Quick Pass: The host has no desire to survive

Chapter 272 The son is delicate and weak and not easy to push down (39)

At this moment, Bei'er is staring at the killer in front of him intently, looking for the opponent's flaws, and killing him with one blow.

But just when she wanted to give the opponent a fatal blow.

The moment Sikong Zhao's voice just fell, there was a click.

Bei'er's hand had already grasped the long sword that the opponent was stabbing at.

A click.

The long sword broke.

Bei'er's icy blue eyes became bloodthirsty and cold in an instant. With his backhand, he thrust the broken sword into the assassin's wrist, then raised his hand and twisted the man's neck.

Tick.

Tick.

The bright red blood dripped down the fingertips to the ground drop by drop.

In this quiet and quiet night, I can hear it very clearly.

A strong smell of blood permeated the night, and it seemed to be one with the majesty.

When he saw the wound on her hand, Sikong Zhao's eyes froze for a moment.

Then, there was a sound of tearing, and Bei Er tore off the skirt of her clothes, and bandaged the wound on her hand. Then she raised her eyes, and the corners of her mouth slightly raised, revealing a smile, ice blue Looking at him with colored eyes, he stretched out his hand and said, "Let's go, let's go home."

As she spoke, she used her good hand to grab his somewhat disgusted wrist, and walked towards the palace of the Crown Princess.

She didn't let Sikong Zhao answer.

She just wanted to do it while she did it.

Finally, a touch of emotion flashed across Sikong Zhao's cold moon-like pupils.

today.

The crowded street doesn't seem so boring anymore.

A crescent moon hung in the night sky, and the pale moonlight shone on the road the two walked on, weakening the strange gloom on Sikong Zhao's body, and the two seemed more harmonious.

As soon as Bei'er and Sikong Zhao returned to the residence, Ling Xing came to Yunzhao Courtyard with two jars of plum wine.

Because they searched outside for a long time, but couldn't find it, she asked Lingyue to take the hidden guards to look outside, and she came back to see if the point came back home.

When Lingxing saw that Bei'er had returned, the worry in those big eyes was a little less.

"Your Highness is back."

As he said that, Ling Xing hurried over and held up the plum wine, "Your Highness, this is your favorite plum wine. I bought it for you."

Ling Xing looked at Sikong Zhao who was standing next to His Highness, and said with a smile, "Since Mrs. Wang is here, would you like to drink this plum wine with His Highness?"

After all, the two are already married, and His Highness used to like to have men as company when drinking.

Compared with those people, Lingxing still prefers His Royal Highness to drink with men like Wang Fu,

Bei Er hid the hand on his hand in his sleeve, so he didn't notice that His Royal Highness's hand was injured, but poured the wine into two wine cups,

Seeing that Bei Er didn't speak, I thought she agreed,

He hurriedly took a cup and handed it to Bei'er.

"Your Highness, can you taste the same taste as before?"

Bei'erpi stared at the wine glass for a long while with a half-smile, and finally picked it up, feeling bored.

Even the wine made from plums is still a bit spicy.

It's just that after drinking it, the taste of plums filled the mouth, and there was also a hint of sweetness.

Seeing that she had just finished drinking, Ling Xing hurriedly filled another cup for Bei'er.

After all, Bei'er, who has been fighting abroad all year round, can't drink a thousand cups.

It can be said that her alcohol consumption is calculated according to the tank.

Even the former Beier, when he was in the army, felt that drinking from a wine cup was boring.

They all drink directly from the jar.

Now, Lingxing looked at Bei'er and felt that His Highness had suddenly become gentle.

Lingxing thought that His Highness was a little embarrassed because Mrs. Wang was here.

And she was afraid that Bei'er would not be served well, so she quickly filled up one cup after another.

Ever since, Beier drank cup after cup.

When she drank the fourth cup, Bei Er snapped the mouth of the wine cup, and poked Ling Xing's small head with her fingertips, "You leave now for His Highness."

This girl was probably sent by God to torture her. Although the previous Dugu Bei'er didn't pour a thousand cups, it's okay to just pour one damn cup! ! !

If you drink like this, sooner or later you will have to get under the table.

Ling Xing thought that he had disturbed His Royal Highness and Mrs. Wang's elegant mood, so she nodded quickly,

Then, he said that the jar of wine was placed in front of Sikong Zhao, "My lord, my Highness will entrust you to take care of it."

After finishing speaking, Ling Xing saluted, and retreated under Bei'er's stiff smiling gaze.

Bei'er, who had a stroll outside, drank in the yard after returning, and it was already late at night.

A cloud blocked the moonlight, making the night darker and darker.

Bei'er watched as Sikong Zhao reached out for the wine jar, she quickly reached out and brought it over, and filled him a glass.

"you drink."

She held the wine jar with both hands, and sat obediently on the seat, her cheeks flushed because of the wine, in order to prevent getting drunk, she poured tea into her own wine cup and poured plum wine into his .

Is Sikong Zhao good at drinking?

Bei'er thought about it for a long time.

I don't know if it's because of drinking that her head is a little stuck.

No matter how she thought about it, she couldn't remember it. She raised her eyes, blinked at him, and asked with a silly smile, "Are you drinking well?"

Because of drinking, her lips became red and tender, and her skin was as fair as fat, which made her even more delicate and seductive at this moment.

Now, in order to prevent himself from getting drunk and not being discovered, he deliberately sits in a special place to apply for a permit, acting like a good baby.

Sikong Zhao stretched out his hand, pinched the jade cup in front of him, and said calmly, "Because of the cold poison, I rarely drink alcohol."

As soon as his words fell, Bei Er's eyes suddenly brightened a little.

This sentence does not mean that you can't drink it.

So he raised the wine cup in front of him, and said in a sassy and soft voice, "Cheers,"

Sikong Zhao raised his eyes, glanced at the tea in her cup, and then saw how her cheeks were flushed and she was sitting upright.

His bright red lips curled up into a smile, and his throat rolled up and down.

"Ah."

After answering, he picked up the glass of wine and drank it directly.

The two sat under the pagoda tree in the yard and drank for about half an hour.

During the period, Bei'er accidentally poured the wrong cup, and drank two more plum wine. The rest was more than a jar, and Bei'er fed all of them to Sikong Zhao.

After waiting for the confirmation and finishing all the drinks, Bei Er sat in his seat and breathed a sigh of relief as if he had completed the task.

He muttered softly, "You must be drunk, right?"

After she finished saying this, she secretly raised her eyes to look at Sikong Zhao.

Seeing him lowering his eyelids, the cinnabar mole at the corner of his eye was so alluring, even if he didn't do anything, he still felt seductive.

After staring at him for a cup of tea, Bei Er's eyes were in a trance for a moment, followed by a flash of bewilderment, he stretched out his hand to lift Si Kong Zhao's chin, and whispered, "Who is this beauty?"

(End of this chapter)