Charming Consort

Xiaocui thought for a moment and said, "Nangong Hao covers the quilt for her. She is about to go out, but she reaches out and catches her. He murmured: "mother, don't leave me Mother... "

"I'm not your mother, I'm your father." Nangong Hao afraid to hurt her, can only gently struggle.

But she couldn't hear Nangong Hao's words. She still mumbled: "mother, don't leave Moon... "

Nangong Hao can only say helplessly: "well, Niang doesn't leave you, but you let Niang take off a dress first."

Mo Xianyue is not talking, and her strength is lighter.

Nangong Hao breaks free and walks out of the hall. Looking at the messy hall, he feels a headache. Suddenly, he sees something that makes him more headache

He rushed to the bar as fast as he could.

"My three hundred years of Maotai." Nangong Hao said sadly.

He turned up the other two wine jars, looked at the half jar of daughter Hong, and said, "the prince's 300 year old daughter Hong has half jar left." There was a trace of crying in the tone.

"It's really a black sheep. You can't drink such a good wine. It's so outrageous." Nangong Hao wants to cry now.

"Fortunately, half a jar is left."

Nangong Hao said happily, but he remembered what Mo Xianyue said: I must drink all the wine in the cellar!

He was afraid, "no, only half of the jar is left. I must hide it well."

He called a eunuch to hide the wine and take off his dirty clothes.

He wanted to leave, but he thought of Mo Xianyue's charming sleeping face, and he couldn't help walking in.