The bonfire dinner at night was luxurious and exquisite, Yun Fan looked at the scene in front of him, looked up at the starry sky under the clear night sky, and took a deep breath, in the end, it was royal style, as if he was in a luxurious and fashionable retro party!

Modern people are now popular to play retro duì, there are various themes, it won't be cosplay, and Yun Fantasy suddenly has the illusion of time and space in a moment.

"What are you stupid about? Still not ready to take a seat? Wen Zhao pushed her, his eyes were full of disdain, and he shook his head slightly, it is estimated that this kind of unfavored boudoir lady has never seen such a scene.

Yun Xuan didn't like his eyes, gave him a blank look, sat down, hum! Underestimate people!

Fang only realized the fact of this time and space, and helplessly raised his head to look at the night, not wanting to meet the North Sword that was looking directly at her, he didn't know when he was standing behind her,

She jumped up: "Huh? When did you come? ”

"What's it called?" Beijian frowned.

"Dry ...... Why? Yun Phantom's voice trembled slightly.

It is impossible to say, Beijian has already pulled up Yun Xuan, she wants to break free, but she is powerless, without half a word, he dragged her away,

"The king is here, what are you going to do?" She struggled to break free, but she whispered angry scolding.

At this time, Wen Zhao couldn't bear it anymore and stood up

Before the words of "Beijian ......" were spoken, he was gambled back by Beijian: "Uncle Huang, Phantom Er is sitting in the wrong position, please forgive Uncle Huang!" Jian'er's seat is over there" As he spoke, Beijian pointed to the banquet couch diagonally opposite.

Phantoms? Mu Yunhuan was about to get goosebumps when he heard this, and he followed Beijian's instructions and saw that the banquet was empty, huh? What about his beloved Xue Yimei?

Before she could think about it, she had already been pulled into Beijian's side in a daze.

The whole banquet, singing and dancing, raising the lamp carnival, the North Palace occupies the limelight, the king praises the North Sword, pampers the emperor and grandson, appreciates the cloud fantasy, and is a happy celebration scene for a good family.

Here, Wen Zhao sneered and drank all the cups one by one, Yun Huan was beside Beijian, but his heart stayed in Wen Zhaona, watching him drink wine one by one, and his heart was very anxious.

"Why do you look so distracted?" Beijian swept coldly towards her.

"Where's your snow?" She asked casually, rolled up her sleeves and took a sip of wine, her eyes still swept over Wen Zhao, who was slanting at the table.

"What's the matter, have you eaten the vinegar of this king?" The handsome face was rarely frozen, and the corners of his mouth were secretly raised 45 degrees.

Narcissist? Yun Xuan rolled his eyes in his heart.

didn't care about him at all, thinking about how to walk up to Wen Zhao reasonably and naturally and take off his wine jug.

Seeing that Yun Huan was absent-minded tonight, he ignored him and ignored him, Beijian had never felt so itchy and unbearable, the more this was the case, the more it aroused the desire to conquer in his heart, a long-lost feeling of déjà vu, perhaps hidden in his heart, and today it was finally ignited again!

With a loud bang, the horns of the bull blew from all directions, and suddenly a bonfire lit up in the distance, and the fiery red flames lit up the entire sky, a piece of blood, and people suddenly left the table one after another, and for some reason, the cloud illusion was also pulled up by the northern sword, and also ran towards the blood red in the distance......

"What's wrong? What happened? What about children? My baby? ”