In midsummer festivals, absinthe replaces wine as the traditional banquet drink, because of its strong spicy flavor and significant aphrodisiac effect, which can bring a stronger stimulus without tasting it, making it more suitable for fun than wine. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 infoLegend has it that the top absinthe is as cloudy as rice milk, it can be lit with fire, and you can reach heaven in one sip.

Lelia raised her glass and looked at the people on the ground with green eyes like a falcon. At this moment, her uneasiness finally subsided a little—no one dared to show her displeasure in front of her, no one secretly sarcastically mocked her young son, and everyone had to salute her.

The little nobleman didn't even dare to raise his head, and Cisse and Chenxing also showed enough respect tonight, and the deep valley didn't dare to speak, and the daughter of the Ice Soul City Lord performed for her. Even the Duke of Silver Eagle, her father, bowed his knees to her.

She felt the taste of power, her head was slightly dizzy from the sound of enthusiastic shouts, and she was half drunk without a drink. She smelled the strong aroma of absinthe—the smell of fennel and mugwort leaves made her a little dazed.

Then, like all previous kings, she drank the contents of the cup in one gulp, raised the ruby glass in the air, and threw it on the ground and smashed it—a sign that everyone could leave a year of trouble behind and have fun.

The sip of the liquor rushed from Lelia's throat to the top of her head like fire, and the rich aroma made her vision wander, sometimes she heard the sound of sneaky discussions, sometimes she saw herself approaching the sleeping Turing Stanley with a red wine glass, sometimes she heard Bailey whispering beside her, and sometimes she saw people kneeling down to her......

As the wine glass hit the ground and the horn sounded, the horses participating in the parade began to stage an offensive and defensive battle.

Brande Easter's white cloak fluttered in the wind, and she spurred the white foal around the gates, the snowy mountain banner tumbling with her swing of arms.

Under her command, the horse team of Ice Soul City charged in a deed formation, while the war horses of Cisse City were lined up in a phalanx to defend.

Under the leadership of Bai Lan, three war horses galloped forward, and the soft-armored warriors swung their swords to attack. The wooden sword struck the oak shield of the Cisse soldiers, making a dull sound. The female knight shouted, and in an instant, she went around behind the black-armored cavalry who was blocking the attack, and stabbed hard, but the cavalry was out of order, and before she turned back to defense, she was picked off the horse by another silver-armored warrior.

"Whose lady is this?"

The Queen Mother knew that she was the daughter of the Lord of Ice Soul City, but she wanted to ask Elio Patton, the Prime Minister sitting next to her. After drinking wine, Lelia saw the young and beautiful Bailan, and only felt as if a fire was burning in her heart.

"Back to the Queen Mother, this is the eldest lady of the Duke of East's family, and she is not yet married. ”

Elio replied politely, that he had been getting more and more inscrutable lately about his sister, and that he had not been able to satisfy the woman in power for a moment. And on important occasions, she always has to do something shocking to show her inviolable authority, even though it seems stupid to the Prime Minister.

"Yike...... The sword is well swung and cannot charge and kill the enemy--is it prepared to fight her husband in the future? It seems to be a good match for the little lord of Cisse. ”

Lelia's eyes were dizzy, and her voice seemed to float in her head, but she still didn't forget to be sarcastic, even though Repon couldn't hear her voice clearly, and shouted, "Mommy, Mommy, your voice has been swept away by the wind!"

Seeing that the little king was about to jump again, his hands almost tearing off his mother's shirt, Elio could only reassure his nephew, "The voice has been swept away by the horses—you have to keep an eye on your army." ”

Repon Stanley understood this, and began to sit upright, as if he were really examining his knight.

The black-clad phalanx cavalry broke through the gap, and the cavalry of the deed charge scattered into several squads, stabbing towards the center of the phalanx like several sharp swords. The phalanx cavalry used wooden shields to resist and raised their wooden swords to attack. The strength of these Cisai soldiers was astonishingly great, the wooden swords whirring in the air, and the falling wooden blades could actually split the steel helmets of the silver-armored soldiers.

The soldiers of Ice Soul City were as nimble as fish, and the three of them circled around the tall Cisai, their swords trying to dodge the oak shield, piercing the enemy's joints and the gaps in the flanks without armor, one was shot down, and the other two quickly filled the empty space, turning the Cisai dizzy.

Bai Lan, on the other hand, planted the snow-capped mountain flag in the saddle and shuttled through the battle array like a nimble reindeer. Her riding skills were simply dazzling—she could dodge a rain of swords, lean back, reach out and stab the horse's joints, then flip forward and strike her foes in the arms with her wooden sword.

Every time Bai Lan turned around, people cheered for her. Even the Cisse admired her beauty and held their breath as the cavalry besieged her. Some overconfident nobles threw white roses at her, and silver coins rained down into the center of the square, spreading a silver layer on the ground.

And this woman can always sprinkle the corner of her eyes on the crowd of spectators, making people mistakenly think that those blue eyes are looking at her. The hearts of many knightly young men were pounding, thinking of the knightess's waterfall-like blonde hair, soft hands, cherry-like lips, and snow-white skin.

Prince Arthur breathed in the hot midsummer air, and the cheers and salutes exploded in his ears like cannons. He had never imagined that he would be able to witness such a feast in his lifetime, and the fiery atmosphere almost set his heart and lungs on fire, and he only felt breathless.

All he had in his eyes was Brande East, a heroic female knight who, like a flying white dove, had taken him to this trance-like dream. The wooden sword in her hand, the white colt under her crotch, the white cloak, and the tumbling snow-capped mountain banner were like shadows covered in white veil, shaking in his dreams.

And in the midst of this dream, a voice grew stronger and stronger in Arthur Stanley's mind: "I understand your pain, and I weep for you." ”

The dignified and solemn Bai Lan dressed in black overlapped with the vibrant female knight in front of him, making him unable to distinguish the real from the fake.

Arthur Stanley, apparently unfit for strong emotional turmoil, began to cough violently - but beside him sat the King's family and the Duke of Silver Eagle City, **** Paton, who turned a blind eye to the weak prince's ill and did not even bother to help him.

"She is like a river of joy, and I am just dead wood on the snowy field. Arthur sighed. Then he remembered the Duke of Deepdale's dealings with him, which made him straighten up a little, and he felt that he was a little farther away from death—hatred did give him some strength, and the two families, Hall and Easter, gave him some strength.

Suddenly, little Lepon, who was three paces away from him, broke free from Lelia's arms, staggered to Arthur, and like his mother, raised his hand and slapped his uncle—a seven-year-old boy whose hand was so strong that it nearly knocked the sickly Arthur Stanley to the ground.

"Don't call her! Fool, bitch! Black Soldier Win! Black Soldier Win!"

The king cried out foul language that he had learned out of nowhere, his eyes squeezed into a slit turned upward, his eyebrows, which were so thin that he could barely see, fell to the ground, and the corners of his mouth fell to the side, twitching with excitement. Like his mother, he was furious at the applause, and his uncle was the object of his anger.