Han Ming twisted the wine pot and looked in the hall for a long time, but he didn't find the figure of Shan trace. He couldn't help feeling a little lost. He frowned slightly and muttered to himself, "where has Shan trace gone? Why doesn't he even have a personal shadow... Where has he gone?"
"Somebody!"
Jisuo hurried forward and asked, "what can I do for you, king?"
Han Ming glanced at Jisuo in front of him and asked in a deep voice, "well, do you know where Lord Shan has gone?"
Giuseppe replied with some trepidation, "report back to the king. I don't know."
Han Ming showed an unhappy color on his face and said softly, "don't look for it yet!"
"Yes, I'll go now," said guiso, and quickly ran out of the Muyu palace.
Looking at the figure of Jisu leaving, Han Ming thought absently: where will Shan Ji go?
Concubine Yi looked at her dark eyes and a faint smile on her lips. Yelv Hanming, who was lost in thought, couldn't help twitching. Quietly erase the moisture from the corners of his eyes, take back the wine lamp from Xiaoyu's hand, and approach Hanming step by step.
When she came to Hanming's side, concubine Yi called softly, "my lord... My Lord, I wish you a happy princess." concubine Yi smiled and raised the wine in her hand and drank the full glass of wine in one gulp.
Han Ming, who was in a trance, was called back by Yi Fei, and said affectionately in his eyes, "Yi'er, good wine capacity." Han Ming looked at Yi Fei standing in front of her slightly, but saw the slight humidity around her eyes, and a faint boredom rose in his heart.
Concubine Yi thought that the king would praise her clothes as good-looking as ever, or that she should not have a glass of wine. However, when she drank a glass of strong wine, Han Ming said, "Yi'er, good wine!" Her heart sank and was torn apart in an instant. Wang, has it really changed? Yi Fei bit her red lips, pulled up the corners of her mouth, showed a perfect smile, and then said softly, "Yi'er thanked the king for his praise."
Yelv Hanming gave a faint "um" and walked out of the Moyu hall without looking back.
Walking out of the hall, Hanming remembered Ning Lan's confident and proud smile. Ning Lan? Hanming bent his lips thoughtfully and walked towards Yunyan palace.