"You, you, you..." You said for a long time, but I didn't even say a complete sentence.
Sima Qing glanced at me disdainfully, as if looking at rubbish, and blew a loud whistle. The goshawk flapped its wings and soared into the sky: "Let's go."
The brightly lit Sima Mansion was filled with people, and the corridors and courtyards were filled with dark, surging crowds.
They were dressed grandly, as if they were attending some ceremony. They lined up in an orderly manner, winding around the yard like a long dragon, extending all the way to the outside of the gate... [
The entire scene was enveloped by a solemn air pressure.
Sima Yang's arrival made the originally quiet crowd suddenly become noisy. People kept nodding to Sima Yang with envious eyes and sending their blessings.
Sima Yang seemed a little uncomfortable with such a scene. He shyly grabbed his dazzling orange hair and nodded to everyone with a smile.
Wow! This guy Sima Yang is really popular!
Following Sima Yang and Sima Qing on equal footing, I was like a country bumpkin who had just entered the city. I felt that everything was so fresh! I looked left and right and admired it, for fear of missing any scene.
Just when my mouth was overflowing (of course, it didn't really come out), Sima Qing said nothing, raised a big slap, slapped two big pancakes on the back of my head, and the sound was like ice.
The sword is no different: "Try making that disgusting sound to me again?"