Yu sat with her eyes down, looking at the exquisite food in front of her, and raised her hand to get the wine jug on the table.

Gradually, the wine came to her head, and she looked up at the young man to the right of His Majesty.

He was looking at her, and when his eyes met, he frowned slightly, as if to say, don't drink, you're drunk.

A soft hand held a glass of wine and brought it to the young man's lips, not knowing what to say with a smile.

He withdrew his gaze, took the princess's glass of wine, and drank it in one gulp.

There was a sudden cramp in her stomach, and she wanted to gag, but she propped her elbows on the table and raised her hands to cover her mouth.

The swaying gaze suddenly touched the cold snow.

Only then did she see that the person sitting on His Majesty's left side was Xie Xiang.

He sat on an extremely high seat, and his engraved face was faintly lonely.

After bowing their heads to each other, she stood up, looked for an inconspicuous place of light, and walked out of the main hall.

The original intention was to breathe.

But as soon as she smelled the sweet air, she didn't want to go back to the feast.

She walked slowly, holding the hand of the velvet flower, but she still walked staggeringly.

It's almost impossible to tell the difference between the east and the west.

The translucent panes fall squarely on the bluestone slabs.

She looked at the hall through the window paper, and happened to see the timeless side face, as if it was stained with book and ink.

After a while, she retracted her gaze and said with Ronghua: "Let's go home." ”

Yuwei stood outside the palace gate waiting for the carriage, and the clear voice like tea behind her came faintly.

"But drunk?"

Yuwei was slightly surprised, and turned her head to see that Xie Xiangzheng was standing behind her, dressed in a white coat, looking at her with concern.

She said, "A little." ”

The flush on his cheeks couldn't hide it, he smiled, and said, "Go back and use some hangover soup." ”

"Okay."

She answered, took a handkerchief from her sleeve, handed it to him, and said, "I have washed it." ”

He took it and put it back in his sleeve, and the figure in front of him shook, and when he reacted, his hand was holding her arm, and the posture was too intimate.

As if electrocuted, he withdrew his hand and said, "Go back quickly." ”

The silhouette of the person in front of her swayed, she held the hand of the velvet flower, and heard someone calling her.

"Shen Yuwei!"

Seeing that she didn't look at him, he shouted again, his tone a little aggravated.

"Shen Yuwei!"

Xie Xiang turned to the side to look and saw Lang Jun in black striding here.

——

In a small space, Yuwei was forced into a corner.

His right wrist was clamped by him and froze in mid-air.

The intimate hugging scene flashed repeatedly, and he asked with an unkind face: "What is the relationship between you and Xie Xiang?" ”

Somehow, she was suddenly not so afraid of death, and Yuwei deliberately angered him: "As you can see! ”

The gloomy face in front of him suddenly became calm, and he smiled angrily, with sarcasm in his eyes.

The clamp in his hand suddenly loosened, and the young man pulled out the short sword at his waist and threw it forward!

The blade sank three inches into the plank at the side of her neck.

"Ahh

She put her head in her hands and squeezed a short scream out of her throat.

The oppression of dying was torn off by the teenager.

It is scissor-shaped and is buckled behind the back.

He held her down and pushed her against the inner wall of the carriage, his hard chest grinding against her soft bulge.

Her dark eyes were heavy, the corners of her lips contained a faint gentle smile, and she swallowed nervously as her arms crossed her neck.

The hilt of the sword was gripped and slowly tilted towards the neck, and the bloody blade was pressed against the skin as white as milk.

He murmured, "But remember what I said, if you lie to me, I will definitely cut your neck." ”

The tip of his nose touched each other, he rubbed it gently, his eyes were a little injured, and he looked at her and said lightly: "I really don't want to kill you, but why are you so disobedient." ”

"Shen Yuwei..."

He lowered his long eyelashes and said in a low voice, "Say hello to my mother concubine for me." ”

Jiu Yiden woke up more than halfway, Yuwei was overwhelmed, and she said urgently: "Jiang Yu! You're the one who broke your promise first! As I said, if you are sincere, I am sincere! ”

"But what about you! Your Majesty gives you a marriage! Why don't you say no! ”

"I will never serve a husband with her!"

"I'm marrying Qi Yan! Marry Xie Xiang! I will never marry you! ”

A rage, followed by a wash of wine.

The boy opened his eyes, looked at her in disbelief, and then laughed.

He said, "Are you deliberately angry with me? ”

"How come I didn't smell such a sour vinegar smell." He was a little annoyed.

"I am the only one who thinks about you, how can I marry someone else."

He let go of his hand, pulled out the sword from the plank and put it away, his hand moving.

"Qi Yan... Xie Xiang—" He stared at her, smiling word by word, his gaze a little meaningful.

He said: "Shen Yuwei, you can only marry me, no one other than me, don't even think about it, if you don't marry someone else, I will kill him... and you. ”

His wrist was red, and he was gently rubbed by the young man with his palms together.

She was a little confused about the situation and asked, "What about the princess..."

"Don't think about it, I'll only marry you in this life."

The boy didn't look up, only rubbed her wrist, and his tone was solemn that was hard to ignore.

So, she believed.