Disguised as a man: I am not your wife

Chapter 907
She retracted her elbows propped behind her, and her whole body lay lazily on the stone.

The cold breath came straight from behind.

In front of him is the warmth of the sun, behind him is the coldness of thousands of years.

Yun Zhuohua took a deep breath, and spoke with a sad expression.

"Yuxi, do you still remember Lu Zhijie?"

Ming Yuxi frowned and thought for a while, "That day in front of the palace, the person who held the sword and begged for his life?"

Yun Zhuohua closed her eyes and nodded, the sun tanned her eyelids to a thin layer of blood, as if she had seen the night of blood flow again.

"Yesterday, when he was about to go down the mountain, he came to ask me to resign."

"Counting it all together, I should be about the same age as him."

"We are all in such a good time, look at him, free and unrestrained, how wonderful."

"When I saw him, I felt extremely melancholy in my heart."

"If I hadn't come to Nanwu, maybe I'm just a bodyguard now, indulge in the rivers and lakes, and live a chic and unrestrained life."

"What does the internal struggle of the Su family have to do with me, and what does the world of Southern Wu have to do with me?"

"But now, I am imprisoned on the throne of Southern Wu. Either I choose to kill or be killed."

"With so many troubles every day, I don't live like myself anymore."

"Only when I drink, can I feel that I am still a living self."

"Yuxi, I just realized now that this wine is really a good thing."

"Could it be that you want to deprive me of this fun now?"

Yun Zhuohua folded her hands and put her pillow behind her head. She tilted her head, opened one eye, and looked at Ming Yuxi pitifully.

The pain in Yun Zhuohua's heart and what he has suffered cannot be shared with others, but Ming Yuxi knows it.

These people who harmed her were none other than her relatives who were connected by blood.

This kind of pain, no one of Yun Zhuohua's age should bear it.

However, Yun Zhuohua persevered, until now, and finally wanted to indulge.

Yun Zhuohua saw that the expression on Ming Yuxi's face gradually softened, she really played the emotional card correctly.

Yun Zhuohua deepened the pitiful expression on his face, and his eyes seemed to be filled with mist.

However, a hand has already quietly stretched out towards the wine jar.

"Drinking hurts your health, no!"

Unexpectedly, Ming Yuxi shook his head firmly at this time.

Yun Zhuohua's plan came to nothing, she sat up from the boulder in a jerk, she didn't look lazy just now.

She rolled over and attacked the wine jar.

Ming Yuxi quickly turned around with the wine jar in his hands, and poured out all the wine in the wine jar with his backhand.

In an instant, the aroma of wine overflowed, floating everywhere around.

Yun Zhuohua stared dumbfounded at the last Qiong Niang left from the wine jar, and his arm was still in the posture of reaching out to grab the wine jar.

"There's no more wine." Ming Yuxi said the truth.

"Ming Yuxi!" Yun Zhuohua pinched his waist, his face flushed with anger.

"Do you know, I just dug it out of this peach blossom forest, and I have hidden it for countless years!"

"Such a rare wine, you just poured it like this!"

"I don't care, you pay me for the wine!" Yun Zhuohua roared angrily.

Being yelled at by Yun Zhuohua, Ming Yuxi didn't speak, but suddenly moved closer to Yun Zhuohua, staring into her eyes for a while.

Yun Zhuohua didn't know what Ming Yuxi was looking at, but they seemed a little close.

(End of this chapter)