Schemes in Royal Palace

Han Zimo was holding a wine cup in his hand. He was drunk and twisted. He was about to pour it on Qin Wanxi. Fortunately, Qin Wanxi held him and took him to the pavilion.

"Don't follow me any more, will you let me calm down!" Han Zimo stood up with a red face. A pair of good-looking eyes half narrowed. I'm in a terrible mood at the moment.

Since that relationship with Qin Wanxi. He hasn't slept soundly all day. I get drunk every day. Sometimes I wake up without knowing where I am. Such days have been going on. Qin Wanxi has been following himself tirelessly.

He really didn't know how to tell Qin Wanxi. I don't know how to face an Huan. That night, he broke ah Huan's heart. Today, I heard that an Huan fainted. He went to see an Huan.

Thinking of the pale complexion on an Huan's face, he raised his eyes and looked at the woman in front of him. Without this woman. If Qin Wanxi is not with himself, has an Huan become a pair with himself?

When he passed in the morning, he didn't see an Huan wake up. He was going to visit an Huan in the evening, but he was afraid that he would go too late, so that an Huan couldn't have a good rest.

Han Zimo roared loudly at Qin Wanxi. Qin Wanxi's tears fell down. His drooping eyes were full of grief. She knew she was not the one he liked. But she didn't regret what she did that night. If you give her a choice again, Qin Wanxi will still choose to be with Han Zimo.

"I'm sorry, Zi Mo Wan Xi knows it's wrong. Don't do this. It's all Wan Xi's fault. Don't drink it." Qin Wan Xi reached out and grabbed the wine glass in han zi Mo's hand.

Han Zimo raised his red eyes and looked straight at Qin Wanxi and said, "why do you appear? Why do you appear between me and an Huan?"

Qin Wanxi heard a question in her ear, and the tears from the burst of the embankment kept flowing down. She lowered her head and whispered, "brother Zimo, I'm sorry!"

Tears fell to the ground drop by drop. Leng Qingyan, an outsider, felt sorry for her. I really don't understand. Qin Wanxi has a good girl's house. Who does he like? He just likes a short sleeve.

Alas! Leng Qingyan is really not worth it for her. He looks like a flower and should be matched with a good marriage, but he is a dead heart. He really doesn't understand what Qin Wanxi thinks in his heart.

Leng Qingyan's hand tightly grasped the rockery wall and reluctantly resisted the impulse not to rush out. After her eyes stared at Qin Wanxi for a long time, he looked up at Han Zimo.

Han Zimo was still standing there with a deep dislike on his face. He suddenly stretched out his hand, grabbed Qin Wanxi's thin shoulder, shook wildly and said, "why do you appear, why do you appear in my room. Why? Why do you know that I like an Huan, but you still want to destroy us like this?"

"No, I really didn't want to destroy you. I couldn't help it at that time. Brother Zi Mo, I don't want you to be embarrassed. Don't be so cheap. Wan Xi's existence makes you feel embarrassed. I'll leave now. Will you leave now?" tears fell on the ground, and she looked at han zi Mo wrongly.

"..." Han Zimo didn't speak any more. The breeze blew across his face and made him wake up a little. He looked at Qin Wanxi kneeling on the ground with some annoyance, and his eyes fell on the table, filled with wine glasses everywhere. He knew he was drinking again. Some frowned with annoyance and reached out to touch Qin Wanxi's face.