Slowly, the body moved a few times, opened the blood-filled eyes to look around, and then lifted the bottle in his hand and poured it into his mouth.

But a drop of wine could not be poured out.

He shook his hand and threw the bottle out.

Heavy on the ground!

“Shut up” and say a word.

Broken and broken.

He looked at the bottle of wine in front of him, and threw himself forward, his hands cluttered around.

It's all empty bottles.

“Come to man, come man!”He shouted.

But no one responded for a long time.

“What about people?Where are they all gone?“Give me the wine.”

No one answered.

He lay on the ground and was powerless to scream anything.

For a long time –

The door finally opened.

But it was not the girl and the little girl who came in, but a woman in white clothes.

The woman came up to him and stopped.

The white cloth shoes in front of him slowly moved up.

But when she fell on the woman's knees, she was unable to lift it up again.

The head fell down.

He looked down at the man lying in front of him, his face calm, and his eyes were with an elusive feeling.

For a long time, she slowly sat down.

The white clothes are very bright.

Her slender fingers gently swept over the loose hair, and the corners of her mouth astringed, and said, "Don't you want the throne the most?"Then I’ll let you taste it, what does it mean to not get it?”

The sound resounded in the air...

Strangely cold.

He vaguely heard something, and his body moved.

No more moving!

He looked at him coldly, then got up and went out.

Just arrived at the door, I saw a small girl with a basin of water ready to enter, and when she saw a white robe and hairy, she was immediately startled, her hands shook, and the wooden basin fell from her hand.

hit the ground.

A full pot of water was spilled.

Splashed on the clothes.

“The princess, the princess?”The girl looked at her with wide eyes.

In the middle of the night, a woman dressed like this out of the inside, in exchange for anyone, will be afraid.

Jing Xuan looked at her and said, "Tomorrow the prince wakes up, remember to persuade him not to drink again."

“Yes!”The girl said, “Princess, is this you?”

Jingxuan did not respond to her, hands soft on both sides, back straight, step by step, not squinting forward.

In the end, it was only left to the girl with a thin and lonely back.

It was a long time before the little girl reacted.

Turned into the house, saw that the top lying on the ground motionless, he quickly called the man, and carried the drunken prince to the bed.

What is the Princess doing here?

...

The next day, Nato woke up from his bed and felt uncomfortable.

The head hurts badly.

He got out of bed, went out of the inner room, and found that the house was already cleaned up.

I don’t see half-fail with it at all.

However, he still couldn't lift any spirit, and sat down in his ass in his chair and shouted outside, "Come."

The girl came in with her waist.

“What did the prince say?”

He held his head and softly said, “Go get the wine.”

“Lord, don’t drink it.”

These things were said, and they were interrupted by the end of the day.

He said, "Don't hurry up."

The little girl does not move.

He carried the blood-soaked eyes and looked at her and said, “Didn’t you hear the king’s words?”The king wants wine!”

“Slaves heard, but...”

“But what is it?”

"Last night... last night the princess came and said that the slave and the slave had persuaded the prince not to drink any more."

What?

He thinks he heard wrong.

“What do you say?”

"Last night, when the prince was drunk inside, the princess came."

“The thang!”He looked up and patted his hand on the table.

“Didn’t the king say that?Forbid the princess to walk around, are you the king's words for the wind of the ears?"

"No, the slave and the slave don't know where the princess came to be last night?"At the time, she was wearing one...”

“One of what?”

"He's dressed in white, and with his hair."

What operation is this?

Three more in the middle of the night!

White clothes!

With hair!

What is this girl?

He thought he heard wrong again, stood up and confirmed, “Are you sure you came to the princess last night?”

“Yes.”

“What did she come to do?”

"This is not clear, but when you leave, let the slave and the slave wait for the king wake up, and advise you to drink less wine."

The extension: “...”

Why do you always feel cold on your back?

Some are strange.

In spite of his fire in his heart, before the death of Kryshlin, he said that he would not do anything to Jingxing.

I’m afraid that’s the only thing he can do.

...

The other side.

A message spread among the people.

In three days, there will be a light meeting on the side of the bridge.

Many nobles in the city were invited to participate.

Who is the person who organized it?

I don't know!

Most of the students who participated in the test received invitations.

Song is no exception!

He was surprised to see the invitation letter in his hand and sent a long stay!

Because he is different from others.

In addition to poetry, one is not a big literary hero, two is not an official noble, and three has no background.

Unlike other students, it is not rich, it is also entitled, or it has been worshipped under the door of a protégé.

So he was deeply suspicious of himself being invited to this matter.

He passed right at the door of his room.

I saw him sitting at his desk with something watching.

The face is very tangled.

“What are you looking at?”He asked in the house.

Suddenly the sound came to the door to stop.

He suddenly looked back and saw a pair of round eyes looking at himself curiously.

He quickly hid the invitation letter in his hand into his sleeve.

"Nothing."

Luang’s mouth with a bad smile: “Cosupled by what girl’s house is giving you?”

Man, what you say is too literary.

Isn’t love letters easier to understand?

Song’s face turned red.

He got up and said, “Langzi...what do you say, I... no, I don’t, where do I get such conditions, where do girls look up?”

"Then show me."

"Not a good thing."

"I'll see."

Hard to see.

Hurry up his sleeve.

The speed was very fast, Song only did not react, just by his invitation to hide in the sleeve was pulled away.

The porch is happy.

I thought I had caught some weakness in Song.

However, when he looked at what he had in his hand, he found that it was not a love letter at all, but an invitation letter.

No interest in a moment.

Throw something at him: "Cut, I thought it was something."

Song stopped quickly picked up the invitation and patted it with his hand.Very loving.