The most greedy time-travel in history: the history of a fortune-loving little woman

Chapter 211 The Fire of Jealousy ([-])

"It's not mine." Qi Zihan said with a low smile, "This belongs to Master Xuanji."

Tang Shanshan rolled her eyes and replied, "Then give it back to the real person, anyway...you can't drink it."

"Okay, don't drink." It's hard to turn down the hospitality. Qi Zihan doesn't like the strong wine on the grassland. Even if he asked to change the big bowl to a small cup on the grounds of physical discomfort, the wine burned in his stomach , There is a dull pain in the wound, and not drinking is exactly what I want.

"It's only natural for a man to drink alcohol." Zhuo Tu said disapprovingly, frowning, seeing Tang Shanshan and Qi Zihan's intimacy.

No matter how much a man likes a woman, he can't be like a lamb, listening to women in everything.

He just didn't like Qi Zihan's cowardly look.

The emperor of the Central Plains, is he cronyism?Otherwise, how could such a little boy be used as an envoy.

A man on the prairie should have a big bowl of wine and a big mouthful of meat. This is the true nature of a man.

"He's a patient." Tang Shanshan retorted, wrinkling her nose at Zhuotu.

Even though she covets Zhuotu's beauty, it doesn't mean she can let him spoil Qi Zihan.

Zhuotu frowned and didn't speak.

Seeing them close together, it was really an eyesore, Zhuotu frowned, and drank the wine in his glass in one gulp.

Seeing the two of them close together, it was really an eyesore, Baiyin gritted her silver teeth secretly, the place of resentment, even the knuckles of the hand holding the silver pot, also turned white.

The red clouds all over the sky faded, the sun set, and the sky gradually dimmed.

In the distance, piles of bonfires gradually lit up, reflecting each other with the stars in the sky.

The loud and clear singing of the herdsmen sounded, and when it reached here, there were only some endings.

But also intoxicating.

Perhaps after this song is sung, it means that a couple has decided for life.

Tang Shanshan listened fascinated.

Confusion gradually rose from the bottom of my heart, like layers of thick fog, which would not disperse.

The grassland is Zhuo Tu's home, and the imperial palace is Qi Zihan's home, so where does she belong?
There are father and mother, and the place where they are now is her home.

But her parents can't be with her for the rest of her life.

Who will meet her for a hundred years?

(End of this chapter)