"..."

For a time, the hall was filled with people drinking wine and congratulating each other.

The corners of his lips were slightly raised, and Xuanyuan Moye, who had always been invisible, smiled faintly, and turned the wine glass in his hand carelessly, with a faint blue flashing in his clear eyes.

It was indeed a good day. This time he could kill two birds with one stone. With a scapegoat, he no longer had to worry about this marriage.

Thinking of this, Xuanyuan Moxie was in a very good mood. He poured a glass of wine by himself, and drank it in one gulp while enjoying the aroma of the wine.

But between raising his eyebrows, he encountered two sinister eyes, warm and cold, Xuanyuan Moye just smiled faintly and raised his glass to Nangong Yi opposite.

Still looking indifferent, Nangong Yi picked up the wine glass and made an invitation gesture to Xuanyuan Moxie, then ignored him.

This man is definitely not that simple!

The moonlight is hazy and the breeze blows on my face.

Yongyi Mansion at night lost its bright colors and fell into a deep silence, like a pool of stagnant water, with the occasional "rustling" of the wind.

Under the bright light, a man dressed in crescent white stood in the wind, looking at the stars in the sky, his amber eyes gradually becoming hollow.

The sky is still the same sky, the stars remain unchanged, only time flies by, leaving only the desolate changes in things and people.

Luo Shang was leaning against the tree trunk, holding her most cherished guzheng tightly in her arms, and her fingers casually swept across the strings, playing a sweet tune.

After so many years, the world has changed. She is still her, but he is no longer him. Is this torture still meaningful?

Thousands of years of wounds have long since turned into cocoons.

After searching and chasing for so many years, she ruined his happiness and her own achievements in life.

In his hand, a dazzling light gradually condensed. The cyan light was eerie and terrifying at night, and there was a bloodthirsty and murderous aura in the transparent beads.

"Consort, be careful, there are steps ahead~"

Not far away, the nervous voice of a servant suddenly came.

When Luo Shang heard this, he immediately put away the beads in his hand. When he turned around, he vaguely saw An Yongwen walking through the garden being supported by his servants.

Her cheeks were slightly red, her eyes were blurred, and the smell of alcohol was lifted by the breeze, carrying a faint fragrance of flowers.

"Why did the prince-in-law drink so much wine today, and why did he not let the palace guards escort him back?"

Seeing An Yongwen's unsteady steps, the servants couldn't help but frowned and asked.

"The emperor was happy today, so he rewarded me with a few more glasses of wine. It doesn't matter. I'll wake up in a while."

Waving his hand, An Yongwen turned around and ran into those two affectionate eyes. His white clothes were fluttering, and he couldn't help but be slightly startled.

"Consort, what's wrong?"

Seeing An Yongwen temporarily losing his virginity, the servants couldn't help but follow his gaze, but it seemed to be empty.

"Let's go, I want to see the princess!"

Closing his eyes, An Yongwen took a deep breath and faded the figure in his mind little by little.

What doesn’t belong doesn’t belong after all.

Even if I look back suddenly, she will always be behind me.

Holding his robe in hand, An Yongwen's lips slowly filled with a sneer, and he stumbled and pushed open the red lacquered wooden door.

A hint of musk greets you.

"Prince-in-law, why are you so drunk?"

The maid holding the lamp in the hall turned around in response and saw An Yongwen walking in with a swaying figure, his cheeks flushed.

"Where's the princess? Is she already asleep?"

Holding on to the door frame, An Yongwen's eyes were blurred, and he shook his head, superimposing several shadows in front of him. "..."

For a time, the hall was filled with people drinking wine and congratulating each other.

The corners of his lips were slightly raised, and Xuanyuan Moye, who had always been invisible, smiled faintly, and turned the wine glass in his hand carelessly, with a faint blue flashing in his clear eyes.

It was indeed a good day. This time he could kill two birds with one stone. With a scapegoat, he no longer had to worry about this marriage.

Thinking of this, Xuanyuan Moxie was in a very good mood. He poured a glass of wine by himself, and drank it in one gulp while enjoying the aroma of the wine.

But between raising his eyebrows, he encountered two sinister eyes, warm and cold, Xuanyuan Moye just smiled faintly and raised his glass to Nangong Yi opposite.

Still looking indifferent, Nangong Yi picked up the wine glass and made an invitation gesture to Xuanyuan Moxie, then ignored him.

This man is definitely not that simple!

The moonlight is hazy and the breeze blows on my face.

Yongyi Mansion at night lost its bright colors and fell into a deep silence, like a pool of stagnant water, with the occasional "rustling" of the wind.

Under the bright light, a man dressed in crescent white stood in the wind, looking at the stars in the sky, his amber eyes gradually becoming hollow.

The sky is still the same sky, the stars remain unchanged, only time flies by, leaving only the desolate changes in things and people.

Luo Shang was leaning against the tree trunk, holding her most cherished guzheng tightly in her arms, and her fingers casually swept across the strings, playing a sweet tune.

After so many years, the world has changed. She is still her, but he is no longer him. Is this torture still meaningful?

Thousands of years of wounds have long since turned into cocoons.

After searching and chasing for so many years, she ruined his happiness and her own achievements in life.

In his hand, a dazzling light gradually condensed. The cyan light was eerie and terrifying at night, and there was a bloodthirsty and murderous aura in the transparent beads.

"Consort, be careful, there are steps ahead~"

Not far away, the nervous voice of a servant suddenly came.

When Luo Shang heard this, he immediately put away the beads in his hand. When he turned around, he vaguely saw An Yongwen walking through the garden being supported by his servants.

Her cheeks were slightly red, her eyes were blurred, and the smell of alcohol was lifted by the breeze, carrying a faint fragrance of flowers.

"Why did the prince-in-law drink so much wine today, and why did he not let the palace guards escort him back?"

Seeing An Yongwen's unsteady steps, the servants couldn't help but frowned and asked.

"The emperor was happy today, so he rewarded me with a few more glasses of wine. It doesn't matter. I'll wake up in a while."

Waving his hand, An Yongwen turned around and ran into those two affectionate eyes. His white clothes were fluttering, and he couldn't help but be slightly startled.

"Consort, what's wrong?"

Seeing An Yongwen temporarily losing his virginity, the servants couldn't help but follow his gaze, but it seemed to be empty.

"Let's go, I want to see the princess!"

Closing his eyes, An Yongwen took a deep breath and faded the figure in his mind little by little.

What doesn’t belong doesn’t belong after all.

Even if I look back suddenly, she will always be behind me.

Holding his robe in hand, An Yongwen's lips slowly filled with a sneer, and he stumbled and pushed open the red lacquered wooden door.

A hint of musk greets you.

"Prince-in-law, why are you so drunk?"

The maid holding the lamp in the hall turned around in response and saw An Yongwen walking in with a swaying figure, his cheeks flushed.

"Where's the princess? Is she already asleep?"
Chapter completed!