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At this time, Lin Xiaoxiao's eyes secretly looked at the two young men.

Looking at the picture of pushing the cup and laughing, Lin Xiaoxiao (Zi Nianxi) came to her mind like a teasing episode in front of the court.

Falling from the sky, but in the dark was supported by Yang Ling, who had admired him for a long time in the letterhead, and thought of the words he had guessed with the girl on the way to Jiangcheng in the picturesque city, and now the young man he had never seen before was sitting opposite her.

A touch of the morning sun appeared on the branches, just caring about Ren's temper, at that time, before he had time to look at Yang Ling's eyes, his heart thought of meeting the young man in the letterhead under different atmosphere pictures many times, but he met in such a hurry under such circumstances, he was shy no less than a thousand times, and his heart kept speculating about Yang Ling in that letterhead I didn't know how to look at her.

Yang Ling's eyes were always on the woman beside her, and she was becoming more and more restless when she sat opposite.

Lin Nianxi frowned, muttered, and completely focused on the picture that seemed to be in her eyes, even the maid next to her kept calling her to sit and ignore her, and the unfolded jade arm turned away and stretched out her white and tender hand, poking and poking around in the dishes in front of her with the bamboo chopsticks in her hand, and kept whispering softly in her mouth.

What she didn't know was that she thought that these picturesque coarse tea and light rice in Jiangcheng did not meet her appetite.

It's still an innocent dish full of her vinegar.

Lin Yan, who was sitting in the guest seat, was drinking freely, looking at Lin Xiaoxiao, who didn't know etiquette, from the afterglow of the wine glass, and suddenly a trace of dissatisfaction rose from a pair of smiling pupils. It's just a matter of being so rude at home in normal times, but now in the future, my parents-in-law are still presumptuous. One day, it was spread out from the picturesque, and the people of Jiangcheng and the children of the Shi clan laughed at him for Lin Yan's lack of strict family education.

"Brother Lin Yan, I haven't seen you for more than ten years, I think you and I were cynical in the cold window of the old man's house back then, and now I will be married, sighing that time flies!" Yang Kongshan made a wine ceremony, his face under the traces of the years sighed slightly, and drank the light and shadow in the cup.

"Lin Yan, I didn't expect you to be a kid, just like in the past, a little coachman and a young man, to come to this Jiangcheng for your baby-like daughter. ”

Uncle Nangong Shi put the wine in his hand was on his mouth and didn't take a sip, his eyes were scattered and thoughtful, they sat at the banquet in the painting more than ten years ago, like a young man like Qin Changjie, and they were full of spirit and longing to use their ambition to exchange their ambition for the present years.

Talking and laughing, the former figures are gone, and few people have their original hearts.

"Little coachman, young man, now I just want to live a peaceful life with both children under my knees, and be a hard-working coachman. Lin Yan gently put down the wine glass and sighed deeper than before.

After hearing that his former classmates and friends have now become silent sighs, the annoyance that has been stored in his stomach for a long time is not good to vent among the juniors in the audience in the picturesque, and he poured the wine from the wine jug in front of him into his mouth alone.

In the painting, I saw Yang Kongshan, who never drank alcohol and only drank tea, but abandoned the gentle and delicate world of the gentleman they knew in the past, and exchanged cups with the elders who had never seen them on the stage. However, that Nangong Shushi naturally understands it, although he has not smelled the smell of wine for three days, but he knows that when Nangong Shushi came to the painting alone, he only drank his lips a few times, closed his eyes slightly, and tasted carefully, which is not like this at this moment.

Qin Changjie, who grew up in the painting, has been drinking so much since he was a child, if Uncle Nangong is drinking like this at this moment, no matter who is in the south, south, west, and north, the world belongs to him alone, and he has made achievements on the road of cultivation, and he is a person who looks up to the sky and smiles freely.

But the reality always breaks the ambition of youth, and the happiness and enmity in his heart are four years after coming to Jiangcheng Picturesque, a sentence of frail and sick is not suitable for cultivation, and Yuanhai has broken all the ease in his heart.

Even if I go to the Tao, I am floating feathers, my clothes are good, my heart is worried, and I am in my place...

But Qin Changjie he cut off the long road of cultivation, unintentionally, and the young master of the Liujia acquaintance, saw that night rain under the Liujia iron cavalry completely ignited the ambition in his heart, although life is short, like floating, can be done once in the available time, drunk to pick up the lamp to see the sword, in the dream to blow the horn company camp, eight hundred miles under the command, fifty strings to turn the outside sound, the battlefield autumn soldiers.

Congenitally weak, sick like a mountain, he doesn't believe it, what he believes is that he Qin Changjie was ordered by his parents, the road is his own choice to go, don't complain about the sky or the earth, when he is born, what is is what is, don't hate injustice.

Even if the inadequacy was denied, Qin Changjie was still constantly looking for his skills.

Qin Changjie, who was sitting on the ground in the audience, looked at Nangong Shushi, who was so free and easy on the stage, with his face clubbed with one hand, and Yang Ling beside him frowned, but he still had thoughts in his heart about the imperfect encounter with Lin Xiaoxiao.

