The craftsman nodded slightly: "Yes, it is done." It's just that time doesn't have such a thing, and reluctantly painting it is finally what the strongman wants, and he goes against the sky. ”

Business is only to seek wealth, but this craftsman has so many mouths.

Sima Ling didn't see much annoyance, but lowered his eyes, as if he was contemplative.

Raised his eyes and said, "Let's draw." ”

The craftsman sighed softly, took out a thin pen, dipped it in the turquoise pigment, and drew the leaf with two strokes.

Looking closely, it seems that the tip of his pen has not touched the paper, but has only drawn the leaf by heart.

When Guan Guan saw it, he couldn't help but be amazed.

Nowadays, the mortal world is full of broken spiritual roots, and all kinds of strange people and craftsmen are emerging in an endless stream. Bian Du is even more of a gathering of strange people, such as......

This prince who can chirp through birds, beasts and insects, is half human and half demon.

Guan Guan couldn't help but smile when he watched him look at the way this craftsman painted, obviously becoming that novelty boy again.

The smile reflected the swaying light of the lantern, and Sima Ling couldn't help but shake his head.

In Sima Ling's heart, Guan Guan is not a person in the same world as him after all. They only knew each other because of miracles. In order to see her again, the beautiful god of war in the sky can overturn the fortune of a mortal country in the palm of his hand.

Even if he told Sima Ling that he was dead now, and that it was all a dream, he believed it.

Anyway, he will soon face the end of his life, whether it is a dream or not, what does it matter?

He took Guan Guan's hand: "I know who you are." ”

Guan Guan thought he was so strange.

"Why do you say that all of a sudden? Who am I?"

Sima Ling looked at her intently, as if there was something between the two, and he couldn't see clearly, so he had to look harder.

He couldn't accept that he was in love with a woman again, so he wanted to see what that attraction from her was.

"If you are such a non-existent flower, if I want to be with you, I should be ...... Let's go against the sky. ”

Guan Guan pretended to scold: "The upper beam is not right and the lower beam is crooked, and the alcohol ban has not been lifted yet, so I drank too much." ”

In a sense, he's right.

As a day when he was still a saint of the Sixuan Sect, some things were destined not to happen, even if he had done a scene with him in order to hide from the sky and make the snake clan believe in the function of Wushi San, but no one had the courage to find the next step.

Isn't a lot of the things that Sima Ling does against the sky?

Even if one day he really planted the other side flower with the same flowers and leaves, Guan Guan would not feel strange.

Sima Ling handed over the lantern that "went against the sky" to Guan Guan: "Don't worry, I'm ...... Me and you can't have anything to do with Fengyue. ”

Guan Guan ignored his muttering.

Isn't it enough to walk side by side in this flowery place?

Why do you have to worry about Fengyue?

In fact, what is the difference between her and the mentality of the princes and nobles she despises at this time?

He gave her this little lantern, which did not fail to ignite the pre-apocalyptic revelry in her heart.

"Come with me," Sima Ling said, "it's almost there." ”

What they were going to was a banquet.

The people who invited Sima Ling to the banquet were all nobles and celebrities, and there were many romantic talents during the banquet.

The banquet is in the pavilion, and the pavilion is in Qinghuan.

Across the river, I have seen the song and dance of the warbler, and after crossing the bridge, it is the smell of fat and jade.

When Sima Ling took Guan Guan to the banquet, Guan Guan was still holding the lantern in his hand.

The prince was dressed in civilian clothes, and everyone knocked on each other's hands. Most of these people are sons of families who have inherited the lord for several generations, and when Sima Ling was still the king of Nanliang, they often got together......

Drinking and writing poems.

Sima Ling bowed slightly, sat alone on top of a few, and sat upright on the side.

When everyone saw it, they all looked sideways.

The harem of Qianhuan Hall has changed batch after batch, and the women around Sima Ling are not worth caring about.

It's just that this girl, Sima Ling seems to be very different to her.

"Qianhua has seen it all, but it is not enough to think about it," a man in brocade clothes straightened up during the banquet, raised his glass to Sima Ling and said, "Brother Gu, is the junior brother going to say congratulations?"

It was Yan Yanzhi, the second son of Yan Baiqing, the king of Antingrui, who spoke, and Sima Ling generally called himself Gu Lin outside, so he only called Sima Ling Brother Gu.

King An Tingrui is the cousin of the queen, although he is a vassal king, he has already entered the center of the Bian Palace because of the relationship of King Anyang. Its fief is just north of Bian Du, which is an important fortress, and the number of personal soldiers under the door is better than the imperial court.

The eldest son of King Antingrui is still in the domain, but King Antingrui himself has been staying in Bian Du and secretly supporting the empress in power. The second son, Yan Yanzhi, had a close relationship with the previous king of Nanliang and the current crown prince.

Yan Yanzhi is not like his eldest brother. He is not good at political affairs, he only asks about poetry and wine, and he is the east of the banquet in the pavilion on the bank of the Qinghuan River today.

Sima Ling was noncommittal to his previous question, and just smiled slightly.

Yan Yanzhi is a person who understands this. I heard that the new crown princess who entered the palace was actually the saintess of the Sixuan Sect, and when he saw Sima Ling rejecting the two women who came forward to serve wine and dance, Yan Yanzhi roughly understood who the only favorite of the Qianhuan Palace was at the moment.

At least...... It is to let certain forces in the southwest know the sincerity of the Great Call.

Yan Yanzhi lowered his head and smiled, looking like he knew it. The heart that was still hanging at the right time was also put down at this time.

In this banquet, there was more than one prince of the vassal kingdom who was equivalent to him. Coming to see Sima Ling today is not all for elegance, but mainly to explore the attitude of the royal family, whether they are really willing to welcome the wolf clan and share the world.

If this woman is indeed a saint of the Sixuan Sect, this sincerity will be great. The saint broke the ring and got married, and the direct benefit was the Canglang Alliance with the Hachi Wolf Clan.

The leader of the Canglang Alliance is the national teacher of Hachi, this woman, nine times out of ten, is the condition that Hachi offered.

At this time, Sima Ling noticed that Yan Yanzhi had a young man in a white robe and large ink-colored sleeves beside him, which he had never seen before. Yan Yanzhi is cool and easy to make talented people, and it is normal to have friends around him who have never met him.

It's just that this man seems to be paying attention to himself from the beginning.

He was dressed in white and holding a folding fan, and he didn't look like an official.

Sima Ling was about to ask his identity, but he took the initiative to speak.

"This is Brother Gu and Mrs., right? In Xia Bai Qilang, there is no long thing, the factor is good to get some danqing, and Yan Gongzi has to appreciate his face, and he is fortunate to be at the same table with you, and he is fortunate to be lucky. ”

Sima Ling also raised his hand slightly in return, the eyes of the two were intertwined, but he said in his heart: "It's you." ”

Shichiro nodded imperceptibly.

Seeing that everyone had already drunk a few glasses, Yan Yanzhi proposed that it was not interesting to just drink, so it was better to take the opportunity to play a small game, and the female dependents could also participate.

Someone asked, "What kind of game is it?"

Yan Yanzhi said: "Everyone, please take a look. ”

I saw him clench his hands into fists and stretch them out in front of him. When everyone saw it, they understood that this was a play to hide the hook and enforce the drinking order.