Wild Journey

At the end of the introduction, the royal family withdrew, and the host continued to warm up.

Feng Yao was completely speechless to Gu Xiao's childish behavior, but he didn't bother to stop him. He was a little hungry, so he retreated to the side to eat.Gu Xiao wanted to follow, but the two female guests came up to meet him and strike up a conversation with him.

Not to mention the appearance, most mercenaries, even wearing suits, can't hide their fierce and ruthless temperament, but Gu Xiao is different, he is fair and handsome, extremely outstanding, exuding aloofness all over his body, it seems that he is not familiar with the world In the eyes of the little noble girl, she became aloof and cold.

Gu Xiao didn't want to answer, and wanted to leave with a cold face, but was glared at by Mu Han in the distance - you must pay attention to etiquette when attending a banquet, they are lurking here, it's okay to refuse, but you must be polite.

Gu Xiao had no choice but to stop, and dismissed the two little nymphomaniacs with a good voice.

The band plays, the music starts, and the dance begins.

Court dance is an indispensable hobby in today's upper class. The dance floor spans most of the hall, and guests dance hand in hand.

There were stacks of wine glasses on the round table covered with white cloth, Feng Yao stopped by the table and took down a glass of dark red cocktail.

"This wine is called 'Snow Color'."

Through the crystal glass, Feng Yao saw the figure of Qiaoyue.

The girl who spoke was on the opposite side of the round table. She looked jade-like and had an elegant temperament. Her long black hair was rolled up, revealing Sai Xue's beautiful neck. She was wearing a gray-blue dress, graceful and graceful. .Beauty is nothing to be surprised at, but such an amazing beauty is one in a million, extremely rare, Feng Yao's eyes showed a bit of polite appreciation.

The girl raised her slender arms slightly, and Feng Yao kissed the back of her hand knowingly, politely.

The girl also took down a glass of 'Snow Color', and looked at Feng Yao with a smile: "Don't you want to ask why it's called 'Snow Color'?"

Feng Yao took it for granted, "Is it the 'blood' of 'blood'?"

Girl: "No, it's 'Snow' in 'Snow'."

Feng Yao was puzzled: "But it's red."

The girl didn't rush to answer, but invited Feng Yao to clink glasses.

They drank wine separately, the wine in their mouths was silky and silky, the top note was rich and refreshing, full of cold but not harsh coolness, making one feel like a fresh breeze, while the back note was endlessly mellow, carrying a touch of Burning and astringent.

Feng Yao thought about it for a while, and vaguely understood: "Is it named after the taste?"

The girl elegantly pecked half of her mouth, noncommittal: "There is an extremely rare snow-covered plant in the composition of 'Snow Color', called 'Snow Plum', but it is not plum blossom. Snow is originally tasteless, but the wine made from Xuemei has It has the smell of wind and snow, which is one of the reasons why it is called 'Snow Color'."

Feng Yao asked: "What about the second?"

"The second is because of one person. But before we tell her, we must first tell a story." The girl changed into a comfortable standing posture, and her tone became slow and drawn out, "At the border of the empire, there is a man named 'Mudala ' Tribe. Thirty-five years ago, Mudala was incorporated by the Empire and numbered P-35."

Feng Yao heard a little bit: "35 years ago was the year of the new emperor. According to historical records, the emperor incorporated many tribes at that time."

The emperors of all dynasties had to make meritorious deeds to stabilize the hearts of the people when they took office. Today's birthday star and the current emperor are the ones who inherited the throne 35 years ago.

The girl was noncommittal: "Mudala is located in the snowy region, the climate is extremely harsh, it is not bordered by the outside world, it is backward and closed, but it is also comfortable, like a paradise. In Mudala, the people are loyal and enthusiastic, and they believe in tribes, so when it comes to incorporating , they disagreed."

Feng Yao: "So the war broke out?"

Girl: "Yes. The disparity in strength is too great. It was an overwhelming war of aggression, but the people of Mudala would rather die than submit. They swore to protect the tribe and fought until the last moment."

In the turbulent era of war, different perspectives have different motivations and opinions. Feng Yao is not interested, and he doesn't like to comment on wars. He has a little feeling for Mudala's experience, but he just feels tragic and can't sympathize with it. "Is everyone dead?" he asked.

The girl stretched out her light-white index finger and shook it twice: "No, a woman survived. A very beautiful woman who was so beautiful that she could overwhelm the country. Her name was Song Xuese, and it was this wine that was named 'Xue' by the royal family. color' for the second reason."

"The old and weak women and children in Mudala don't know how to fight. They didn't go to the battlefield. The news that the tribal army was completely wiped out arrived with the imperial army. They didn't want to be arrested, so they chose to commit suicide." The girl drooped her eyelids, curled up The eyelashes cast delicate shadows under the eyes, "Song Xuese was too pretty, so she was rescued, and the general decided to give her to the royal family as a commemoration of the Battle of Mudala."

Feng Yao guessed: "Then the emperor fell in love with her at first sight, adopted her as a princess, and named this wine after her?"

The girl hummed: "You guessed right."

