Wuyou spouted the wine from his mouth, his eyes widened in disbelief, this man is too shameless.

He is a cold-faced prince who is wise and powerful in the mouths of the people.

How do you look like a miserable wretch who is being bullied?

The corners of her mouth twitched, she turned her mind countless times, and sighed helplessly.

"It's getting late, you should go back to the palace."

Tang Jingtian rolled his eyes and called out loudly, "Come here, bring my king's luggage in, worry-free, which room do I live in?"

Wuyou was stunned, completely defeated by him, and shouted angrily, "Who allowed you to move in? Tang Jingtian, you came here uninvited, you are too thick-skinned."

Tang Jingtian frowned, looking very pitiful, "You don't want to live in the palace, and I can't sleep without you by my side."

These words were too ambiguous, Wuyou's face turned red, and he jumped his feet angrily.

"Tang Jingtian, what nonsense are you talking about, if you do this again, I will get angry."

Jingtian raised his hands high, and made a compromise helplessly, "Okay, I was wrong, then I will sleep on this tree."

He tiptoed, light like a flying goose, flew up to the top of the tree, sat on it, staring at the two people under the tree with burning eyes.

Wuyou was stunned, his eyes froze.

What the hell is this guy doing?

Ye Ruge poured Wuyou a glass of wine, smiled as if nothing had happened, "Come, have another drink."

On the outside, it looks calm and breezy, but in my heart I am entangled.

Such a powerful rival in love is under great pressure.

And his way of never playing cards according to the rules made him even more headache.

Wuyou tried his best to ignore the scorching gaze, raised his wine glass, and smiled like a flower, "Okay, I wish Brother Ye good health and everything goes well."

Ye Ruge gulped it down boldly, "Thank you, everything goes well depends on you..."

Tang Jingtian frowned, and interrupted him with a loud voice, "Wuyou, I'm so hungry, I can't sleep, what should I do?"

Wuyou had expected that he would not keep his own place, so without raising his head, he pushed back unceremoniously, "Who won't give you food? Go back to your palace."

She is rude and self-willed.

Tang Jingtian was not angry, and ordered in a cold voice, "Come here, fix a good table for this king, hurry up, and let someone go back to the palace to bring my collection of wine from the Western Regions."

"Yes." A man in black quickly disappeared into the dark night.

Like a magic trick, a table of steaming hot dishes was lifted up in a short while, which looked refreshing and delicious. There was also a small hot pot, and the milky white broth was fragrant. Fish balls, beef balls, bones, dried tofu, lamb scorpion, etc. were in the soup Tumbling, very tempting.

Wuyou's eyes were straightened, and his mouth was watering. Eating hot pot in the majestic autumn wind is a great enjoyment.

There was also a special fresh fragrance that kept wafting over, making her salivate.

She looked down at her table of wine and food, and couldn't help but smile wryly. Xiyuelou's dishes are exquisitely crafted, and each dish is carefully crafted.

But the simple sheep and scorpion hot pot attracted her so much, she really wanted to eat it.

Tang Jingtian leaped lightly, sat lightly by the table, raised the Nine Dragons glass, the bright red wine swayed gently, pleasing to the eye, and the mellow smell quickly diffused in the yard.

He took a sip, with an intoxicated expression on his face, "Well, good wine, wine doesn't make people drunk, people get drunk by themselves."

Wuyou stared at the crystal clear red wine, her eyeballs could not move. She likes to drink wine the most. She endured and endured, but she couldn't help running over, "Give me a glass."

[Snack guy worry-free, do you despise her? \(^o^)~]

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