Some people sit high in the night breeze, and the autumn wind blows their robes, which is extremely bleak.

It's cold in the heights—

It's just because the wind is strong!

She hugged her arms and took another big sip of wine, bathed in the stunned eyes of the princes, she didn't care, and fell into the memory.

In this situation, there is wine, there is wind? It's like the lonely night of Ninghua Pavilion back then......

The mood for a while was hazy, so that she couldn't tell the difference between reality and memory?

Who is it, drinking alone on a snowy night, and hearing that there is a strange poison?

It's cold......

She drank a jar alone, accompanied by the cold moonlight, it was really cold.

The wine of the Imperial Palace is indeed a famous wine, with a light floral fragrance, which is the fragrance of Muxi, and it is said that it is a full 50 years old this year......

Hey? Fifty years ago, Rong Jin was not Rong Jin, how did they find out?

Dongfang Yan muttered secretly-

You still have to drink the wine yourself, let me bury a yard of wine, and drink it all before leaving! It's not cheap for others!

It's so warm, and the smell of wine slowly spreads, exuding a hot and spicy aftertaste from the dantian, and waves sweep through the whole body.

Well, it's warm.

She drank another glass, who held her fingertips and indirectly pinched the cup? The hand seemed to tremble......

She looked up, her expression was a little ignorant, and the person in front of her seemed to be swaying and blurry, as if she was puzzled, why did she stop her from drinking?

In my ears, I realized that someone dissuaded the voice -

"Miss Dongfang, drink less, this is fifty years old."

Hmm, who is it? It seems that he ...... Roman......

Resemble...... Like whom? Who is Roman?

Hey? Am I not drinking alone in the yard?

He's back......

Her eyes are also moist and blurry, the fiery red of the reflection palace lamp, flickering, like a wave, the tail of her eyes is three points red, looking at it so faintly, who is stunned in front of her?

And her consciousness was vague, the fragments were staggered, hazy, and muttered......

"Sima Xuan? Aren't you in Rongjin? How did you get here? ”

The man froze and looked strange.

Then the picture flashed, and a pair of hands clasped on her shoulders and neck, warm and powerful, seemed to be different from the hand holding her cup, in comparison, warmer? Reassuring......

Someone shook her hard? She just felt that there were so many stars in front of her......

Buzzing in the ears, it seems like who's drinking?

"When I go out for a pillar of incense, you'll drink a whole jar of wine?"

"Huh?"

She was stunned, and a little ignorant and couldn't come back to her senses.

"A whole altar? Do you think it's a lot? ”

"Are you stupid, it's fifty years of aging, if you want to drink it, I'll move it all back to the palace, you drink it slowly in the future, what's the hurry? No one is robbing you. ”

"Someone." She was drunk, "Someone wants to rob you with me, and if I don't let it, that person will kill me, but who is that person, and who wants to kill me?" Is that you? ”

"Are you drunk?"

"You're going to kill me?"

？？？

She muttered, he didn't understand, this ability to talk nonsense is good, every time she drinks wine, she mutters, ah! I don't understand......

But she obviously looks normal?

The crystal step shook lightly and slowly, she raised her glass with one hand, her eyes were extremely clear, but she couldn't reflect the scene in front of her, as if she was looking into a distant place?

Sima Xuan asked cautiously and with a strange expression-

"Yan'er, are you drunk?"

"Huh? What do you say about drunken talk? Have you ever seen me drunk? ”

……

Someone helplessly held his forehead, "Okay, you're not drunk, what were you muttering just now?" ”

"I said, why haven't you come back for a long time, aren't you entangled by the vixen?"

"I smell vinegar."

"Huh? All I could smell was alcohol. ”

……

"Sister congratulates my sister on the wedding banquet, and specially dances the sword! Cheer up your sister! ”

She looked up lazily, and there was someone on the stage in a light red dress with a graceful figure, like, like a wind chime......

Not...... Who are the wind chimes?

Dongfang Yan rubbed his eyes and thought about it, Fang Cai's memories were intertwined and confused, and it seemed that a lot of strange names had popped up? She didn't have time to care, and looked at the field carefully-

Well? It turned out to be Dongfang Fei?

