Shangguan Mo frowned. The wine gourd in his hand had fallen into the woman's hand. When the bottle cap was opened, the strong fragrance of wine spread in the air. People were drunk before drinking.

The next second, the woman had already jumped on the roof with a neat wind. Shangguan Mo's mouth turned aside and asked Feng Ling, who was holding the child, to live in a low house. He carried two jars of wine with Huangfu Yuqing and jumped onto the roof. The two sat side by side, and the man's frown still did not let go.

"Women should drink less alcohol..." Shangguan Mo's low voice ejaculated.

"Shangguan Mo, let's take a sip." Huangfu Yuqing's lips curled a cold smile, looked at the man's handsome side profile with his side, and raised his hand to drink a large gulp of the wine. The clear white jade was filled with a bright red, enchanting, and the mellow wine entered his throat. It was neither strong nor choking, with a erratic and vivid wine, full of the romantic charm of peach blossoms.

A sip of white wine entered his throat, and a warm current rushed straight from his abdomen. Huangfu Yuqing didn't realize that her cheeks were slightly hot. The light and mellow mellow slowly came back to her inexplicable sourness, lingering in her limbs and bones. The wine was sober that it was so heart-warming.

Shangguan Mo remained silent, picked up a jar of wine and drank it heavily. He left his head and didn't look at the woman again. His furrowed eyebrows still did not loosen. His deep and dark pupils seemed to be thinking about something.

Seeing the man being silent, Huangfu Yuqing smiled and slowly turned his head toward the night sky. At the same time, he raised his hand and sipped his mouth lightly, saying lightly: "Shangguan Mo, what do you mean? After drinking a few sips of wine, he showed it to me. It would be too petty! Don't forget that I am your savior..."

Upon hearing this, Shangguan Mo slowly looked at the woman sideways, and a meaningful light flashed through his deep eyes: "I, Shangguan Mo, is such a stingy person? I was about to ask you, how do you plan to settle the brothers of the Qinglong Gang? If you continue like this and do nothing, I can't explain to my brothers..."

Hearing this, Huangfu Yuqing's bright water eyes flashed through a ray of light. The gourd wine pot lightly set against his lips, the light glow flew on his cheeks, and the starry eyes looked at the man slightly, but there was a clear flow in his eyes. The hazy smile seemed like a fantasy and real, reflected in the bright silver moonlight, he looked at the man and raised his eyebrows and smiled, and said softly: "I was just about to talk to you about this, so let's drink and chat while taking advantage of the interest tonight."

After saying that, the wine pot in the woman's hand took the initiative to touch the man's wine jar, and a crisp bang in the quiet dark night. Shangguan Mo's deep eyes were slightly stunned, and his brows gradually relaxed. The woman was very excited and he no longer stopped him.

"I just sit among the flowers when I wake up, and I still come to sleep under the flowers when I get drunk. I wake up and half drunk day after day, and the flowers bloom and fall year after year. Shangguan Mo, how do I read my poem?" Huangfu Yuqing drank again, and the laughter like a silver bell rippling in the air.

"I am a rough man. I don't know what to recite poems and write, and I can't say it's good or bad." Shangguan Mo cleared his throat unnaturally and replied lightly: "But it sounds good, it's quite rhyme..."

His words also amused Huangfu Yuqing. He couldn't help but look the man up and down again, and joked with a slight joke: "Shangguan Mo, I said he is a rough man, but I looked at him... I think you are quite elegant! There is a question that I always want to ask you, why do you always like to wear masks? I originally thought the fetal marks on your other half of your face, but I didn't expect that he was so handsome? Then why did you still cover your face?"

"I have been walking too much at night, and I am always afraid of meeting ghosts. If I say I just want to leave a way out for myself, do you believe it?" Shangguan Mo's face was as calm as water, and his voice was also unremitting. Such a calm appearance really makes people unable to guess the credibility of his words.

Huangfu Yuqing narrowed his eyes and curled his lips and disbelief. While the watery eyes were fixed towards the sky, their emotions suddenly plummeted and became deeper in an instant. Another familiar handsome man appeared in her mind inexplicably. She shook her head and brushed her sleeves to sway the face in her mind, but she felt that her chest was so spicy that it was so spicy that she had drunk before. She was so spicy that she had a layer of mist that was stained with mist and turned into tears.

Shangguan Mo glanced sideways inadvertently and saw the mist in the woman's watery eyes. Her deep pupils were slightly stunned. The wine jar in her hand suddenly fell on the green tiles on the roof, and she said in a low voice: "Are you crying?"

Huangfu Yuqing raised her lips slightly, and she smiled relaxedly and raised the wine pot and said, "Come on, let's drink again, and I won't go back tonight..."

Shangguan Mo pushed her away and touched her wine pot. Junyan suddenly became dark and stared at her Xiuyan expressionlessly, and said in a low voice: "I think you are drunk, so you'd better go back to your room to rest..."

