Fuchen looked at her appearance and laughed faintly, then drank the soju in the glass.

"I was in the Medicine King Valley before, which was given by Yun Xiaoxian." He looked at Zhao Yue and raised his hand to look like he was invited.

At the moment, two pots of wine, Junjishan's house, Fu Chen, who was smiling very evilly, made Zhaoyue's back feel cold and waved his hand a little hesitantly: "No, no, no, what wine should I drink in this broad daylight..."

In fact, she always wants to drink it. The alcohol in Medicine King Valley is extremely pure. Since she drank it once at Yun Xiaoxian, it has not been so easy to forget it.

But now, at this moment, she felt that Fu Chen looked like he was cheating.

Not only that, I also vaguely remembered that because I had drunk three glasses of wine in the morning, the little bastard inexplicably called for her to be responsible. Thinking of the ban on drinking in Yuehai Huanhua Pavilion, a trace of sweat slowly oozing from her forehead.

Fu Chen looked at her appearance and smiled and dragged his chin: "Do you know where this is?"

Zhao Yue grinned and rubbed her butt hypocritically, shaking her head like a rattle: "I don't know, don't know."

"East Wilderness, a broken temple on Junji Mountain." Fu Chen still smiled and looked at her squeaky look with interest. "A thousand years ago, I met a woman in black clothes here."

Zhao Yue smiled awkwardly and looked at his cheek. This guy clearly said it lightly, but no matter how hard he looked like his eyes were staring at her, her back became colder and colder, and she always felt something was in her words.

But Fuchen seemed to enjoy her aggrieved feeling very much. After saying this, he didn't continue talking and poured another cup on his own: "It's rare that there is only two of us, does Yue'er have nothing to say to me?"

"Ah?" Zhao Yue was confused when asked, tilted her mouth and gave him a blank look. "Can something like the dragon vein be distorted casually? Now, Donghuang Junji Mountain, I'm afraid it will take a day or two to turn back..."

"I mean..." Fu Chen suddenly interrupted her complaint, raised her voice two points, and looked at her eyes, "You don't plan to tell me carefully, what is the relationship between me, the ancient emperor?"

After saying that, he looked at Zhao Yue's eyes and his smile became deeper.

This sudden question made the unprepared Zhaoyue not know how to answer for a moment.

Although she knew that the boy in front of her just wanted to listen to her explanation, not asking her whether she was right or not. How could Prince Fuchen, who was as sharp as an owl at night, not noticed the things related to him during this period? Behind him is the shadow of the ancient emperor.

Zhaoyue looked at his face and vaguely recalled what the Emperor said to her in Kunlun Abyss just now: No matter what choice she made, even in hell, he would accompany her.

Did it mean that from the very beginning, the Emperor knew what she would choose?

Zhaoyue sighed softly, sat next to the table, took the wine filled with Fuchen, and drank it all in one go.

"Thirty-hundred thousand years ago, the emperor entered the world in response to the disaster, and then after three lives, he fell on the imperial vein of the Heavenly Clan." Zhao Yue said, snatching Fu Chen's wine and pouring a glass of himself, "But, because of some strange things, he died inexplicably at the Battle of the Wasteland. If I say this, you should understand what your relationship is with him, right?"

Fu Chen raised his eyes slightly, without any surprise, and indirectly confirmed Zhaoyue's judgment.

"I tell you because I don't want you to think I'm hiding something from you, but if I don't tell you before, I don't want you to have any burden."

The second glass of wine slowly entered his throat, and the mellow breath gradually faded away. She glanced at Fu Chen's eyes and sighed: "The common master of the world and the world in all directions is not a good job. Since you have already jumped out of that cycle, don't resist it on your shoulders. You are not the emperor in this life, you are Fu Chen."

The boy in front of him smiled faintly: "I was Fu Chen in my previous life, but this life may not be anyone."

It’s not necessarily Fu Chen, what is that? Could it be that I have been determined to be her disciple in this life and stay with her and never leave?!

She was speechless by this meaningful sentence.

"By the way." Zhao Yue put down the wine glass in her hand, took out three scrolls from the Qiankun bag in her arms, picked out two of the unopened rolls, and pushed them in front of Fu Chen, "I haven't read these two scrolls yet."

As he said that, he took the other one back into his own Qiankun bag.

Fu Chen looked at her appearance and asked, "What is that volume?"

Zhao Yue waved her hand and made excuses: "What treasure is hidden in the Yuehai Huanhua Pavilion? It's not something for you."

Seeing that her face was not changed, Fu Chen was puzzled, but he didn't ask any more questions. While holding the two scrolls in front of him, he also took the wine pot in front of Zhaoyue, covered the lid, and stuffed it into his Qiankun bag.

"Hey?" Zhao Yue looked at him with a confused look on his face and took away the wine pot. "Didn't you say you'll have a few drinks?"

Fu Chen gave her a contemptuous look: "Didn't you have had two drinks?"

She was a little angry and muttered: "Drinking a few cups is not a couple of cups, you're stingy."

This was like a child's words, which made Fu Chen chuckled. While taking apart the strap on the scroll, he raised his eyebrows: "You had drunk three cups before and wanted to take off my clothes. In this way, if you make a marriage contract in black and white, I will let you have a good drink."

Look, is it what people say?

Zhaoyue opened her mouth and couldn't speak for a long time.

"Oh, no, you have already had a marriage contract with the Emperor of the Ancient, that means you are mine, right?" Fu Chen smiled and looked at her.

Zhao Yue pursed her lips and knocked her fingers on the table a few times: "Don't forget where this is. What happened on Junji Mountain back then is known to everyone. I am a kind person and never wins over what I love."

After hearing what she said, Fu Chen's smile became deeper. He held her chin with interest, looked at her righteous expression, and burst into laughter: "Who was on Junji Mountain back then? Didn't Yue'er know what was in his heart?"

Zhao Yue was indeed caught off guard by his quick and quick questioning. She had to let herself reexamine the boy in front of her with a pair of fox ears. Did he know the truth from the beginning? Or did she accidentally leave her mouth in the process of getting along with her?

But Fu Chen didn't give her time to think, and said bluntly: "From the beginning, I was looking for the woman on Junji Mountain, the one who was not good at the language of the Heavenly Clan, so I just pretended to be a mute girl, the ancient Yuezun."

It really hit the point. It was not good at the language of the Heavenly Clan. He was too lazy to explain and pretended to be a mute girl. It looked like this kind of thing was really something that only Zhaoyue could do.

Following his smile-smile expression, Zhaoyue felt a little uncomfortable. She was suddenly panicked. She didn't know what the boy in front of her was deliberately bringing her here at this moment.

Could it be just for a marriage contract?
Chapter completed!