Xiangye wants to brush the sense of existence

Surprised but also very suspicious, I felt that this matter was too strange, how could two good-looking people die as soon as they said they would die?Also, why did Wu Zhichong die in the Right Prime Minister's Mansion?Is there any connection here?

Then he thought of the Liang Zi formed with Wu Zhichong more than a year ago. All the things were linked together. Could it be that the two had already been in collusion, and the person who framed Nan Puyue that day was the accomplice of the two?

The two of them almost confirmed this bold guess, and as for who killed them, there is no way of knowing, presumably it was the doing of many bad things and the enemies.

Whether it's vendetta or ghosts, no matter what, it has nothing to do with them.

Although the enemy is dead, the two of them don't want to go back to the capital either. There seems to be nothing to be attached to in that ugly place. Going back is just an embarrassment to face the superior king of a country. Maybe they will have to think of a way when they go back Give them what crime to make them regret it.

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A few days after Nan Puyue's birthday, it will be New Year's Eve in a blink of an eye.

On this day, when the imperial palace held a large-scale sacrificial feast, in this wild mountain village with strong folk customs, there were couplets hanging up, firecrackers sounding, and bonfires were brightly lit at night. Men, women and children in the whole mountain gathered together to toast, drink and laugh. The sound keeps on, the programs emerge in endlessly...

At this time, as in previous years, there were fires and torches everywhere on the plain, and the flames were as bright as the day, warm and exciting, and everyone present couldn't help shaking their enthusiasm and spirit.

The strong smell of wine wafted around, decorated with lights, everyone sat around together, individually or in groups to show off their talents.

The so-called stage here is just Pyongyang, which is very down-to-earth. Even so, everyone still had a great time, dancing the Nian dance and playing the suona beamingly.

After dancing the New Year's Dance together, the next step is the performance stage. The people here are quite bold and enthusiastic, and there are various whole-person programs.

Nan Puyue just sat around with people so unpretentiously, listening to their weird game ideas, watching them booing with the people on stage and their happy smiling faces, suddenly found that he can laugh and play together Lively, it turns out that happiness is so simple, you just need to let go of your identity and enjoy these ordinary entertainment activities to the fullest.

Tsinghua Junxiu, with this outstanding demeanor and beauty under the support of the bonfire, even though the seat they are sitting in is not so eye-catching, even if they are so low-key in the crowd, Nan Puyue and Zhuge Yi still become the most important characters for everyone present. The focus of the eyes of the beauties.

Everyone whispered, some were shy, some pretended to be angry, they were all discussing how to find an opportunity to approach them, and their ideas were also very pure and simple, with some festive jokes, and some girls in their hearts. The heart that one should have at this age is bound to be elated on such a hearty night.

Sitting in the second row, Zhuge Yi looked at the girl singing in the middle as if nothing had happened, and the girl looked at them shyly from time to time.

Without any warning, Zhuge Yi quietly squeezed the hands of the people around him.

Slightly startled by this action, Nan Puyue looked at him, only to see his face sideways, wearing a purple robe that became more and more fascinating in this bustling night, the flames shone fiercely on his resolute side face, It made his fair skin as handsome as jade, and his slanted long eyebrows were as awe-inspiring as a knife.

After half an hour...

"Do you want to embarrass me?"

Zhuge Yi evilly turned his face to the side and said with a smile.

The bright red flames next to him were indeed eye-catching, but compared with the smile of the person in front of him, it was still much inferior.

Nan Puyue laughed: "I think those beauties have made you ashamed."

Zhuge Yi didn't answer his words, and slowly poured a cup of wine and handed it to him: "It will be our turn later, drink some wine to calm down."

Surprised?Nan Puyue didn't feel it, she just admitted that she was a little nervous, showing herself in front of so many people, this feeling was like a street performer.

Shaking the wine cup in his hand, he curled his lips, forget it, it's just a cup, and then he raised his head and drank it.

At this time, the stage has been replaced by a young man with an ordinary appearance. He is holding a bundle of thin bamboo sticks. There are some words marked under the bamboo sticks. He holds those words and hides them in the palm of his hand. It is mysterious and mysterious, and it is not known what it is written in.

Just when everyone was guessing, the young man raised his voice and said, "This is a game, only for people who don't talk about getting married here, and of course, it doesn't include children."

Hearing this, everyone seems to have a spectrum in their hearts.

"These bamboo sticks in my hand are all marked with characters, and the characters are all in pairs, which means that the characters on every two bamboo sticks are the same. People have to follow the meaning of the words, do you have any questions?"

It seemed to raise everyone's interest, and everyone said no, and they were full of expectations.

This is something that pays attention to fate. Although it is a bit superstitious, everyone still enjoys talking about it.

The young man handed out one by one, not too many and not too many bamboo sticks, calculated in advance according to the head, a total of 64 sticks, representing 64 young talents and beautiful men and women here.

The people who got the bamboo sticks began to ask the people next to them.

"Hey, what's yours?"

"Dancing together."

"Where's yours?"

"Drink a cup of wine."

"Sing."

"Ah? Why am I like this?!"

……

There are constant voices and many expressions, some of which are full of shyness, full of anticipation in the shyness, and some of which are bitter, and it is not bad to think about it after the bitterness.

In short, from the indescribable looks of everyone, I have basically guessed what everyone wants to express.

In the midst of everyone's enthusiastic anticipation, a certain person was sitting there, holding a bamboo stick marked "Yiqin Fangze" in his hand, and went into a daze.

Frowning, she looked at Nan Puyue again, what he was holding..."Bride's Hug".

Can it be any more spooky? !Zhuge Yi felt that he absolutely couldn't stand kissing with other people, let alone a bridal hug between his beloved and others.

The bride hugs, which means hugging horizontally...

He thought that if he really saw that scene, he would be crazily jealous.

Isn't Nan Puyue extremely distressed, let herself be hugged by another man like this, it is better to die in shame and indignation, this is just to say that assuming the other party is a man, what if it is a woman?He didn't even dare to think about it.

After all, the dignity and pride that I have insisted on since childhood absolutely cannot tolerate any "insult", even if I know it is just a game or a funny prank.