Baili Luoran, who hadn't spoken for a long time, showed a helpless smile on his face, saluted Lin Yan, and deliberately glanced at Nangong Shushi, who was drinking alone, and whispered: "Brother Lin Yan, you and I are married, and the old man of Nangong, who cultivates martial arts, has always been a little uncomfortable when he sees such a match made in heaven, otherwise he would have had to talk to my brother-in-law Kongshan about matchmaking if he had a daughter." ”

At this moment, Nangong Shushi, who was tilting his neck into his mouth, although the anger of indignation in his heart gradually extinguished, was deliberately ridiculed by Baili Nangong with such words, and suddenly ignited, wanting to put a few words of annoyance in his heart, seeing Yang Kongshan's pupils slightly winked, he retreated and sneered.

Outside the window, the night is graying, and the chill is eating everything endlessly.

However, full of wine and delicacies, after drinking the slightly burned wine, the slightly chilled air did not feel a trace of coolness in the body, but there was a coldness in the heart.

"Brother Luoran, if you forget, I, Lin Yan, have not forgotten what happened back then, although it is dusty, how did you survive today. Lin Yan's eyes were a little dim, and he put down his wine glass and landed on the long table.

"How dare I forget, if it weren't for his Nangong Shushi's daughter... She is now the happiest woman in the world!" The wine glass held in the palm of Baili's hand turned into powder in an instant, his eyes were scarlet, and a bitter tear fell from his blood-red pupils.

As his hands gradually opened, the powder of the wine glass fell on the long table, and the gray sky began to snow. The wine glass in her hand is gone, the long table in the room is gone, and the whole picture seems to disappear into the snow, only to see the snow falling, and a woman covered in scars for a little baby girl, showing a faint smile and sleeping forever in the arms of the man she admires the most.

At that time, I couldn't hear a trace of crying in my most uncomfortable breath, and I only dared to hold the woman tightly in my arms, if it wasn't for the crying of the baby girl, who had been seriously injured for several days without resting and the source qi in her body was exhausted, she would not have wasted too much time to save the best time to save the woman.

The cold night, the gray snow, just knowing that she was by his side, there was hope of living, but a cry made this beautiful dream completely shattered.

"The night of that day was as dark as this, he was bleeding for the so-called Shengyuan Empire in his heart, even his closest little sister could not be saved, how many monks and disciples of the century-old foundation were destroyed, and they did not hesitate to cross the river and tear down the bridge after using it, you broke your original oath and became the cold-blooded executioner in front of him. Baili Luoran sneered at himself.

A few people in Qin Changjie under the stage drank by themselves and got a little drunk, it was a lively banquet, but they fell into an atmosphere full of coldness at some point, and everyone on the stage looked at the young people who were naturally familiar with the audience, and suddenly reminded them of their former selves.

"Uncle Yang, there is a happy event tonight, so he sent these slightly drunk children back to the room, and instructed the men, women and children in the painting to go to the Wind Chime Pavilion to receive the reward for this month. Yang Kongshan summoned Yang Bo behind him and whispered softly.

"Yes, sir. ”

In the dark, the middle-aged man with a broken arm gradually walked in, and ordered some people to help the young man who was drunk after drinking some wine in the audience back to the house, and when Yang Bo turned around, Yang Kongshan vaguely took out a white jade bottle from his cuff and gave it to him.

"Why do you want to think of the past, the most high-spirited young man in the Jiufang Shi clan back then, in my Yang Zhenru painting, because of the marriage together, why not have a drink, and the lonely brother who drank alone in the corner Don't you feel a little lonely?"

Looking at the corner of the stage, wearing red armor and red boots alone and tasting the cold night in the glass, shaking the wine glass slightly, a sly ripple appeared at the corner of his mouth, put down the wine glass, and took off the golden crown of hair on his head.

I saw that the wine glass turned into a long rainbow suspended in the air in front of the corner, stopped for half a moment, and then fell on the long table in front of him, fluctuating slightly, the wine in the cup did not spill a drop, Yang Kongshan turned into a phantom for a moment, and appeared in front of the person in the corner with the wine glass in his hand.

A deep voice fell, and the two of them smiled.

"Brother Lonely, don't come unharmed!"

"It's still the same as in the past, and it's still a little white-faced son" Then Yang Kongshan said a word, and drank the wine in his hand.

"The clever tongue and wisdom of the empty mountain are still disgusting!"

"Brother Lonely, the empty mountain has been in this river city for more than ten years, and now this mouth is just a tool for teaching Mr. to eat, although there is some disgust, but the students always remember a few points in their hearts. ”

The snow in the sky is getting heavier and heavier, the temperature is constantly dropping, like the painting at this time has been covered with a layer of snow-like clothes, the pool of lake water gradually formed a thin layer of ice, a gust of cold wind flowed through Yang Kongshan, and the wine glass in his hand seemed to see a thin layer like frost.

Outside the door of the painting, suddenly a wave of iron riders appeared from the dark night like ghosts, and the snow on the peach blossom trees was affected by such vibrations, and fell on a carriage behind the iron rider and disappeared.

When the car stopped, the man in the red coat stepped out of it and walked into the picture.