If she hadn't possessed her own skills, many of them would die on the night when the Four Shuras in the Western Regions had plotted against her.

Yan Qingrui ordered a wax for her original body in her heart and took a sip of wine. The wine was filled with fragrance and the fragrance was scent.

Wine is good wine, but the people who drink together are a little bit worse.

Shangguan Qianyu stopped talking, just drank silently; Yan Qingrui did not speak.

The moonlight quietly moved westward, and time slowly passed.

Yan Qingrui turned around accidentally and saw two bright things on Shangguan Qianyu's face, like water marks. Is that... wine stains?

Of course, it was because of the wine. Will a person like him still cry?

Even so, it has nothing to do with her.

After a long time, Shangguan Qianyu suddenly said, "Silver-faced man, you are a woman. When you know the woman's mind better, your personality is so similar. If... you saved someone, but the man broke up his childhood sweetheart and forced him to marry him, and in the end, he died of a bad life because of him, you... will..."

Yan Qingrui coldly said, "I don't forgive you, nor do I understand!"

She answered too quickly and too coldly, and cut off Shangguan Qianyu's words behind him.

Shangguan Qianyu was lost for a while and murmured with a wry smile: "Forgiveness? Forgiveness? How is it possible? I am not asking for her forgiveness and forgiveness. I just hope... she... in the spirit of heaven, don't live a painful life because of resentment towards me..."

Yan Qingrui smiled coldly. It was his business and had nothing to do with her. Not all the harm in this world can be forgiven, and not all the mistakes can be forgiven.

At least, she is not such a good old man.

For some reason, she remembered the slap in the face in the palace. That day, she saw two words in his eyes: "Silly!"

Later, she found out from various sources that the Nei Sifu was a place where the Nei Sifu was, which was a place where the good people were eating and not spitting out bones. When a good person went in, he would be able to leave a breath after he was lucky. If he was not lucky, he would have no place to leave his bones.

Although she may not be afraid, she was just a young lady in the eyes of others at that time, and it was definitely unlucky to go in there.

Therefore, Yan Qingrui can treat the motive of slapping so calmly. Otherwise, even if she is not vengeful, she will not be a master who can easily bully her.

Shangguan Qianyu stopped talking. He just drank, sipped and drank silently and lonely, and drank coldly and sadly.

After a while, he couldn't hear the sound of him drinking. Yan Qingrui turned around and found that he was drunk in his arms.

Yan Qingrui frowned speechlessly, a little confused. Should she let him sleep here or throw him on his bed?

Let him get drunk here.

Yan Qingrui stood up and prepared to go back to the room.

The wine jar in her hand was a little empty. She shook it gently and couldn't help laughing a little. She just drank it one by one, but accidentally drank most of the jar of wine.

She walked towards the room and arrived at the door. She was about to push the door when a buzz came from behind.

She looked back and found that Shangguan Qianyu felt uncomfortable in drunkenness, and her body moved, and the sound of the wine jar rolling to the ground.

Yan Qingrui shook her head speechlessly, forget it, even if it is out of humanitarianism, she can help you when she sees a stranger drunk here.
Chapter completed!