[69 Book Bar-www.] "But, Miss... You'd better not..." However, before Xi Liu finished speaking, the wine in Mo Qingwu's hand was raised by her.
After drinking it all, I still put the wine glass in my arms and signaled that the glass was empty...
Feng Zhisu woke up at this moment, turned around suddenly, looked to the side, and there was no one, and he spread the crowd like crazy, but in the crowd, the master and servant were gone.
Traces...
He lowered his head and suddenly saw some traces on the hand that he tried his best to hide... were traces of scratching his hand inadvertently just now.
And he kept watching stupidly, as if time had frozen in time. He could never see that figure wrong. His temperament as if orchid and his cold and elegant voice, in this world, besides her, there is also a
Who can have such a beautiful and charming city? But since she has come, why don’t she be willing to show her true face? Did she really hate him? Is she hated him for everything he did to her that night
, I hate him for leaving her behind afterwards...
Really? Is this really the case? But if she really hates poison, why did she appear today? Why did she toast him and say those words of congratulations?
Not far away, Feng Moyan was wearing snow-white silk and a long white silk tied around his waist. The corner of his eyes happened to see Feng Zhisu's moment of being lost. He felt something was wrong, so he looked at the spirit beside him.
Yun gave a wink, Ling Yun understood, avoided the noisy crowd, and hurried away...
But they didn't notice that under the cherry tree, Feng Qianjue, wearing a pink satin shirt, was standing under the tree. Looking at their weird behavior, he smiled slightly, his eyebrows were picturesque, and his lips were as colored as cherry blossoms.
Skin color is as snow, delicate facial features, a few strands of purple hair on the forehead move with the wind, the lilac eyes are hiding with the clearness and charm, the corners of the eyes are frivolous, as if they are not careful, they can attract people's souls and beauties
To the extreme.
Immediately afterwards, he shook his sleeves charmingly and disappeared in an instant, leaving only the dancing rosemary, which was still attracting countless wealthy ladies who are famous and noble, keep moving forward...
The same moment.
The evening breeze blows, and the heart is cool.
Mo Qingwu escaped from the lively palace and walked to the relatively secluded garden. The evening breeze was constantly, but the cold feeling made her feel a little dazed and clear.
It is already impossible, so what is the point of no matter how extravagant you hope?
Mo Qingwu walked along the shimmering lakeside, with golden jade beads all over her head, and the wind wiping through the leaves made a rustling sound. She slowly calmed down her thrilling heart and tried to make herself forget the depressed one she had just been suppressed.
At a wedding, focus all your attention on the scenery in front of you.
But she couldn't do it.
Tonight is Feng Zhisu's wedding, and it is also a wedding night. All she could think of was that under the influence of ambiguous red, he and Jun Yanran sat opposite each other and drank wine, and then fell down lingeringly, infinitely
Spring night.
Those sweet whispers and promises in his ears will be accompanied by his wedding, turning into air and disappearing without a trace.
She stared at the lake blankly, and suddenly the water mist was blurred in front of her. She closed her eyes and immediately felt a line of warm and moist things slipping across her cheeks. She reached out to wipe it. There was a large area on the back of her hand, all of which were soaked.
Bitter taste.
She leaned under a tree along the lake, bit her lips hard, and pressed her back on her eyes, but there were still constant drops of water sliding down from her fingertips, warm and with a strong sadness.
Mo Qingwu always thought that she could care nothing. When she had a falling out with Jun Ruleue, she never felt so sad. But now, she suddenly felt that she was hopeless and her heart was as dark as if she was dead.
When did he actually become deeply rooted in his own psychology, so unforgettable that he could not stop.
Is it that when he met for the first time, he mistakenly regarded her as her and announced in public that "she is the future second imperial concubine"? Or, when he met for the second time, he bandaged her so gently and kindly reminded her, "No matter whether it is a dragon." Biman is still Chen Wanyi. No matter which one you offend, you will never have a good life in the future.” Or, it was the third time he met, and he still mistakenly regarded her as her, and under the urging of Hehuansan and drunkenness, He asked her roughly, and then he left cruelly...
"Touch!" The sound of porcelain being smashed sounded from afar.
Mo Qingwu was suddenly shocked, pressed his palm on the village trunk, and slowly turned around... In the darkness, the decadent figure sitting on the village branch not far away seemed even more lonely, and There was a porcelain bottle that was smashed to pieces on the ground, which seemed to be a wine can.
Mo Qingwu wiped away the sourness of her eyes and saw clearly that the man was covered in red silk like fire. Although she didn't see her appearance directly, she could guess who it was.
How could it be... so coincidental? At this time, shouldn't he be with the bride in the bridal chamber?
Mo Qingwu didn't dare to make too much noise. She held her breath for a long time before slowly lifting her phoenix-tail-like skirt and trying to leave quietly from the side.
"Hula!" The branches trembled suddenly, and the figure above instantly turned into red lightning and struck in front of Long Yihuang, which scared her.
Intercepted by a sudden figure, Mo Qingwu subconsciously stepped back. When she saw clearly it was Feng Zhisu, her voice was a little hoarse, and she had to whisper: "Second Prince? Why are you here... not going to accompany the bride Is it a son?"
Feng Zhisu did not answer directly. He approached Mo Qingwu. Mo Qingwu smelled the strong smell of alcohol on his body, just like that night, and felt a little panic in his heart, and retreated again: "Second Prince, you drink a lot." It's... "
She suddenly couldn't retreat any longer, and she had already pressed against the tree trunk behind her. Looking at Feng Zhisu who was approaching her without saying a word, she quickly turned around and was about to escape, but her wrist was locked vigorously. The whole body was pulled back. As soon as she turned around, she immediately bumped into something. Her lips hurt. She stepped back a little longer, but the thing refused to let her go, and immediately pressed towards her, not very gentle. Her lips.
"Feng...Feng Zhisu!" His rudeness made her feel pain, not only her body, but even more nerves. Mo Qingwu broke away from him with force, and her eyes were already crying red and swollen, staring at him: "Wake up to me! a little!"
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