In the summer of the twenty-fourth year of the prosperous Qin, the southern capital was on the bank of the Qinhuai River.

A cold moon hangs low on the south side of the lonely arch bridge, a touch of bend.

The night breeze blew warmly across the river, blowing the stars all over the river, and was plucked by the heavy oars, scattering into an unknown amount of brightness on both sides.

Where the river is rippling, there is a dancer who gently raises her arms, like a mist red sleeve light veil that falls smoothly from top to bottom, her skin is like condensed fat, and then she looks back and smiles shyly, but she has countless scenery.

The pipa whispered, the huqin chirped softly, and from time to time there were wine glasses colliding in one place on both sides of the strait, and when the sound was mixed in, followed by the rude laughter and scolding of the men.

In the place where the red silk fluttered, a boat of Hakka boats slowly rocked in the infinite waves, heading towards the arched bridge.

No one saw that in the Upong, there was a cold and sharp knife light that was refracted by the water waves.

The cold light was shining in the eyes of the knife-wielding man, full of killing intent.

The shiny and sharp knife face reflected the woman's beautiful face, but it was quickly wiped by her cold fingertips like an ice pick.

"Ji Yuhan, the taste of death in a woman's pile, I think you must like it very much, right?"

Her eyes fell on an incense pavilion not far away, and pointed the tip of the knife straight at the place where the warbler was dancing, and a sneer appeared on her lips.

She held a bloody jade pendant tightly in her left hand, and the scarlet hatred in her eyes rose like a spark!

At this time, in that incense pavilion, there was a constant sound of shyness, and through the foggy gauze curtain, the back of the young man was faintly seen as long as a pine was surrounded in it, as bright and dazzling as the stars and the moon.

Ji Yuhan half-lay on the cloud couch, supported his forehead with his hand, and held the jade cup bottle in the other hand and shook it gently, and a line of emerald green splashed out, rushing down and crossing his jade neck, and submerging into his half-covered chest like a trickle.

Seven points sultry, three points inadvertent.

The deadliest.

The corners of his eyes seemed to be drunk.

A woman in red light gauze closest to him looked at him with a glass of wine in her hand, and looked at him with a peach blossom on her face, Ying Ying stretched out her hand and said softly: "Ji Gongzi drank the wine toasted by the other sisters, but Mei'er was the only one who was left behind, didn't he dislike the slave family......?" ”

After that, Mei'er's eyes looked at Ji Yuhan deeply with affection, and her peach blossom eyes seemed to be so aggrieved that she was about to cry.

In this situation, any man will feel distressed.

But this Ji Yuhan didn't know whether he was drunk or pretending to be confused, but he just squinted his eyes slightly, swept his gaze away from Mei'er, and then lowered his head and smiled, chuckling-

"It seems that Miss Mei'er is not going to let it go tonight? Well? ”

Although this tone sounded like flirtatiousness, it fell on Mei'er's ears, but it seemed to carry some majestic scrutiny.

She has been in the Fengyue Field every day, what kind of man has she never seen? However, the man in front of her who was asked to serve by the Zhou Governor's Mansion seemed to always have something to say, like an unfathomable pool of abyss.

Mei'er's heart was slightly stunned, and a trace of fear passed through her face, but she soon calmed down.

She took the wine cup and moved lightly, as if she was a little drunk, her body softened, and she just fell into Ji Yuhan's arms.

Ji Yuhan's eyes narrowed deeper, and there was a hint of disgust.

But in the next second, he seemed to subconsciously hug Mei'er's waist and pull her into his arms.

Mei'er snorted just right, and her heart was happy.