"But it's good to be with the person you like, but if that person doesn't like you, why do you still like him? Unrequited love will only make you sad." This is Su Yang's understanding of love. After traveling thousands of miles to a foreign country,
Just for the so-called love, it's really stupid
"Haha, you are too rational. Feelings cannot be calculated and measured." Yuchi Xianying smiled bitterly and shook her head.
"No, everything has its price, it's just whether you can afford the price."
"You don't understand, you really don't understand, haha..." Yuchi Xianying poured another bowl
"You are drunk." Drunk people always talk nonsense. Fortunately, she is not drunk, but she wants to be drunk again. What will she say when she is drunk?
"I'm not drunk. Come on, let's dance the sword." After saying that, he broke off a branch and started dancing. Sword dancing is a good way to vent his anger.
Mo Yang suddenly sighed with a rare emotion. She was still the fiery woman in red in the past, but now there was a touch of sadness between her eyebrows. The royal family is really a place where a person can change in an instant.
Mo Yang also broke a branch, started dancing, picked up a wine pot, took a sip, and said: "If you don't see it, the water of the Yellow River comes up from the sky, and rushes to the sea and never returns. If you don't see it, the mirror in the high hall will be sad and white,
The morning is like blue silk and the evening is like snow.”
When Yuchi Xianying heard this, her blood suddenly boiled. She hadn't felt this way for a long time. She quickly turned over and cut off a plum blossom, running wildly like a wild horse.
"If you are happy in life, you must enjoy it to the fullest. Don't let the gold bottle empty to the moon. My talents will be useful. After all the gold is gone, it will come back..."
Two silhouettes are particularly dazzling in the dark night, the one in red is enchanting, and the one in black is evil.
"...I will exchange my call for fine wine, and share my eternal sorrow with you."
"Good wine, good poetry..., haha" Yuchi Xianying smiled foolishly, with a teardrop falling from the corner of his eye.
Mo Yang said again: "You are drunk."
"No, I'm really not drunk. I'm very sober. I've never been sober before..." Still smiling, but uglier than crying.
"Stop drinking, too much alcohol is harmful to your health."
"Let me drink, I really want to get drunk, I'm tired..., maybe you're right..." He became softer and quieter, and finally fell down with a pop.
At this time, Bei Yeling walked into Fengling Hall angrily
"See your Majesty," Mo Yang bowed slightly and said calmly.
"Mo Ai Qing, what's your explanation?" Bei Yeling sneered, on the eve of the storm