[Comprehensive] Ask the wine fairy

Originally, when he heard the first half of the sentence, Tulu Huer still thought disdainfully, weak Han people, but when the second half of the sentence came out, his expression also changed.

Should or should not?

Even if he has no political considerations, he can still see the looks from his own side, all telling him not to agree.

Fighting in Dayue could be said to be a friendly exchange between Hu people and their friends, but if it was a sword fight, it would not be easy.

In this situation, even if Tulu Huer wanted to respond, he had to choose to remain silent.

Dong Xiangyan couldn't wait for the answer for a long time. Looking around, he immediately understood, and added with a chuckle: "It's mine, I didn't make it clear, what I mean is that when it comes to wrestling, I may not be your opponent, but If a weapon is on, the outcome will not be so clear." While speaking, he paced to the sides, and of course there were all kinds of famous fighters on the weapon shelf for the occasion, so he took out his sword as a matter of course .

Playing with this blue iron sword in his hand, which was regarded as a superior workmanship, Dong Xiangyan sighed in his heart. He didn't expect that he would have the day to take the initiative to draw the sword. Immediately, the edge of the sword turned, and his expression was calm and calm.

"Why, don't the Huihe warriors dare to try the edge of this palace?"

In just a few words, the atmosphere created by Tulu Huer's successive victories collapsed, and Dai Viet won a moment of momentum.

Tuluhu'er gritted his teeth, and said in a muffled voice, "Life and death!"

Dong Xiangyan laughed.

Tulu Hu'er said seriously: "If something happens to you, Da Yue can't trouble my people!"

Dong Xiangyan's smile deepened.

Tuluhu'er frowned, looked at his skillful posture of holding a sword, and added a sentence hesitantly.

"It's the same for me. If I die under your sword, then my clan will definitely not hate Dayue!"

"Third Prince!"

"His Royal Highness!"

As soon as these words came out, there were voices of restraint from both sides.

Dong Xiangyan looked as if he hadn't heard of it, and calmly said: "It doesn't matter if I agree with you." With no ups and downs in his tone, he easily put heavy pressure on Tuluhu'er, leaving everyone speechless.

In the starry night sky, the beauty of Guanghan is eclipsed by the dense sword light.

Standing under the moonlight with a sword in hand, the young man with black hair, his fingers hidden under his wide and long sleeves, one hand behind his back, his eyes are as calm as water, without any ripples, just looking at him gives birth to the feeling of climbing a high Qionglou tower. Yuyu, Ling Ran's arrogance that no one can stand shoulder to shoulder with.

Opposite him, Tulu Huer naturally chose the most commonly used weapon of the Hu people - the big knife!

The back of the knife is thick, and the blade is shining with a cold light. The coolness comes from the position where the tentacles are stroking, indicating that this knife has seen blood!

Tulu Huer, who picked it almost at a glance, rushed eastward to Xiangyan with both arms puffed up.

Stepping on the carpet used by singers and artists to show off their bare feet, and hearing the subconscious gasps of the Han people sitting on both sides when they saw her wielding a knife, Tulu Huer suddenly felt extremely proud.

And who would dare to attack His Highness the Crown Prince in front of so many officials of Da Yue?

I did it myself, which is extraordinary.

However, in the next second, the light sword slashed through the air, and the fierce elegance that suddenly cut through the moonlight instantly reversed the invulnerability he had created with brute force.

"What, what!"

Unaware of what happened at that moment at all, Tuluhu'er felt the coolness piercing the skin on his neck even after swallowing a sip of saliva.

Dong Xiangyan didn't smile and said nothing, after taking back the sword, he said flatly: "You lost." Then he walked to the higher level without looking back.

As a prince, he shouldn't be in this position.

Under the emperor, above all ministers, under one person, above ten thousand people!

That is the seat that belongs to Dong Xiangyan. One day, he will sit on the jade throne that represents the supreme imperial power, and finally the world will surrender.

Ye Gucheng calmly said to the lazy Dong Xiangyan through the contract: "Next time, come out and solve it yourself."

Dong Xiangyan: "Alas!" He was full of displeasure.

It's so inhumane!

But what if you are not happy?Dong Xiangyan had known since Ye Gucheng forced him to get up early in the morning to practice swordsmanship that he would do what he said, and he was also an inhumane devil to children.

So he sighed, but also had to come forward to finish.

Picking up the wine glass, he paid respects to Tulu Huer who was still stunned below.

Dong Xiangyan changed the topic without blinking: "Oh, what a superb martial art, I enjoy it very much. Huihe is indeed a nation that produces warriors. After Dayue, you will help me. It is like a new right-hand man. It is worth celebrating and worth celebrating. Celebrate." He drank the wine ahead of everyone else.

The others were stunned for a while, subconsciously followed his words and drank the wine, and jokes resumed at the banquet.

However, seeing if they paused, one could tell that the conflict just now had no effect on them.