Feng Yao: "Is she willing?"

"Mudala is an unworldly nation. The people are very simple. They are rich and noble, and mighty and unyielding. Of course they don't want to." The girl smiled and looked at Feng Yao, "Little handsome guy, if you are Song Xuese, what will you do?"

Annihilation is the best way, but Song Xuese's enemy is the emperor, the imperial army, or even the entire empire, which is not realistic.There is not much she can do, and the answer is actually obvious, Feng Yao asked: "Aside from living with humility, or committing suicide with dignity, is there any other choice?"

"Of course." The girl blinked her eyes, her angelic face was serene and beautiful, "That is to abandon the blood of Mudala, love the king, and live happily."

"She is really beautiful, pure and untainted, the emperor loves her to the bottom of his heart, treats her as a supreme treasure, neglects all princesses, and accompany her every day, coaxing her tirelessly, in order to influence her and make her smile, Rack your brains and do countless romantic things."

The emperor when he was young could be regarded as a beautiful man with outstanding talents, both power and wealth, and affectionate style. If they met by chance, it would be beyond reproach that Song Xuese would be tempted.

Feng Yao: "After a long period of struggle, she finally let go of her blood and hatred, and chose the latter between ethnicity and love?"

The girl smiled and said: "Yes, she is no longer looking for death all day long, and gradually she is no longer unhappy. Her hatred for the emperor has turned into dependence and love. She fell in love with the emperor and gave birth to a child for him."

Feng Yao: "Will she feel sorry for Mudala?"

Girl: "Of course, she lost her faith, felt guilty and sinful, she would dream of her clansman cursing at her, dreaming of war and blood, she was terrified, but every time she woke up, she could see the person she loved the most, so she didn't lose her mind." So tortured."

Feng Yao smiled pitifully: "It's really a love story with ups and downs."

"Don't worry, it's not over yet, more ups and downs are yet to come."

The girl smiled with him, but there was no smile in her eyes, "It is a characteristic of the royal family to love the new and dislike the old. The vows of eternal love during the courtship are just a joke. The emperor will never stick to one end. The princesses know very well that no one will be so stupid. Believe it, but Song Xuese is different, she believed it, and made the emperor her new belief."

"Their good times didn't last long. After giving birth to a child, the emperor used the pressure from his subjects as an excuse to excuse Song Xuese, and began to visit other concubines again. Song Xuese was dissatisfied, but she still tried her best to be considerate of him. Again and again, the emperor looked for her less and less. In the second year, he violated the agreement with her and accepted a new concubine. Later, he gradually forgot about her. Song Xuese I finally found out that the emperor was lying to her."

Feng Yao's eyebrows were lightly drawn, and his smile gradually faded.

"Without the emperor's company, Song Xuese began to have nightmares again. The blood of Mudala was flowing on her body. She was destined not to forget Mudala. She lived in fear and remorse like years. She hated the empire, the emperor, and him False love, and hate yourself for being easily shaken and unfaithful.”

Feng Yao was silent for a while, then asked: "What happened next?"

"She's crazy, the emperor doesn't have the heart to take care of a crazy woman, she was imprisoned in the palace, went crazy for five or six years, and committed suicide." The girl laughed and drank the wine in her glass, "No one Remember her, and no one remembers the Mudala nation, in this world, only the P-24 area and the special cocktail named 'Snow Color' are left."

Feng Yao looked at the glass in his hand, and immediately lost the desire to taste it. He put the wine glass on the corner of the round table, not knowing what to say for a moment.

In the final analysis, this matter should be blamed on the expansion of the empire and the frivolity of the emperor, but for the empire, there is nothing wrong with expansion, and from the perspective of the emperor, from the old society to the present, there has always been nothing wrong with being ungrateful.

Sophisticated people, unclear, unclear.

This is also the biggest reason why Feng Yao doesn't like to delve into humanistic society. He prefers objective academics, which don't vary from person to person, and there are rules for right and wrong.

The sudden depression in Feng Yao's mood is not difficult to detect. The girl looked at him for a long time, and comforted him easily: "There is no need to affect my mood because of other people's stories. Be happy, we are at a banquet now."

Before Feng Yao recovered, he seemed to think of something, and asked again: "Why do you know this story so well, don't you be their child anymore?"

Feng Yao thinks it's possible, after all, this girl is so beautiful, and the image of Song Xue'er constructed in Feng Yao's brain, she really fits.

A cunning flashed in the girl's eyes, and the mysterious smile revealed a bright vitality: "They gave birth to a boy."

Feng Yao was even more puzzled: "Is it a prince?"

The girl avoided answering, she put the wine glass on the round table, but said: "Suddenly I want to dance, handsome boy, let's talk while dancing, okay?"

Feng Yao is a mercenary, not a guest. He has a mission on this trip. He doesn't know when something will happen. He didn't want to agree at first, but the girl has already held his hand, and Feng Yao can't refute her. To save face, I have to submit.

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The identity of the harmed girl is a mystery~ Well, a little reminder so far only one person has ever called Yaoyao 'little handsome guy' hahahahahaha