghe raised his eyebrows, "The wine I sell is the best wine in the world, aren't you also attracted by my wine?" ”

Xiyu's hand clasped Meng Qinghe's wrist, but she couldn't remove Meng Qinghe's hand from her collarbone, she finally sensed that something was wrong, "Who are you?" ”

"I'm just like you...... Not people. ”

Xiyu panicked, "You...... I'm leaving, I'm leaving the palace, I'm leaving the palace now! ”

Meng Qinghe's fingers effortlessly climbed up Xiyu's neck and whispered in her ear, "You don't have a chance anymore." ”

As if to say: it's time for you to sleep.

From the fact that she knew Ye Jibai's identity, and from the time she asked Meng Qinghe how he pulled Ye Jibai into the red dust, she had no chance.

There is no threat of oppression, but in Xiyu's ears, it is undoubtedly announcing her death sentence.

"Why?" The wine jug in Xiyu's hand fell, and he broke Meng Qinghe's hand with both hands, and kicked hard with both feet on the mat.

"I said that you can't meet him, it doesn't matter if he kills you or not."

As the night wore on, the heat of the day was gradually dissipating, and the wind blowing in from the window was a little cool.

Soon, the rain was pouring down, and it was swept into the imperial study by the wind, and the curtains fluttered, and the candlelight fluttered.

The old emperor lay on the dragon couch and snorted, turned over and fell asleep again.

Meng Qinghe's fingers tightened suddenly, his wrist twisted, and there was a crisp sound.

"Since you know that the master of the Yunshan Sect has a cold temperament, you should naturally guess how I pulled him into the rolling red dust."

If you don't want to leave the palace, then you will be buried here, okay?

Meng Qinghe crushed Xiyu's demon pill, carried her to the dragon couch, and put the old emperor's finger on her neck, looking like the old emperor strangled Xiyu to death.

Naturally, no one believed this, Meng Qinghe was just to scare the old emperor when he woke up.

Xiyu's slender and white arms hung limply to the ground, and the vermilion kodan on the fingertips seemed to be sprinkled on the floor mat.

Meng Qinghe took one last look at the stormy imperial study, then turned around and disappeared into the darkness.