As soon as he turned his face, he happened to meet Tuoba Can's eyes. He pursed his lips and smiled, and raised his wine glass to Jiang Yuan.
Jiang Yuan blinked, picked up the wine glass, pointed it at him, and then... slowly poured the wine on the ground.
If you want to toast and drink with her, you have to see if she is qualified.
Tuoba Can was stunned for a moment, interest flashed in his eyes, he picked up the wine glass and drank it without hesitation.
Qi Xuanzuo's hand, at some point, quietly grasped Jiang Yuan's hand and held it tightly.
His tone was still lazy, as if he was casual.
"If you don't want to live an uncomfortable life, don't go against Can. He is... even more jealous than you and will definitely retaliate."
Jiang Yuan pulled her hand back harshly, "You are wrong. You know, I never like trouble."
Yes, trouble just likes to find her.
Qi Xuanzuo smiled carelessly, but again he couldn't help but moved his hand to Jiang Yuan's waist. He tightened it and Jiang Yuan fell into his arms.
It's still a cold place.
But it's still cool in this scorching hot weather.
"Today, I am hosting a banquet to invite you all. The main purpose is to announce a happy event."
Everyone gradually became quiet, even the singing and dancing stopped. Everyone's eyes focused on Qi Xuanzuo, and a small number of them on her.
The intimate movements between the two aroused the jealousy of many concubines, especially the fiery gaze from Pei Guqing.
I wish I could tear her apart.
Pei Guqing had given her a lot of suffering. Although the culprit was the people around her, it was Pei Guqing who did it directly.
Although her injuries have healed now, the root of the disease still remains.
It is indeed impossible to guard against open and hidden arrows around the emperor. Why do so many people still like to sneak in and serve as targets for others?
I really can't figure it out.
She will not go to trouble Pei Guqing, after all... the consequences for her will never be better.
Just because, the man Pei Guqing loved most wanted her life.
"What are you thinking about? Watching a show." An ambiguous voice came to my ears, blowing slowly.
Jiang Yuan frowned, but did not move his face away. He just said: "What do you mean?"