But Mu Qingya discovered that Yan Buhuan didn't seem to be there, her delicate brows were condensed together, and she wanted to stretch her neck to take a look. This scene fell in Zheng Ming's eyes, which immediately aroused the man's displeasure.
Zheng Ming has been in a bad mood since she started fooling around, and now that the show is over, she still doesn't know how to restrain herself.
The same goes for Ni Jun. His Yuxing used to be so well-behaved, but he had never seen her speak loudly in public, and tonight she actually helped Yan Buhuan lie.
It's true... people who are close to ink are dark, and those who are close to vermilion are red. She can never be allowed to mix with Yan Buhuan again.
"Still not leaving?" Zheng Ming warned coldly.
Mu Qingya immediately put aside her curiosity like a young daughter-in-law and followed Zheng Ming slowly.
Ni Jun did the same, holding Ni Yuxing's hand and leaving slowly.
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The restaurant is brightly lit at night, the dancers dance gracefully, swaying gracefully, and the melodious silk and bamboo music sounds rhythmically, and the guests in the audience cheer frequently.
The manager carefully carried two bottles of wine up the stairs and sent them to the VIP room on the second floor. Two burly men stood at the door. The shopkeeper shrank his shoulders and hurriedly handed the wine bottles up.
In front of the supervisor, the sturdy man took out two silver needles and tested the poison one by one. After confirming that they were all fine, he said to the supervisor: "Go down."
"Yes, yes, yes." The shopkeeper wiped away the cold sweat and did not dare to spy on who was sitting in the room.
After delivering the wine, the sturdy man quickly exited and stood guard at the door like a door god.
The room is isolated from the noise of the outside world.
Chu Yan was sitting at the end of the table. After he became an emperor, he already showed a bit of domineering. The person sitting opposite him was wearing night clothes, with one foot on the stool and one hand holding a wine bottle.
: "What are you looking at? Drinking."
The young emperor quickly reacted, imitating the other party's example, and took a big sip from the wine flask.
After finishing the drink, he bumped the frail scholar-like man next to him with his elbow: "Hey, why don't you drink?"
Xuanyuan Ci seemed to have woken up from a dream, pouring out the liquid from the wine flask and sipping it in small sips. This behavior made Chu Yan very unhappy.
How could a grown man be so effeminate? Seeing that his eyes were red and he seemed to be about to cry, Chu Yan took a deep breath.
"Taifu, what happened to you tonight?" After the wedding banquet, as soon as I returned to the palace, I found a man in black standing there. I thought it was an assassin at first, but after I saw it clearly, I realized it was Yan Buhuan. Suddenly
I was shocked by her unusual dress.
Yan Buhuan stood there motionless and asked numbly: "Chu Yan, are you full?"
He wanted to say that she was full, but when he noticed the redness in her eyes, he said something against his will: "Nothing."
"Would you like to go out to eat with me?"
"oh."
Chu Yan did not bring any concubines with him when he came, so there was no women's clothing for Yan Buhuan to change into. He had to wear a night clothes and get on the carriage to leave the palace. Unexpectedly, he met Xuanyuan Ci on the way. He also looked lost. Yan Buhuan said nothing.
Just recruit him into the car, and the three of them will kill here together.
Then there's the drinking.
No one spoke during this period.
What's wrong? Yan Buhuan raised her head slowly. She also wanted to know what happened to her and why she felt heartache.
I got the "Purple Wall Treasure Mirror" and successfully completed the task. This should be a happy thing, but why do I feel empty in my heart?
