Traveling through the elf palace master play the king

Longyan Palace.

"Here, get the wine." A roar came from Wang's study. If I guessed correctly, it must be Shuyu who was being tortured.

Zuo Yan stopped Eunuch Yin who was about to get the wine and signaled them to leave first. He opened the door and walked in. The scene in the room opened his eyes. All the furnishings became targets for venting, except for Zhang Qingqing.

The portrait is still hanging on the wall without any damage.

In front of him, the king he admired most had a pale face, disheveled clothes, smell of alcohol all over his body, and stared at him with his resentful eyes, which were as sharp as if he wanted to tear him apart.

"King, you can't go on like this. It's not your style to give up on yourself. Can drinking solve everything?" Zuo Yan stepped forward and desperately wanted to wake up this drunken man.

Because the movement range was relatively large, the original wine bottles on the table were scattered all over the floor, making a crisp sound, which stimulated Long Shuyu's hearing. He pushed it away vigorously, not caring whether it would hurt Zuo Yan, "Why do you care?

Me, I just want Qingqing to come back. Wine can anesthetize my brain so that I can’t feel the heartache. You don’t understand at all” a man’s fragile

One side is fully exposed.

"If she knew you were hurting yourself, do you think she would feel better?" Zuo Yan's heart began to hurt. How could he not understand that feeling? Falling in love with a woman who could not be loved made his pain even more torturous.

"Will she know?" Long Shuyu said to himself.

A figure slipped into the room silently outside the door.

"Who?" Zuo Yan quickly protected Long Shuyu as soon as he found out. He knew that the current king didn't care about his life or death at all, but he couldn't care less.

The visitor did not answer or take any action. He just stood there, but the eyes he directed towards Long Shuyu were directed at Long Shuyu who was behind Zuo Yan.

Long Shuyu felt the familiarity in his eyes. He suddenly raised his head and looked at the person who came, and his body trembled. "Qing, is something wrong with Qingqing?" He quickly flashed past Zuo Yan and grabbed the body of the person who was about to fall.

"King, you are humble and incompetent." Jin looked tired and wore shabby clothes, showing that his upper body was scarred, and some of the wounds were still bleeding. He couldn't lift himself up in one breath and fell to his knees on the ground.

Zuo Yan and Shuyu were shocked, could it be that Qingqing... didn't dare to think further.

"What on earth is going on? Don't be hesitant." Zuo Yan supported the swaying Long Shuyu and urged Jin to speak clearly, otherwise the man in front of him would not know what would happen.

"The imperial concubine was kidnapped by thieves and was in danger." Jin lowered his head in guilt.

Zuo Yan breathed a sigh of relief, "This shows that the imperial concubine's life is not serious for the time being."

"Thieves? What's the origin?" Long Shuyu's eyes showed the cold light of the past, with a bloodthirsty expression.