In her dreams, her eyes were suddenly able to see through. You see, through the western wall, there is a little-known dark pavilion. In the dark pavilion, there is clearly a pair of combat boots.

Suddenly, her heart turned confusion into madness. Her gaze followed the mighty boots, followed the mighty battle skirt, and climbed upward, and she was shocked to see a silver helmet and silver armor, like a towering one; Walking upstream, you will see a peerless figure, such as standing tall; Continuing to gallop upward, he saw a black face, as resolute as he was.

What a handsome boy! Sword eyebrows and starry eyes, wise and martial!

Although the dream was in a trance, I was even more puzzled: "Where have I seen it!" Have you seen it? How familiar! Is it more than familiar? Think about it day and night! ”

He's Aaron!

No, he's not Aaron! He is clearly a "flying dragon in the sky"!

She was even more surprised: "Since this face doesn't belong to Ah Long, why is it full of magic?" "Why, he seems to be smiling at me!

What kind of laugh is this?

The smile is bright enough to make a hundred dead vines sprout. The frankness of the smile is enough to make the thousand-year-old iron tree bloom. The warmth of a smile is enough to melt the iceberg of eternity.

In the dream, she was looking at it, and the smile on the young man's face changed rapidly. Suddenly it was as cold as ice. What kind of apathy is this? It is enough to keep the lava from spewing, the volcano from erupting, the frost and snow from dark, and the ice choking the cold river.

How cold is this face? With this face, Hou Yi doesn't have to shoot the sun to drive away the heat and chase the flames. How icy is this face? With this face, walkers don't have to ask for a banana fan. How cold is this face? With this face, Chang'e doesn't have to go to the moon to build a wide cold.

She listened to the sound of the piano, immersed in her dreams, confused, dizzy, and confused: "It's just a face, how can it be so changeable?" "Saving your heart, washing your brain, and passing your God. Look carefully, pour your heart into it, and look carefully: "This face is still colder than frost and snow, colder than glaciers!" ”

What a "chameleon"!

Fortunately, she has grown wise and has already given birth to extremely strong antibodies, which are almost invulnerable, enough to be immune to him for life. In just a moment, you can resist the sound of the piano, expel the charm, and regain sobriety. A comprehensive anti-virus will completely erase the shadow of "Flying Dragon in the Sky" from memory.

In order to survive, try to get rid of dreams. However, despite twelve points of caution and twelve points of respect, Shu wine is fluid, and it is really unwilling to obey, and it is slightly tilted, and it is unscrupulous and splashed.

In an instant, the smell of wine was smoking, and it was past Mingxia's stinky feet. The green lotus who sprinkled the wine on the upper body, under the influence of the wine, was drowsy again.

Knowing that the beauty is on the side, the joy is unbearable, and even forgets life and death, can't help but feel uneasy, the poetry is prosperous, and he actually wants to imitate Li Bai, and fights wine with hundreds of poems: "Beauty sends wine, red fat knows green and thin." Thousands of years of Shu, Yunnan and Guizhou, the eternal love is still the same. ”

Qinghexin said: "Tea mangosteen."

The sea is secluded, and the Shu Palace is stormy. Unprovoked fighting, innocent whipping. It rained overnight in Bashan, and it was difficult to understand the hatred in my heart. A pot of wine in Shuling is difficult to pour out the worries in my heart!"

Although he was worried about the future, he still swallowed his anger and put this glass of wine that was easy to fill on the table of Zhile.

Unexpectedly, Zhile smiled and finished chanting, so he hurriedly reached out to take the cup for fear of slacking off the beauty.

He just took the cup, and reached into the sleeve of the green lotus. In this way, it not only blocked her way to deliver wine, but also affected the accuracy of her cup.

Her hands were trembling and unstable, not to mention, the wine glass was too full, where could she resist such a toss? Once again, it was splashed on a large scale, and once again it was poured with wine on a large scale.

She cried in her heart: "I am an apprentice in a tea workshop, and I work hard to roast tea for a month, and I only earn 800 yuan. This garment is all my furniture. If the king doesn't make a move, it will be enough, and if he does, it will cause me to go bankrupt. ”

She was so sad and indignant that her little hands trembled even more, and if she was careless, the whole glass of wine was ruined in Zhile's chest.

Zhile is also not poured into a vessel, more than the green lotus, drenched in wine, not angry but laughing, while tidying up the placket, wiping the wine stagnation, while calmly and self-mocking: "The wine of Shu is clear, it can wet my heart; The wine of Shu is turbid, you can wet my clothes! The dance of beauty is wonderful, it can make my heart happy; The hands of the beauty are shaking, you can enjoy my skirt! ”

Qinghe was confused by the sound of the snow song and piano, and almost blurted out: "The poetry of knowledge and music is sour, and it can be made into vinegar; The poetry of pleasure stinks and can smoke a dog to death."

was in a trance, although he was annoyed that Zhile compared her with just Shu wine, it was too deep. However, she no longer cares about pursuing it, and it is important to escape. So far, although the wine is not satisfactory, it is also a great success. It's better to take advantage of the joy of poetry and happiness, and slip away.