Because after this incident, several ministers who were proficient in poetry and songs splashed ink, leaving behind a pen of ancient nouns and famous sentences.

They unanimously described the dazzling brilliance of that moment as a heaven and a man descending into the world, with brilliant splendor, a stab in the air, and a fairy flying from the sky!

Then the whole world knew that His Royal Highness the Crown Prince was a master of martial arts, a first-class swordsman, and his reputation even spread to the rivers and lakes that had always been indifferent.

Unexpectedly, Dong Xiangyan, who has such a strong pen and brain as a literati, will meet his third cousin in the martial arts field a few days later.

What needs to be emphasized this time is that my cousin is handsome, but he is crazy about swords, and for some reason he likes to wear white clothes.

The most important thing is that as soon as the two meet, he will come up to challenge.

The future Sword God, surnamed Ximen and named Fuxue, showed his enthusiasm for his cousin whom he met for the first time without any hypocrisy.

Dong Xiangyan, who was invited to fight with his sword drawn, was in a bad mood!

If you ask me to swing a big hammer, I will immediately increase my favorability, do you believe it?

Dong Xiangyan, who fled the martial arts arena in panic, hid at his cousin and complained.

Maybe it was hit-a-piece, or maybe the brain waves were in the same flow by accident.

Dong Xiangyan still likes this gentle little cousin with a naughty taste. Of course, this is only when he doesn't tease himself!

Yuan Suiyun read with a lively expression: "But Wen Feixian is Lingri, and he does not lose the edge of swordsmanship! Cousin, you already have the reputation of a future swordsman before you enter the rivers and lakes."

"Forgive me, I don't have the slightest interest in swordsmanship," Dong Xiangyan felt that what he said was quite sincere, but he didn't know why, whether it was now or in the future, people who listened to him would show a subtle expression.

Later, he thought about it, maybe it was because the person at the beginning was wrong!

Because after hearing what he said, Yuan Suiyun's expression was subtle and treacherous, and a low-pitched smile brewed in his throat.

"Cousin, don't let other people hear what you say."

Dong Xiangyan blinked in confusion: "Why?"

Yuan Suiyun smiled lightly: "Just the sword you made that day, you have already heard the rumors that you have the embryonic form of a master. If you think you can't do it, then the others will get more and more fame."

Dong Xiangyan yelled aggrievedly: "I have nothing to do with Qing's matter!" What happened to him was like trying to commit a crime and there is no excuse for it!

Yuan Suiyun's brows were dyed with a smile, and his handsome face became more and more attractive.

Dong Xiangyan sighed, and simply changed the subject to look at the paper on his desk. With a light glance, he found that the handwriting was written with a special brushwork. The ink was so heavy that you could feel the bumps with your fingertips.

"Cousin, who are you writing to?"

"A personal friend," Yuan Suiyun said, taking the rice paper aside and covering it, so that he wouldn't look at it.

Dong Xiangyan muttered to himself, and after thinking about it again, a figure suddenly flashed in his mind, and he asked in surprise, "Could it be the one from the Hua family?"

Yuan Suiyun paused when he was writing, and said in surprise, "How do you know?"

Dong Xiangyan: "Because I'm smart!" With his chest up, well...Under Yuan Suiyun's calm expression, he curled his lips and explained, "The Hua family is a big family in the south of the Yangtze River, but there is also a thing about his son Qitong being blind." Just like you, I went to heaven to listen to it, and my father saw that his other six sons had made great contributions to the imperial court, so he specially approved the imperial hospital for diagnosis and treatment, but you have also seen it, all of them are useless."

Yuan Suiyun said thoughtfully: "I never thought there would be such a similar origin."

"Yes, yes!" Dong Xiangyan raised her legs, she didn't see the gentleness and gentlemanly demeanor in the eyes of outsiders, but she looked a little bit like a little ruffian who ran to the street stall and dropped two pieces at will, sucking wontons to fill his stomach.

Yuan Suiyun turned a blind eye to his changes, maybe it was because of his attitude that Dong Xiangyan got along well with him.

Dong Xiangyan said, "Would you like to introduce me if you have a chance?"

Yuan Suiyun sighed lowly: "It is possible, but please don't do something unimaginable to ruin Qitong."

"Yo, yo, are you on such a good relationship?" Dong Xiangyan leaned towards him with sparkling eyes, put his arm around his shoulder and teased wickedly: "We are really good friends!" His tone changed all over the place.

Yuan Suiyun was silent for a moment, and the corner of his mouth smiled deliberately.

"That's true, but I think with the deep friendship between the two of us, I will definitely remind you that there is a Young Master Ximen standing outside the door at this time..."

When Dong Xiangyan's expression became more and more dry, Yuan Suiyun had expected and continued the first half of the sentence in a happy mood.

"I believe you will not treat one more favorably, cousin Prince, right?"

"...You must have done it on purpose!"

Dong Xiangyan died with regret.