"Female benefactor, what you pour in this wine cup is not wine, but tea"

&nb;&nb;&nb;&nb;&nb;"Bastard!" The white-clothed monk was interrupted by an angry reprimand from Huaxin, who angrily smashed the tea cup on the table and shouted angrily, "This seat said that it wants wine, who gave you the courage to use tea to fool this seat!"

&nb;&nb;&nb;&nb;&nb;"If it's this king, so what?" Shuyi walked down the flower ladder slowly with a light robe, and Xuanyuan Mo couldn't persuade him to follow behind.

&nb;&nb;&nb;&nb;What is important, in his eyes, except for the woman in front of him, there is nothing important.

&nb;&nb;&nb;&nb;&nb;Xuanyuan Mo could only follow behind and lament, they had already noticed that something was not quite right with this tavern, so they kept holding it back, intending to use the painting heart as bait to explore the bottom of this restaurant.

&nb;&nb;&nb;&nb;&nb;But when his bastard princess began to flirt with the monk in front of his son-in-law, he knew that something bad was going to happen, and sure enough, as soon as Shuyi appeared at this time, he must have been startled.

&nb;&nb;&nb;&nb;&nb;Shuyi walked to the table and stopped, waved his hand, and the guy in the tavern immediately served another pot of warm tea, he poured a cup leisurely, and handed it to Huaxin.

&nb;&nb;&nb;&nb;Huaxin squinted and finally saw him clearly, and she thought that he would say that drinking too much hurts the body, and it is not appropriate to drink too much.

&nb;&nb;&nb;&nb;&nb;But she forgot that he was a domineering and black-bellied scholar, not a gentle and jade-like light and dust.

&nb;&nb;&nb;&nb;Shuyi glared at her, his eyes were domineering and bright, as if he wanted to peel her skin and swallow her, and said in a provocative tone, "Too much wine is easy to mess with, so it's better for the princess to drink less." ”

&nb;&nb;&nb;&nb;Draw the heart," " shook his head fiercely.

&nb;&nb;&nb;&nb;&nb;Although she was drunk and confused, she was three points sober when she saw Shuyi, but her head still hurt.

&nb;&nb;&nb;&nb;&nb;Seeing Shuyi's frivolous words, she was even more annoyed in her heart, and raised her eyebrows at him with great difficulty, pretending to be stupid and crazy with the strength of wine, "What do you have to do with you if it's messed up!"

&nb;&nb;&nb;&nb;&nb;She stroking the table tremblingly, picked up the tea on the table and handed it to the lips of the white-clothed monk beside her, "Chenchen, you don't want to drink, then I'll feed you tea." ”

&nb;&nb;&nb;&nb;&nb;Before Shuyi got angry, Huaxin suddenly felt a cold wrist, and then a cold all over her body, and it was the person in front of her who snatched her tea cup, and all the tea was spilled on her face.

&nb;&nb;&nb;&nb;&nb;"Dust?" Huaxin wiped the tea on his face, and suddenly came to his senses, and when he looked up, he saw that Shuyi had already hit the white-clothed monk.

&nb;&nb;&nb;&nb;&nb;"The poor monk is saving her!"

&nb;&nb;&nb;&nb;&nb;"This king's woman, I don't need your advice!"

&nb;&nb;&nb;&nb;The white-clothed monk is obviously not Shuyi's opponent, but fortunately, his cultivation is not low, and he is not too embarrassed by the boundless Dharma.

&nb;&nb;&nb;&nb;"Stop!" Seeing that Shuyi didn't want to stop, his body flickered, flashed between the two, and glared at him angrily, "The man in this seat doesn't need your advice!"

&nb;&nb;&nb;&nb;&nb;Shuyi saw that the water stains on her face had not yet dried, so she came to protect the stinky monk who bullied her behind her, and was so angry that she reached out and took her into his arms, split the hat of the white-clothed monk with one palm, and turned her face to the monk.

&nb;&nb;&nb;&nb;Only then did the painting heart see clearly, although the monk in front of him was also born with beautiful eyebrows, but it was far less beautiful than the alluring city with light and dust.

&nb;&nb;&nb;&nb;&nb;"You're not dust. Huaxin looked at the white-clothed monk in front of him and suddenly stammered, thinking that it was okay, what was wrong with her?

&nb;&nb;&nb;&nb;No matter how drunk she is, she will not be so drunk that she will admit her mistakes and entangle herself with the light. Especially since Shuyi is still there, she can't make Shuyi angry and hurt the same dust as Light.

&nb;&nb;&nb;&nb;&nb;But what could she suddenly lose control of? Why did the thoughts in her heart grow like vines, tangled and entwined, and the branches and leaves were all his appearance?