His background is very ruthless, cold, lonely, proud, and hides something that people can't see.

Those things are Chen Qishan's pain, a heart-to-bone pain.

Zhu Ziyue knows everything, he understands everything, and he understands Chen Qishan's pain.

Even if he knew Chen Qishan's pain and knew who the enemy was, he couldn't do anything.

In the past two years, he has been lazy and inactive, and he is in the position of prime minister, but he is just wading into the muddy waters of the capital, which cannot be stirred up by his own strength.

He's waiting, waiting for the perfect moment.

Now is the time.

The time and place are all right, but the scars that belong to them will be ruptured again, the flesh will be torn apart, and the pain will be doubled.

Until Chen Qishan's back disappeared, Zhu Ziyue reached out and wiped his face.

He turned, reached out and picked up the flask on the table, gulping down the spout.

When he drank, his Adam's apple moved, and he drank the wine as water.

The eyes that used to be calm and introverted are slightly red at this time.

For so many years, he has never forgotten his original intention.

The price to pay is too great.

Thinking of the cold back of Chen Qishan leaving, mixed with inexplicable loneliness, he really felt sorry for him.

The peach blossom brew in the wine pot was drunk, and Zhu Ziyue casually put it on the table.

Unsteady in hand, the flask slumped sideways on the table, colliding with the plate of food that hadn't moved much.

Zhu Ziyue walked to the window of the private room in despair.

Looking at the traffic downstairs and the people walking on the street, his eyes were dark, and there was not the slightest light.

Soon, he saw Chen Qishan's back, and his presence was too obvious in the crowd.

The straight back makes it easy to catch at a glance.

Zhu Ziyue lowered his eyes, and all kinds of emotions under his eyes were wantonly.

When he raised his eyes again, Chen Qishan's figure was gone.

Zhu Ziyue turned around and walked towards the door, he should also leave.

……

Chen Qishan has the faint fragrance of peach blossom brewing all over his body, and he walks on the streets where people come and go.

He didn't control his emotions just now, and his eyes were still slightly red at this time.

Just then, someone blocked his way.

Chen Qishan raised his eyes lightly and looked at the person blocking the road in front of him with an indifferent expression.

Seeing this person's face, Chen Qishan's eyes were a little surprised, but it was a little fleeting.

He said lightly: "It's you, Qi Jiu." ”

The person who blocked the road was named Qi Jiu, a tall and sturdy man, and the other party's eyes were cold, and he was very proud.

After Chen Qishan spoke, the coldness in Qi Jiu's eyes gradually subsided.

His cold voice sounded, "My young master has an invitation." ”

"Hehe......" Chen Qishan laughed in a low voice.

As he opened his mouth and smiled, the faint fragrance of the peach blossom became more and more intense.

Qi Jiu looked at Chen Qishan, who was obviously a little drunk, but knew that he was not drunk.

He has a good amount of alcohol, smelling the faint aroma of wine around him, how can he get drunk with a low concentration of wine.

Chen Qishan didn't plan to pretend to be drunk, but when he heard Qi Jiu say about my young master, he thought of the man who looked ordinary, but had a noble status.

He asked, "Where is your young master?" ”

Qi Jiu's gaze looked at the Drunken Immortal Tower not far away.

It was very close to Chen Qishan, after all, he had just come out of it.

Without further ado, Chen Qishan turned around and walked towards the Drunken Immortal Tower, Qi Jiu followed closely behind him, and strictly followed his entourage.

It was during this period that when Zhu Ziyue looked upstairs again, Chen Qishan was gone.

He didn't know that Chen Qishan had just left the Drunken Immortal Building, and was stopped by someone and returned to the Drunken Immortal Building.