While speaking, the man's thick palm snatched the gourd wine pot from the woman's hand like a strong gust of wind. Most of the wine pots were there before, but now there was nothing left when the shaking sounded. The woman had already drunk a lot of it.

A cool breeze blew, Huangfu Yuqing felt a little dizzy in her head. Shangguan Mo stopped her and she could not resist in time. However, she frowned unhappily and said unhappily: "I'm not drunk, let's continue drinking. I won't be drunk tonight..."

"Even if you are drunk, where can you go?" Shangguan Mo asked coldly: "A woman, she still runs around with her children when it gets dark. You are really brave."

Huangfu Yuqing grinned and said silly. The man said it was indeed correct. The wine was sweet but had a strong momentum. At this moment, the momentum was really coming. She felt that her head became dizzy, and her hands and feet gradually became weak and weak. Even her usually clever tongue seemed to have become a little knotted and out of control.

The woman stroked her tongue and said in a slightly drunken voice: "Shangguan Mo, who are you talking to? I am your master... the new palace lord of Qinglong Palace."

"Now there is no such gang as Qinglong Palace in the world. You can continue to have your dream of spring and autumn. As long as you wake up, you will think about how to settle the brothers of the past..." Shangguan Mo shook his head helplessly, with his long arms hooked up, and his strong arms had already lifted up the woman's petite body, and he jumped and landed steadily on the ground.

Huangfu Yuqing was dizzy and half-squinted, without the strength to resist, and her mind became heavier and heavier. Until the end, she couldn't hear clearly what the man said, and let her strong arms carry her, and finally got into the warm bed.

………Susu’s gorgeous dividing line……………

Shangguan Mo settled the woman and frowned and came out of the room. Feng Ling followed closely. In order not to squeeze into the master and the little prince, she decided to leave the room for some breath.

Hearing the footsteps behind him, Shangguan Mo looked back and glanced at her: "What are you doing with me?"

"Brother Shangguan, you gave the room to the princess and the little prince. Then you have no place to sleep this night. Anyway, you are idle. Why not drink with you? It's better for me to drink some wine and your body can warm up..." Feng Ling rubbed his little hands and chuckled. The heavy coldness at night was real, but more importantly, the rich aroma of wine that had not yet dissipated in the air made her saliva and the greed in her belly seemed to be hooked out.

Shangguan Mo was slightly stunned, then narrowed his eyes and said, "Little girl, it sounds like you have some alcohol content and how much can you drink..."

Feng Ling smiled, rubbed his little hands and jumped onto the roof, picked up another jar of unopened wine, and chuckled: "How much can you drink... It's hard to say, I haven't tried the depth yet. If Brother Shangguan has enough wine here, we might as well try it."

The woman's tender little face was slightly lowered, staring at the man under the low house, her pink little face exuding pure and cute playfulness. Before Shangguan Mo could speak, the woman had already held the wine jar and drank it in big mouthfuls, as if she had been drought for a long time. She breathed a sigh of satisfaction from the bottom of her throat: "It's really a good wine!"

A smile flashed in Shangguan Mo's eyes, but before the smile could spread in his eyes, he suddenly calmed down in the next second, and suddenly turned around, his sharp and cold voice emanated: "Since you are here, why should you hide? Come out--"

The dark night was clear, and Feng Ling, who was sitting on the roof holding the wine jar, couldn't help but be slightly stunned. The water eyes looked along the man's voice, but the next second, her eyes widened even wider because she saw Nangong Longze's tall and long figure slowly walking out of the darkness. From such a long distance, the woman could still feel his fierce gaze and could not help but blurt out carefully: "Prince."

"Is it really here? Where is she? Hand over her!" Nangong Longze's cold voice came, which made people tremble in their hearts.

"Why? Even my own women and children cannot be cared for with care. What qualifications do you have to come to me to ask for someone?" Shangguan Mo frowned, and his sharp eagle eyes stared straight at the man's big hand that was tighter. Nangong Longze was wearing a black night clothes and holding a long sword in his hand. His cold eyes swept across Feng Ling and Shangguan Mo.

Nangong Longze raised his eyebrows, and before he moved, the sharp sword blade was covered with a murderous aura, and he shouted softly: "When is it your turn to teach me a lesson? Death!"

Before the mellow voice was overwhelmed, the left arm holding the sharp blade drew a silver arc in the air, which made Shangguan Mo suddenly feel solemn, and Xinlong's body was as strong as loose. Without hesitation, he released the soft sword in his sleeve and headed straight towards the imposing sword energy.

The corners of his lips were shining with coldness, and a glimmer of light flashed in Nangong Longze's eyes, and a dazzling cold light suddenly burst out from his hands. The sword was like a white rainbow, and the light was like a silver dragon. Accompanied by the sound of a clanging sound, the two figures seemed to have hidden in the sword light and sword shadows, and their moves were full of cruelty.
Chapter completed!