Na Cheng thought, before she got up, Mantuo had already snatched back the weapon, and hit the third whip with a head and face: "Stupid!" Neither will accompany the wine! Don't go back yet! ”

At this time, she sat up straight, looked ahead, suddenly smelled a rosin, and couldn't help the temptation, a pair of beautiful eyes, obsessed, looking at the opposite west wall, people have suddenly fallen into a dream. Her starry eyes met unexpectedly with the "flying dragon in the sky" behind the wall.

In the dream, she looked at the iceberg face and looked at it carefully in order to confirm the "chameleon" conjecture.

Sure enough, that face was full of murderous energy, and it was clearly full of remorse. Regret not at the beginning, feel compassion, and lead the lotus into Shu. Regret not at the beginning, never extinguish the mouth, and leave the lotus into trouble.

At the moment of life and death, I thought of Ah Long again, and felt sad: "In my life, I can no longer know you?" "Looking around in my dream, I was at a loss.

Excessive blood loss, cold poison attack, sinking into a dream, deeply touched: "Thousands of hopes, looking forward to piercing, Ah Long has never appeared." "The flying dragon is in the sky", treachery, but in front of you. ”

Just when Qinghe was half-asleep and self-pitying, Mantuo's third whip came with shock.

Fortunately, Zhile reacted quickly, protected her in front of him, and said with a smile: "Miss He, you are naturally so beautiful that "Yun wants clothes and flowers want to look", not only Yun Hehua misses you, but even the princess's silver whip thinks about you; The princess's spirit fox is even more in your mind! It's just that I don't know, what are the beauties thinking when they are so distracted? ”

Qinghe suddenly woke up and frowned: "What am I thinking?" I hope you don't open your mouth, so that I don't have nothing to do. ”

Seeing that Zhile was protecting him, Mantuo hurriedly withdrew his hand, but it was too late. The silver whip was whipped on Zhile's back, and it was like a golden gee contending, and the "clanging" sounded.

Qinghe was grateful, and his respect came spontaneously: "Thanks to Zhile's profound skills, I didn't frown at this cruel whip." Such a heroic man with steel and iron bones is designated as the strongest ally. Thinking of this, it was even more enlightened: "Zhile wears sharp armor inside and a brocade robe outside, so he has already been prepared." A hero is a hero, and if I am a mortal, ten lives will be lost. ”

Suddenly, two sharp swords shot from the first column on the left in front of them. She couldn't help but rise to the top, and met a pair of fierce eyes. The moment the hand-to-hand combat grew, there was a big shudder!

The owner of those eyes is King Jia, who kills people invisibly and harms people without a shadow. Such cold eyes, such a burning gaze, made her shudder, and she just wanted to flee quickly.

Before she could get up, King Jia had already spoken: "Your Majesty, the old minister has a word, I don't know whether to say it or not." As soon as these words came out, she only felt that the top of her brain was cold, the soles of her feet were cold, and the back of her neck was ventilated: "Shicai bleed too much, and Han Feng was highly poisoned." ”

There were several shivers one after another, and he was secretly warned: "King Jia is in trouble, and the bloody battle begins." ”

Zhuo Yun, who was sitting on the jade steps, still had a smile on his face, "Why is Uncle Wang polite?" But if you have something to say, it doesn't hurt to say it directly. ”

King Jia tidied up his appearance and said coldly: "My Xishu is a blessed land of civilization, and it is also a state of etiquette. Shu and Wu have a deep vendetta, and now it is the time for Shu and Wu to go to war. Shuyu palace hall, how can Wu State be a spy? ”

Zhuo Yun seemed to have expected it, remained silent, and smiled calmly: "Uncle Wang! I don't know where the spy of Wu you refer to, where is it? The widow is so clumsy that he really can't see it. ”

King Jia was sitting precariously and said, "Don't you know? The right person to dance the tea picking dance, and now the person who accompanies the wine for the king of music is. ”

Zhuo Yun was not angry but happy when he heard this, slowly looked at Qinghe, warmed his heart and lungs, and smiled slightly: "Oh, Qinghe girl, the widow still doesn't know, are you from Wu?" ”

Qinghe only felt that Jin Ge's iron horse was moving, and the wind, sword, frost and sword were pressing, shaking his head again and again, and flatly denied: "Qiqi Jun, Qinghe is a native of Nanyu, not a native of Eastern Wu." ”