Crack! Crack!
At the wedding scene in Furong Garden, the sound of fireworks was heard one after another, and the gorgeous fireworks painted the night sky of Chang'an in a variety of colors.
In the pavilion by the Qujiang Pool, a group of children were chasing each other and playing around under the round banquet table. Occasionally, they bumped into the corner of the table without crying, and continued to play while stroking their heads.
The waiters brought delicious dishes cooked by famous chefs from all over the world. The tribute wine from the Yu Kingdom was placed in the middle of the round table for free.
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Perhaps because the surrounding environment was too noisy, He Fanshuang silently took a white jade bottle, stood up, left the wine table, and walked up the stairs to the high building.
The most beloved princess of the Yu Kingdom got married, and Si Tianjian naturally found a good life for this purpose. There were no clouds in the night sky, only the moonlight was clear and the stars were twinkling.
Not far below the pavilion is the Qinglu tent where the bride and groom meet.
Looking over, not only Song Shaoyuan, but also Yang Yu and others were serving as groomsmen. Even the prince and the king of Yue were standing in front of Qinglu to receive guests.
He Fanshuang opened the cap of the white jade bottle with an expressionless face, took a closer look, and raised his eyebrows unconsciously.
That’s all, grape juice is just grape juice.
She raised the bottle and took a sip.
"Give me some too."
Qiu Feng came over at some point, holding a wine glass in his hand. He followed He Fanshuang's example, holding on to the railing and looking at the scenery below.
He Fanshuang glanced at her, and while releasing her mental power, she controlled the grape juice in the white jade bottle to flow out on its own, turning it into a trickle and pouring into the wine glass, and asked lightly: "Aren't you going to Qinglu?"
"You didn't go either?"
Qiu Feng took back the wine glass, swung the purple-red grape juice in it, and said: "It will take a while for the wedding ceremony. It won't be too late to wait."
After saying that, she raised her wine glass, touched it with the wine bottle in He Fanshuang's hand, and drank the juice in one gulp.
"You're secretly drinking something good without calling me, are you?"
As footsteps approached along the stairs, Ji Linglang also climbed up the tall building and said with a smile: "Add me."
The lack of a wine bottle was not a problem for the monks. Ji Linglang snapped her fingers, used her mind to form the shape of a wine bottle, and extracted some juice on her own.
clang--
The white jade bottle, the wine glass and the mental wine bottle clinked against each other, and the three girls leaned on the railing, silently drinking juice that was not wine.
The bustle in the tent, the exchange of drinks in the restaurant, and the fireworks in the night sky seemed to be in another world, insulated from them.
A gust of night wind blew, adding a bit of desolation.
"No, this is too sad."
Qiu Feng shook his head vigorously, placed the wine glass heavily on the railing, looked at He Fanshuang and said, "I thought you would be the winner."
"I also thought the winner would be you."
He Fanshuang's tone remained calm and without raising his eyelids, he said calmly: "According to common sense, you and he spend the most time alone in the Imperial Medical Office and have the greatest opportunity, right?"
Qiu Feng curled his lips and said: "What about you? After reading books together for several years in the library, doesn't it also make you one step ahead?"
"So, no one thinks highly of me?"
Ji Linglang raised her hand and asked.
"Don't mention it. You can't do it on a first-come-first-served basis near the water."
Qiu Feng rolled his eyes at her, sighed, and raised his wine glass again. With a soft "dang" sound, the three of them drank another glass.
"Are you all hiding here and drinking?"
Sui Yi came over carelessly, holding a wine bottle, "Add me?"
The three girls turned their heads in unison. Qiu Feng looked Qiu Feng up and down, and asked with a curious look in his eyes: "Sister, you too?"
"What?"
Sui Yi blinked his eyes in confusion, and then noticed the strange atmosphere lingering here, and quickly waved his hands and said: "It has nothing to do with me, I'll leave first, so I won't disturb you."