She stood straight, her eyes earnest, looking at her.

The hilt of the sword was in hand, and it seemed that the whole person had changed, and between the two of them looked at each other, there seemed to be lightning and thunder, and their minds were staggered in the firelight?

Dongfang Fei's vision was also far away, as if he remembered how long ago in Fangfei Pavilion, who had a conversation with whom?

"What do you want to do?"

"Vent."

"For whom?"

"For him."

"Okay, I'll help you."

"How can I help?"

"Hee-hee," someone chuckled, "if he has affection for you, he will definitely not protect you completely, and the scene will still be more or less biased towards your sister, do you want to try his affection?" ”

"Does he have affection for me......

Yes, tell me, yes?

Who's having a conversation? The rockery is secluded......

Who is it?

Snooping into the heart, cutting the heart every sentence?

Who is it?

Who inspires evil thoughts in the heart? Evil is born to the side of the guts.

The sword momentum was light and neat, the unopened long sword became more and more smooth like water, and a thin smile spread at the corner of her lips~

"Sister, do you dare to take it?!"

Someone looked at the woman on the high platform dressed in a golden veil and red, the crystal on her head shimmering, and she couldn't see her expression clearly.

"Sister?" She murmured, mocking, "Come on." ”

He didn't have time to stop it, she had already walked to Taichung, that figure was chic and outstanding, alone between the independent world in a trance, but there was momentum and exploded! No one can defend it.

"Sister, do you know what you can do?"

Dongfang Yan asked.

"Good!"

Who answered simply?

"But I'm not going to let you."

She smiled lightly, as if with a hazy smell of wine.

"Not necessarily."

Dongfang Fei's face sank, and a smile on the corner of her lips was wiped out?

Dongfang Yan ended the scene with a smile, took the sword handed by the palace maid on the side with a smile, and seemed to be in a trance with the strength of wine, looking at Dongfang Fei's eyes complicated?

She wanted to speak and stopped, but finally had no choice but to speak?

"Sister."

"Huh?"

……

After a moment of silence, she laughed at herself and shook her head slightly—

"Nothing, let's get started."

Someone in the audience muttered, Miss Dongfang Fei's swordsmanship was shown a few years ago, it was an authentic Oriental swordsmanship, the Flying Goose Magi only came back at the beginning of this year, did he really learn it?

Someone's fingers stiffened, and he looked at the woman with luxurious makeup and a light smile in the stand, and his eyes were full of apologies.

For him, she and her sisters are facing each other?

How is it......

Yan'er, how can you be so cruel to yourself......

Someone in red clothes fluttering, gently swaying the man, trance is really just a sword dance, and no one needs to fight?

Some people are flushed with golden yarn, looking at the shadows in front of them indifferently, what is the gathering under their eyes in a trance? Fleeting.

It's the same root, why is it too anxious to fry each other?

She laughed at herself, who has the same root as you? Thinking too much.

Dongfang Yan was stunned, the sword light over there had already flashed to the front?!

Dongfang Fei squinted, as expected, she didn't really slide down, failed to pierce her body, and couldn't hear her muffled hum? Don't understand......

Her sister, Yan'er, looked obviously in a daze, why could she hold her sword casually?

Dongfang Fei's face changed slightly-

At this time, Dongfang Yan's fingers seemed to tremble a little, but she didn't expect that this strength was really not mixed with water, it was the sword that her so-called sister cut over-

Isn't this sword cut in the heart?

Dongfang Fei intended to vent, and Dongfang Yan passively took over.

The atmosphere was a little weird for a while, and the following began to mumble, seeing that Dongfang Yan's swordsmanship does not look like an authentic Dongfang swordsmanship, and now it seems that it will not be......

Dongfang Cheng had a touch of almost imperceptible worry in his eyes, and his two younger sisters were on stage? I don't know who I'm worried about.

Dongfang Jing drank with her head bored, looked at His Royal Highness King Luo who looked strange on the high seat from time to time, and then faintly withdrew her gaze?

Dongfang Shuo looked at the stage with a smile, and his expression seemed to be inexplicable.

