The black-bellied prince is all over the city

"Heh—" A cold smile spread across the empty courtyard, Yang Qiyue was worthy of being a major general, she definitely wouldn't just give up like this.

It's a pity that Murong Xiye was not in the mood to play with her, he was ready to run away with a single step, but he was bound by the red silk that suddenly flew in mid-air, and with the weight of another person on his back, he fell heavily to the ground .Fortunately, Qingcheng was supported carefully, and Qingcheng was not injured.But he frowned.With heavy breathing, Qingcheng finally smelled the alcohol he had carefully concealed.

"Did you come out after drinking?! Murong Xiye, you!" Only after drinking did you come out to try your best!No matter how good your skills are, you can't snatch a marriage while drunk!What's more, this place almost cost you your life last time!

"Don't worry. To deal with her, I...more than enough..." Qingcheng touched his cuff subconsciously.Hidden Blade is not there.He came without any weapons!Murong Xiye also seemed to have noticed this problem, helped Qingcheng stand up, patted the dust off his body, and saw Yang Qiyue who was still angry. "The major general really wants to have trouble with me?"

"It's you who can't get along with me!" After the words were closed, Yang Qiyue swung her knife and left.Under drunkenness, Murong Xiye staggered a little, passing the sharp blade.

"What the hell did you drink?!" Qingcheng supported him, her tone of reproach hard to hide.

"Of course it's the opposite of not forgetting wine." Murong Xiye responded lightly.His alcohol smell is not heavy, and it is difficult to smell it without careful observation.

"The opposite of Buwang?" Qingcheng remembered that there was indeed a kind of wine that was the opposite of Buwang. It smelled as light as tea, but it was strong in the mouth, and three cups could make anyone drunk.

He still remembered that he had given the wine a name as well.It's called, affectionate.

When the love is deep, even if outsiders can't feel it, only you can taste that kind of intensity and that kind of pain.However, apart from myself and the master, no one should know how to make this kind of wine.

Could it be... the master is back? !

Still thinking that Yang Qiyue's second saber had come, Qingcheng supported Murong Xiye's swaying body, seemingly unconsciously standing in front of him, forcefully stopping Yang Qiyue's saber.

"Qingcheng?" Frightened by the other party's actions, Yang Qiyue stared at Qingcheng's eyes, those eyes that never showed any emotion, but at this moment they looked like cracked ice.She could even feel his protection for Murong Xiye. "So, the rumors are all true? Ha! Then why are you treating me like this?! Why don't you tell me the truth. Let me... Even if I know it's impossible, I can give up completely?!"

"I'm sorry. I haven't been able to make up my mind. So..." Qingcheng bit her lip and "fabricated" a reason.

This time Yang Qiyue completely lost control, "So this is a good way to test him and yourself? It's a good way!" But her knife still couldn't fall on Qingcheng.

Seeing such a scene, Murong Fenglin's eyes almost popped out.It was clearly an excellent opportunity, why did Qingcheng feel compassion?He actually blocked the knife for his enemy?

But Yang Yi was by his side, so he could only continue watching the play quietly.

"I'm sorry." Such soft words cut Yang Qiyue's heart like a knife, and the "happiness" she fought for with all her strength would end in a ridiculous ending.Tomorrow she will be everyone's laughing stock.She looked at Qingcheng's face, and she couldn't think of any other reason why she liked him.Just for this face, she tried her best just to restrain him by her side, just for the love when she first met.

Just greed for beauty?

The knife slipped from her hand, no matter how resolute the woman was, her eyes would be filled with tears at this moment.She felt that someone was beating her heart, which was thousands of times more painful than the wounds she had gained from fighting on the battlefield.A person who has never expressed fear and never backed down suddenly felt a sense of retreat in his heart.

"I won't give up on you, Qingcheng." She closed her eyes, and Qingcheng watched the tears slip from the corners of her eyes. "I will find a way to like you well. Then, let you come back to me."

Yang Qiyue wiped away her tears and turned around, kneeling heavily on the ground. "Daddy, your daughter's waywardness made you angry. Please forgive me, Daddy." Yang Yi sighed and nodded. "Your Majesty, please garrison the border city Yunhe. Set off immediately."

It really is a strong woman.Murong Fenglin could only nod his head. "How to put it, it's all my fault. I thought you two were lovers, but it ended up like this." His eyes fixed on the unconscious man in black behind Qingcheng.Without looking at Qingcheng again, he left the General's Mansion under escort.

Qingcheng didn't know what else to say.Originally, this wedding banquet was just a play on the occasion, and what was waiting was Murong Xiye's appearance.But now, looking at Yang Qiyue's lonely back, he felt an indescribable feeling in his heart.As if he had deceived her, he had become a villain unintentionally.

He supported Murong Xiye, that cold, arrogant and domineering person was as well-behaved as Feiye lying on the roof basking in the moonlight, even though the mask was still covering his face, making him look ridiculous in his own posture.But...at least at the moment he doesn't want to let go.

Not at all.