Miyamoto Lanyi frowned and said, "Who? Aoyama-kun? I think I like him, I will cry for him, I am so sad for him, but now is not the time to say this, brother." Pen %Fun %Pavilion www.biquge.info"

Miyamoto Yuichi finally jumped down from the window edge gently, walked to Miyamoto Ranyi's bed and sat down, looked directly into his sister's eyes, and the two eyebrows with the black lines at the corners of the eyes were visibly raised, and said:

"You and I both know that you don't like Qingshan, you may be sad for him, but you're not crying for him, are you?"

In the face of the questioning, Miyamoto Lanyi felt a panic for no reason, tilted his head slightly to the side, and said, "Who would it be if it wasn't Aoyama-kun?" He gave his life for the Miyamoto family and Fuso, he ......."

"Can you stop for a moment?" Miyamoto Yu interrupted his sister with a wave of the folding fan in his hand,

"I don't want to discuss with you what kind of benefits that Aoyama idiot has brought to the Miyamoto family with his life, what we are going to talk about now is the question of who you like Lan Yi. Oh, by the way, this man named Feng Yiyang, he killed what you said was Aoyama-kun who selflessly sacrificed his life for the Miyamoto family, right?"

When Miyamoto Lanyi heard Feng Yiyang's name, she straightened up suddenly, her eyes wide open, like a small beast ready to attack at any moment, she stared into her brother's eyes and asked, "Brother, how did you know his name?"

Miyamoto Yu opened the folding fan with a snap, covered his mouth with the fan, and let out a chuckle, but there was no smile in his eyes: "You pronounced this name in your sleep, more than thirty times, Lan Yi." ”

Miyamoto lowered her head in cringe, her teeth biting her lip, but she didn't refute.

Miyamoto Yuichi carefully looked at Miyamoto Ranyi's reaction, stood up, let out a strange laugh, and said in an exaggerated tone:

"Aha, it seems that you know it yourself, oh~, that Aoyama-kun who has done his best for the Miyamoto family will definitely be sad, Miss Lanyi, who he has always had a crush on, actually fell in love with the person who killed him, and those pearl-like tears of Miss Lanyi actually shed for the sake of becoming a complete enemy with that person from now on, oh, poor idiot Aoyama. ”

Miyamoto Ranyi raised his head and looked angrily into his brother's eyes:

"Brother, even if Lan Yi falls in love with someone he shouldn't like, but Lan Yi knows what to do, since he killed Qingshanjun, there is no room for recovery, why did you stab Lan Yi in the way of insulting Qingshanjun?"

"Oh, you think I'm insulting him?" said Miyamoto, who sat back on his sister's bedside, staring into her eyes with interest:

"Lan Yi, do you really think so? tell me what our real purpose is this time?"

Miyamoto Lanyi was stunned, and said softly but firmly: "Steal that dagger." ”

Miyamoto Yuichi tapped his head with a folding fan: "It turns out that you still remember our purpose, then you tell me again, what did your father say you should do in the ring before leaving?"

"If you can win, it's good to raise my Fusang Guowei, even if you lose, you can't lose too early, you have to try to delay until the last person plays, and buy time for your brother. ”

Miyamoto Ranyi seemed to think of something halfway through speaking, his head lowered, and his voice became softer and softer.

"You see, Aoyama is ostensibly thinking about Fuso and the Miyamoto family, but he has done at least three stupid things, and with his brain, if he is really as selfless as he said, these three things will not be able to be done anyway. ”

Miyamoto Yu raised three fingers at his sister, and without waiting for her to speak, he said to himself:

"One, he shouldn't have promised nine people to go up and beat one person together, not to mention whether nine to one will really bring fame to our family, and the playing time of nine people together will be greatly shortened, this matter itself is already contrary to our purpose, isn't it?"

Miyamoto opened her mouth, but she couldn't say anything.

Miyamoto Yuichi put down one of the three fingers that he put up: "Second, he shouldn't come to power after losing, he violated the rules, and winning was not the samurai's doing." ”

"What about the third piece?"

"Third, he shouldn't try to kill Feng Yiyang after violating the rules of the ring, at the moment, the Tang Dynasty's national strength is far superior to Fusang, if he kills him when he meets the rules, and then kills him after violating the rules, it is tantamount to directly incurring war disasters for Fusang, killing Feng Yiyang at that time is only beneficial to his position in the Miyamoto family, defeating Feng Yiyang in front of you, you are also likely to fall in love with him, and then he will no longer be just a foreign cabinet samurai, I'm afraid this is his plan. ”

When Miyamoto Lanyi heard Feng Yiyang's name, his shoulders trembled obviously: "Brother, how do you know this, how do you know about it?"

The corners of Miyamoto Yu's mouth twitched, and he exaggeratedly learned Miyamoto Lanyi's tone:

"Oh~, brother, how do you know this?Lan Yi~ Do you think your brother is an idiot? This matter is also a vigorous event in Chang'an, and in the half day you have been in a coma, can't I still ask the reason for something?"

Miyamoto Ranyi sighed and whispered sorry.

Miyamoto Yu smiled and said: "Speaking of which, I really missed the opportunity to fight with Xiao Lanyi's sweetheart, and I fought alone against the nine samurai of my Miyamoto Outer Pavilion, and I also won Yoshida Kazeno, tsk, it's really good." ”

Miyamoto Lanyi hung his head and said indignantly: "I only hate that Qingshan-kun's knife didn't kill him, but as a result, he killed Qingshan-kun and took away the holy sword." ”

Miyamoto Yuichi sneered and shook his head: "Holy knife, sooner or later, I will get it back, you should say that it's good that Aoyama-kun didn't kill him, such a character, how can a fool like Aoyama deserve to kill him." ”

As Miyamoto Hachi spoke, his eyes lit up, frenzied and cold, bringing a touch of depth to the already dimly lit room.

Miyamoto Ranyi hugged his knees, grabbed the quilt with his palms a little frightened, and moved his body back slightly.

Miyamoto Yuichi did not look at his sister, who was as delicate as a rabbit in front of him, but stood up, walked to the window, and looked at the bluestone wall that was more than two stories high by the dim but not completely darkened sky.

On the other side of the wall, there was no movement, and it seemed to be a dead place, calm, even dull. But Miyamoto Yu stared at the wall, but his face showed a look of eagerness.

It's a curious, thoughtful expression.

After staring at it for a moment, Miyamoto smiled, turned his back to the window, and stopped looking at the wall.

The wall, much higher than the surrounding walls, looked quite majestic. In the deeper and deeper night, this bluestone brick wall is like a giant beast waiting for an opportunity, silently squatting in the dark.

Naturally, Yuichi Miyamoto will not be deterred by a wall.

He was afraid of the people who might appear behind the wall.