Chapter 48: The Ghost Strikes the Wall (8)

"How so."

He Bayu smiled, raised his glass, touched it lightly with Murto, and then tilted his head and drank it all.

After the two of them pushed the glass and changed the lamp, a jar of fine wine had already bottomed out, which made both of their faces a little red, and their speech was not as neat as just now.

After pouring the last bit of wine, Murto reluctantly turned the wine glass in his hand, and then said with a confused look:

"Your Majesty, I really envy you...... I envy you...... I envy you......"

"Oh! What do I have to envy? ”

He Bayu didn't see anything drunk, but his hands were still very steady.

Although it was the last cup in his hand, he held it in both hands and drank all the wine in the cup just like the previous cups.

"I just envy you!"

Murto stared at his glass, and the shadow of a man faintly appeared on the wine, and his hand trembled, and the shadow immediately shattered into pieces, and could no longer be found.

Immediately, he became extremely lonely and irritable.

He drank all the wine in his cup, and remembered one of the few poems he knew, and could not help but say:

"The heavy curtain is deep under the Mo Chou Hall, and the night is slender and slender after lying down. The career of a goddess was originally a dream, and the sister-in-law lived without a husband. The turmoil does not believe that the lingzhi is weak, and the moon dew teaches the laurel leaf fragrance. Straight lovesickness is useless, and melancholy is madness. ”

Hearing the poem he chanted, and seeing his lonely face, He Bayu's eyes narrowed, and he asked with a smile:

"Could it be that Prince Murtau has a sweetheart, so he is so troubled by gains and losses?"

Seeing He Bayu's smile and groaning, Murto's heart became even more anxious, but he could only say with a forced smile:

"Where, it's just that I suddenly remembered this poem and thought it sounded, so I read it."

As he spoke, he added: "Didn't you Central Plains people say that where there is wine, there must be poetry? I should also go back to the scene. ”

"It's not just a poem, but also a sword." He Bayu was also slightly drunk, patted the table and smiled, "Can the prince know how to dance with a sword?" ”

"Dance?" Murto's brows furrowed slightly, "How can I do women's things?" ”

"Haha, it's a sword dance? Ha, I forgot, the Huns only had scimitars, not swords, and the prince naturally didn't. ”

At this time, the two of them looked like they were all drunk, and they had long lost their initial caution, and they also began to call His Majesty and the Prince.

And hearing He Bayu say that the Huns had no sword, Moto's eyebrows immediately rose, and he shook his head and said:

"Who said I wouldn't, isn't it just playing with swords, when I was a child, my father asked the master of the Central Plains to teach me ......"

When he talked about his childhood, Murtaugh suddenly thought of his kind father and his sudden violent death, and a depression immediately rose in his heart.

I saw him stretch out his hand to He Bayu: "Bring the sword, let Prince Ben dance for you." ”

"Good, good, good, Prince Murto is really heroic, the sword is here, I want to watch Prince Murtaugh dance!"

He Bayu said, and actually took out a sword and threw it to Murto.

Murtau took the sword in his hand and shook it, and it was unusually heavy.

When he drew his sword, he saw that the blade of the sword was shining with cyan light, and at first glance it was a sword that sharpened iron like clay.

He didn't think much about it, and immediately threw the scabbard aside, recalling a set of Central Plains swordsmanship he learned when he was a child, and he danced vigorously.

While dancing, the memories he was willing to recall when he was a child, and the memories that he didn't want to think about at all...... It all came back to his head like a tidal wave......