After saying that, he hugged the tribute wine bottle and ran downstairs dejectedly.
"Well"
Ji Linglang shook the wine bottle made of telekinesis, thought for a while, and suddenly smiled: "Although it is miserable, there are people who are worse off than us. They lost in a daze thousands of miles away."
"Ha, that's true."
Qiu Feng smiled and patted the railing, "She should be crying now, right?"
"cheers"
Thinking of the state of mind of Jialuo who was far away in Turks, the three girls felt inexplicably better and clinked glasses again.
bass--
Thousands of miles away in the Turkic Royal Court's tent, Jialuo sat expressionlessly on a stool made from logs and cushioned with tiger skin, holding a scimitar in both hands and sharpening the blade.
Miso—— miso——
The scimitar scraped across the bluestone, sparking bright sparks.
"My little sister is coming out to eat."
As soon as Ashina Que Teqin opened the tent's rolling curtain, he saw Jialuo's cold gaze and immediately put down the rolling curtain, pretending that he had not seen anything.
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"Sunrise? Sunrise? What are you thinking about?"
Yang Yu's lowered voice brought Li Ang back from his thoughts.
"nothing."
He came back to his senses and shook his head towards Yang Yu.
"Nervous, right? Haha, I was like that too at the beginning."
Song Shaoyuan thought he was nervous, so he smiled and said: "Don't be too stressed, it will be over soon."
"Uh-huh."
Li Ang responded twice, but his thoughts were still heavy.
Something is wrong.
The imperial court has fully learned the lessons from the last change in Chang'an. Over the years, it has continuously strengthened the intensity of city defense restrictions and enriched the types of restrictions.
Countless monks were placed at the wedding site to worship. Even the vendors selling candied haws on the outside of Qujiang Pond might be the captain of the Zhenfu Division.
Even if the mountain chief is not here, he will not give the imperial assassins or even the Zhaoming monks an opportunity to take advantage of him.
What exactly went wrong.
The sound of drum music indicates that the auspicious time has arrived.
Li Ang suppressed the uneasiness in his heart, patted his cheek, focused his mind, and stepped into the curtain.
Inside the curtain, Li Leling was surrounded by a group of princesses and princesses, talking quietly.
Seeing Li Ang appear, she Shi Shiran stood up, held up the hem of her skirt and turned it around, and said with a sweet smile: "Does it look good?"
"nice."
Li Ang replied with a smile. From the corner of his eye, he inadvertently caught a glimpse of the mirror on the dressing table, and his figure suddenly froze.
He knew nothing about grand weddings. He spent the whole day listening to the arrangements of the etiquette officials in the Daming Palace while wandering around in his own thoughts.
Royal etiquette is complicated, and he has changed four or five pieces of clothing. What he is wearing now is a crimson groom's suit.
“Something is missing”
"precious thing"
"Why can't I remember?"
The nightmare of the past reappeared in front of my eyes, and these few words echoed in my mind like Hong Zhongdalu.
Li Ang felt a chill running down his spine and throughout his body, and subconsciously clenched his fists.
Far away in the cave to the east of Chang'an City, silt-like ink threads suddenly burst out and stuck to the surface of the Book of All Souls above the stone table.
Thousands of threads make up the vocal cords, and he asked Wanling Shudao hoarsely and sternly: "Tell me, what did I lose under the control of memory?!"
Wanlingshu remained indifferent, there was not a single word on the white paper.
This is enough.
Mo Si Ni Tuan closed the book, and the countless eyes growing on the surface revealed a chill.
According to the rules of the Book of All Souls, it should have answered "You have lost something",
Or [you are not manipulated by memory],
Or at least [you didn’t lose anything].
But when even the writing in the Book of All Souls cannot be revealed, it proves that the answer to the problem is beyond the scope of the Book of All Souls.
He did lose something.
Something stolen by Meng Tapir.
This chapter has been completed!