When her face was touched, Meng Zhuqing's whole body was stiff again in an instant.

She wasn't so bold at all, but she was really drunk.

Meng Zhuqing was stiff and thinking like this, thinking that Tuoba Yao was drunk, so she was like this.

And Tuoba Yao was indeed drunk.

"You look quite like him..." Tuoba Yao said in a very obvious state of drunkenness while touching his face. "It just looks like... there are no such things on his face..."

She touched the scar on his face.

Meng Zhuqing only felt that her heart was about to jump out of her throat.

"No..." She frowned suddenly and denied herself, "It seems that he has... and... He was cut by a random knife..."

When Meng Zhuqing heard this, she felt uncomfortable again. He could see her guilt. She was feeling guilty to him. He didn't want her to do this.

He was willing to do it at the beginning.

Now, if he was asked to die for her, he would still be willing.

"It's okay. The generals didn't look good at the beginning, but now it's nothing to have a few scars." Meng Zhuqing comforted her as if she didn't care at all.

After hesitating for a moment, he took two steps back, and his face just left her hand.

"You..." He didn't seem to expect him to not let her touch him. Tuoba Yao looked at him in confusion for a while before lowering her head, lowering her eyes, and looking at the hand that had just touched his face.

He didn't speak, just looked at her hands.

Because she lowered her head, he couldn't see her expression, nor did he know whether she was in a daze or what she was doing.

"Princess?" He called her tentatively.

Tuoba Yao still lowered her head and looked at the hands that had touched the scars on his face just now, "You... are really him."

Meng Zhuqing was so amused and crying in an instant, but did not say that he was Meng Zhuqing anymore. Instead, he said respectfully: "It's too cold this night, so the princess should go back to the house early to rest."

Just now, when she touched his hand, he clearly felt it was really cold.

He was really worried, afraid that she would be frosted by this cold night.

Tuoba Yao didn't say anything, but just turned around shakingly, and sat back on the round stool she had just sat on. As soon as she picked up the wine pot and wanted to pour wine into the wine cup, Meng Zhuqing shouted again disagree: "Princess!"

Tuoba Yao glanced at him first, and then she continued to pour wine into the wine cup while slowly asking: "Do you want to have a drink together?"

Seeing that Tuoba Yao could not pour the wine into the wine cup at all, most of the wine was outside the wine cup, and the table was wet. Meng Zhuqing gritted her teeth and couldn't bear it anymore. She stepped forward and snatched the wine pot from her hand, and said, "Princess, you can't drink it anymore."

Tuoba Yao ignored Meng Zhuqing and did not go to compete for the wine pot with Meng Zhuqing. She just picked up the wine cup. There was only a little wine in the wine cup. Meng Zhuqing originally thought Tuoba Yao could drink it, but wanted to grab the wine cup. Now he hoped that she would not drink a drop of wine again.

But before Meng Zhuqing could reach out to grab it, Tuoba Yao crushed the white porcelain wine cup. The white porcelain pieces splashed everywhere, and some white porcelain pieces pierced deeply into her palm.

For a moment, the palm of her hand was pricked with blood.

Meng Zhuqing was startled and didn't care about the noble princess in front of him, and even more so about the difference between men and women. He stepped forward and broke away her hand that tightly crushed the wine cup.

She is the wine glass in her right hand.

As soon as he opened his right hand, he saw the bloody inside. Meng Zhuqing felt so distressed that he couldn't help himself.

"If you are angry or sad, you can beat the enemy and throw things. Why do you hurt yourself like this?"
Chapter completed!