Red waist breaking line

Chapter 810

Hongye nodded heavily: "Yes - he is the best in my heart. I won't change him for anyone else."

Mu Tong burst out laughing: "It's true that a lover's eyes see beauty in everything. Don't let your Concubine Xiao hear it. She will be so sad."

Hongye sighed, "He's sad, I apologize... But even if he's sad, I'd still say the same thing. I-I can give up anyone, but I can't give up Yang Yizhao. He-he is my life."

She stood up drunkenly and walked to the corridor of the guest room. She leaned on the handrail and looked at the night outside the crystal window. "I can't live without him. I can't live without him. He is my home, my retreat, and the only corner where I can be a weak person..." She raised her hand and pointed forward, "It's over... I miss him so much... I'm hallucinating... He seems to be right in front of me... As if he is really here..."

Mu Tong walked over with a smile, "You are really drunk and talking nonsense... This place is far away from Yandu City... Even if you want to fly, you have to fly——" He suddenly widened his eyes, rubbed his eyes with his hands, looked carefully, and rubbed his eyes hard in disbelief, "It's over, I really drank too much today. Why am I hallucinating? Poison Lady, pinch me quickly."

Hongye was immersed in the "hallucination" and was still pointing and saying, "Look, he is standing there—just as cool, pretty, and coquettish as before... hehehe..."

The door of the guest room creaked open, and Bai Shu came in with a hangover soup. Seeing the two of them, one jumping up and down in confusion and the other scratching his face, he couldn't help but smile helplessly and said, "The hangover soup is here, drink it quickly and go to bed early."

Mu Tong grabbed Bai Shu and dragged him to the window: "Bai Shu, I'm drunk and can't see clearly. You're not drunk. Can you show me that person... that person... is he real?"

Bai Shu wanted to laugh at him, so he glanced in the direction of his finger and said, "Who is that..."

When he saw the appearance clearly, his face suddenly changed and his voice trembled: "Isn't that Prince Consort Yang?"

A firework exploded in Mu Tong's mind: "Did you see it right?"

Bai Shu nodded heavily: "Like! Like! Really like!"

Mu Tong turned around and gave Hong Ye a slap on the face, dragging her downstairs. This slap was really hard, and immediately woke Hong Ye up halfway: "What's wrong?"

Mu Tong shouted, "Poison Lady, you are out of your mind! That is really Yang Yizhao! Really!"

Like a thunderbolt across the sky, Hongye woke up completely, shook off Mu Tong, and rushed towards the door of Yizuifang using his lightness skills.

Outside the door, a young man in plain clothes had just started arguing with the guard: "How can it be that the winery doesn't sell wine? I insist on drinking here today, what can you do to me?" As he said this, he was about to start a fight.

As soon as he raised his arm to make a starting gesture, a red shadow rushed in front of him like smoke. The boy's wrist felt hot, and was suddenly pulled down by a pair of small hands, and pulled into a warm and soft embrace: "Yang Yizhao, Yang Yizhao!"

The young man staggered as she pulled him, and nearly fell into her arms. When he saw the person clearly, he couldn't help but blush and smile: "Hey, where did such a beautiful sister come from?"

Hongye locked his hand and refused to let go, tears streaming down her face: "Yang Yizhao! Is that you?"

The young man smiled at her, and saw that her beautiful eyes reflected the lights, shining like crystal under the blessing of tears. Her eyes were clearly filled with deep emotions, and they were attached, lingering, and sad. The many emotions were melted in the autumn water, and he couldn't take his eyes away for a while: "Sister, why are you looking at me like this? What did you call me?" Hongye raised her eyes and looked at him, and suddenly her whole body was shocked and she let go of her hand. The person in front of him was only seventeen or eighteen years old. Although his eyebrows and eyes were exactly the same as Yang Yizhao's, even the beauty mole under the left eye was exactly the same. But his eyes were green, and his hair color was not the conventional cold black like Yang Yizhao's, but a rare color with a reddish brown tone. At first glance, he looked like an elf.

"Sister?" Hongye murmured, "You call me sister?"

The boy bit his lip and smiled: "I think you are at least two or three years older than me. But if you don't like it, I won't call you that."

Hongye suppressed the ups and downs in her chest, made up her mind, took a step forward and ripped open the boy's collar. This was really unexpected, and the boy was startled and couldn't help but retreat, but even so, the collar was still pulled open by Hongye, revealing half of the white skin on his chest.

The young man was helpless and trying not to laugh. He buttoned his shirt back up with his backhand, but his tone was as cheerful as ever: "Girl, even if I'm pretty good-looking, it's not right to touch me in the street, right?"

He was thinner than Yang Yizhao and half an inch shorter. Most importantly, he did not have a single scar on his body. He was not covered in bruises like Yang Yizhao.

Hongye couldn't help but feel more and more sad: Could it be - could it be that I really made a mistake? But this boy looks so much like him, even if they were twins, they couldn't be so lifelike.

She couldn't help but take a step forward and wanted to touch the boy's cheek to see if there was any disguise.

The young man smiled and sighed: "Girl, if you continue to be so presumptuous, I will not be polite."

Hongye said: "This is the last one. I-I will just touch your face-please."

The boy shook his head helplessly, but still very considerately moved his face closer.

She reached out her hand and carefully felt behind his chin and ears for a long time, confirming that this was a natural face - the person in front of her did look exactly like Yang Yizhao, but he was indeed a teenager of seventeen or eighteen years old, which did not match Yang Yizhao's age.

She was overwhelmed with despair and could no longer control herself. She wailed, squatted down and cried.

The boy didn't expect her to react like this. His eyes widened immediately. He leaned forward, patted her shoulder gently and said soothingly, "Don't cry. Didn't I let you touch me?"

Hongye looked up at him, tears streaming from her eyes like a gushing spring. She wanted to speak, but couldn't. The bitterness in her heart that she had endured for a long time now seemed to have found an outlet, and she vented it without restraint.

Seeing the beauty crying, the young man felt distressed and took the initiative to pull open her collar, saying softly, "How about you pull it again? If one time doesn't work, try twice, okay?"

This child, even his tone of voice is exactly the same as Yang Yizhao's.

Hongye cried even harder. For a moment, she seemed to have returned to her seventeen-year-old self when she first met Yang Yizhao: "...You...You are not him...I can tell you that a hundred times...You are not him..."

The boy was confused, but he still smiled patiently and patted her head, continuing to comfort her: "Although I don't know who the person you are looking for is, but...but I feel sad when I see you crying. Is he someone very important to you?"