'Jingle Bell-'

Dongfang Fei seems to have a grudge in her heart, one sword is more fierce than the other, but Dongfang Yan is embarrassed to accept the move and does not take the initiative to attack?

Someone in the audience was amazed-

"My sisters are so ruthless in the battle."

"Hey, do you see Dongfang Yan using a left-handed sword?"

"Huh? That's dismissive? ”

"I don't think so, the flying geese sage autumn hunting rescue meritorious, it is rumored that he broke his right hand, now it is counted as a day, it is not good."

"That's Dongfang Fei deceiving people too much?"

"Hey, that's not necessarily, Dongfang Yan only returned to Rongjin at the beginning of this year, but Miss Dongfang Fei has been familiar with Prince Sima for many years, but unfortunately Dongfang Fei is not a concubine, otherwise this marriage, hehe...... Maybe there are still variables. ”

The audience muttered, some frowned and said nothing, and some watched with a smile?

In all ecological Shurasha, words can hurt people's hearts the most.

Dongfang Yan's eyes were quite pathetic, until a sword slashed at the side of her cheek, she had no intention of blocking it, and turned her head lightly, letting go of the blade.

"Phil."

Who's calling?

Dongfang Fei's eyes were already slightly red - she couldn't hear it, her mind was full of him, it was all him!

Division, Horse, Xuan!

He asked for marriage, his eyes were only focused on her, she Dongfang Feiruo was the concubine of Dongfang Mansion, and the person standing beside him now would it be her or not! It's her?

She hates it!

Why, why did she suddenly appear to break the ice? When she and him first met, Dongfang Yan had not yet been born! Why, why, why?!

Dongfang Fei was full of resentment, and seemed to have drunk wine, at this time, with the intention of drinking, one sword was more fierce than the other?

The edge of the sword on her cheek is about to slash away!

That split—

It is facing the neck of the oriental goose.

She didn't pay attention to Dongfang Yan's lonely expression.

'Hmmm'

A sword missed, and Dongfang Yansheng made a horizontal fold and let go of the blade.

'Woo-'

She misses her sword and doesn't pause, and slashes straight at her!

That slash—

Facing the belly of the Oriental Goose.

Dongfang Yan was an iron plate bridge, indescribably flexible, almost touching the ground to dodge the blade of the sword, and even threw the sword in his hand?

She didn't want to, no matter what the outcome was, she didn't want her siblings to face each other after all.

She was full of mania and was just waiting to vent, not paying attention to the sword blade discarded by Dongfang Yan under her feet.

Dongfang Fei seemed to have blushed cheeks, I don't know if she was excited or angry, or if she was drunk-

Slash horizontally, slash vertically, fly diagonally, be tall, and the sword is angry!

There is already an uproar down there!

And some people don't want to be fierce -

Bend down, step back, turn sideways, lean back, step by step.

Someone saw that Dongfang Yan didn't want to make a move, and someone wanted to remind Dongfang Fei where he was? However, both of them on stage were too focused and no one paid attention to their surroundings......

Someone is talking about it—

"It's not impossible for the Flying Goose Magi, this is clearly a concession."

"This skill is neat, if you say that you can't martial arts, no one will believe it."

"After all, I don't want to do anything with my eldest sister."

"Eh......"

Such a scene also seems to be familiar.

Dongfang Yan's thoughts were in a trance for a moment-

She always thinks it's a delusion?

Actually, it's not—

There are people in dark corners with vague eyes, and looking at this scene is also very familiar.

Many years ago, the person who wielded the sword was her.

How many years ago, the woman in white was so unwilling to swing a knife at each other, willing to back down step by step? Until she was pressed step by step and forced to the cliff-

In the past, the boudoir whispered tenderly accompanied - the end.

Now, her heart is still soft, and she doesn't want to face each other with swords?

Manhua, how did you get it like this? Eh......

In the dark, a pair of eyes watched quietly, with a thousand years of love and hatred, obsessed with grievances and hatreds, crossed the gap in time, and stepped into today's time and space?

At this time, the battle situation is one-sided, and Dongfang Yan seems to have no way to retreat-

If you retreat again, you will be in front of the royal case?

