The two parties involved were stunned, regardless of whether anyone was watching them. The two even fought over a piece of sweet-scented osmanthus cake, which made all the officials look stunned.
"Wow...!" Suddenly, a cry suddenly sounded.
Everyone saw Murong Li, who was fighting for the sweet-scented osmanthus cake with Xuanyuan Yehan, bursting into tears. Her cry was earth-shattering, although there was not a single tear on her face...
"Xiao Li'er, please stop crying. How about I won't snatch the sweet-scented osmanthus cake from you?" Xuanyuan Yehan's mouth twitched violently, and he gave Murong Li a thumbs up from an angle invisible to the officials.
Murong Li nodded unceremoniously, then stretched out her little hand towards the last piece of osmanthus cake on the plate.
As he started eating, the crying disappeared without a trace. It seemed that the crying just now was just everyone's hallucination.
Everyone was astonished, and they once again confirmed the fact that women fall out faster than they can read a book.
The officials held the wine in their hands and bowed to Xuanyuan Muyang again. Xuanyuan Muyang smiled warmly, put the wine in his hands into his mouth, and drank it all.
In a corner, a pair of watery eyes have been staring at Xuanyuan Yehan, and their eyes have not left since they followed him into Ziyue Palace until now.
It's hard not to notice such a strong gaze.
Murong Li touched Xuanyuan Yehan secretly with her arm and whispered: "Someone has been staring at you, don't you look at it?"
As she spoke, her eyes turned to his hand that picked up the wine glass. There were many bruises on his hand, but the bruises on his hands, which were originally very beautiful, made them look very ugly.
Murong Li raised her eyebrows, the purple scar was the result of the force she exerted on his hand just now.
It seems like this is too obvious?
Murong Li felt that the gaze was staring at Xuanyuan Yehan's hand just like her. She put on her trademark silly smile and followed the owner of that gaze with her eyes.
What caught her eyes was a woman, the heroine Mo Yue was twenty-eight years old. The woman's eyes were fixed on Xuanyuan Yehan's hands covered with bruises and bruises, and there was a hint of distress in her eyes.
The woman is extremely beautiful. She is wearing a light green robe, with a string of pearls hanging around her neck. Her face is as white and tender as cream, as if it is about to drip water, her eyes are flowing, and her eyebrows are long and slender. She has a charming look and bright eyes.
She is an outstanding beauty with white teeth and fair complexion.