There was already a guard look on the Royal Forest Army, and she had no choice but to stop and no longer retreated.

If she retreats, she will be punished.

She didn't engage in this way, originally, maybe hopefully......

Wish......

That's it.

She sighed softly and spoke helplessly.

"Dongfang Fei, have you made enough trouble?"

"Not enough, not enough, not enough!"

"You're drunk."

"I'm not drunk!"

"You're drunk."

She was still faint, repetitive.

"I ......"

Dongfang Fei wants to refute? But he didn't have time to speak......

'Jingle Bell-'

There was a crisp sound, a long sword, and it flew far away - a spin in front of the men's seat? It's stopping.

She still maintained the posture of making a move, the silver yarn flew over and the golden yarn did not fall, and a hazy red light flashed in the air, but the reflection of the person's face was pale at this time?

When the long sword left his hand, Dongfang Fei was already stunned, and he didn't even see how Dongfang Yan made a move?

The outcome of the game has been decided.

There is no substitute.

Her long legs fell softly, the golden veil fluttered, and she landed slowly at this time, as if nothing had happened?

Everything is like the beginning, where does it start? From where to end -

Dongfang Fei froze, her arm that had lost her long sword hung weakly, and her expression was faint? I can't see clearly in the firelight—

Seem? She never saw this sister who could count the number of times she had met.

Even if you've never sparred? She also never won.

"Report to the saint, my sister is drunk and has a bit of a gaffe, please forgive me."

Who knelt in front of the king?

Someone looked stunned - she didn't expect that she would be able to excuse Dongfang Fei with such a faint expression?

Shengshang waved his hand lightly, obviously he ignored the family affairs of Dongfang Mansion at the moment.

And at this moment, Dongfang Yan didn't care much, she turned around and gently bowed her head to Dongfang Fei's ear-

"Phil ......"

She is in a deep mood, buried deep in the wind and snow, from the outside, is it a piece of ice? But I didn't know that the inside had already been crumpled, turned into sharp snow, and danced wildly-

Her tone was cold, as if with the year-round northern wind and snow, with affirmation, with sadness?

"You want to kill me."

Dongfang Fei's body trembled, opened her mouth, looked at Dongfang Yan who was close at hand, and saw the desolation buried deep in her eyes more clearly? But he couldn't say anything......

"You're acting too obviously, it's not good."

Dongfang Yan sighed lightly, and said a word, as if it was a reminder, as if it was teaching?

Dongfang Fei's expression fell into a stupor, and he didn't know what to do or say at this time?

No, she didn't want to, she didn't want to kill her, she didn't! Maybe......

I don't want to.

Dongfang Yan sighed lightly, turned around lightly, and his demeanor was still calm?

She walked steadily step by step, and walked to the case-

Walked over to the man with only her eyes.

She smiled indifferently, walking like a victor?

No one knew that at this time, she was the worst defeated-

Defeated in that even if you never have it, it hurts the most at this time.

He frowned, his eyes filled with pity, "Why?" ”

Her expression was faint, as if she didn't notice?

"What, why?"

"You shouldn't be killed."

He held her hand that was still wrapped in bandages distressedly, and rubbed it with pity? He lifted his sleeves slightly, and the bandages were scattered? It must have hurt a lot, but I saw her smile more and more calmly-

"I should end up, there is no way to avoid it, there is no need to avoid it anymore, there should be an explanation for this matter."

"Why force yourself?" Sima Xuan shook his head helplessly, his eyes full of pity, "You are not so fond of snatching. ”

She smiled more and more happily, like a child—

"Because it's you who wants to rob it."

Sima Xuan's fingers stiffened, looking at her inquiringly, her eyes seemed to be completely happy and simple, but at this time, she was a little confused and a little lonely? She sighed faintly—

"Behind this sword fight, the chips - it's you."

She looked up at the sky, the stars were sparse and the moon was bright, and no matter how bright the starlight was, she couldn't see the bottom of her eyes? Who has a glitter in their eyes, which seems to carry the heaviness of the starry sky?

The sigh of the Oriental Goose melts into the wind, with a smile?

"I ...... You can't lose. ”