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Chapter 602 Loser

Crack!Snapped!
At the wedding scene in Furong Garden, the sound of fireworks came and went, and the gorgeous fireworks painted the night sky of Chang'an colorfully.

In the pavilion by the Qujiang Pool, a group of children were chasing and playing around under the banquet round table, occasionally bumping into the corner of the table without crying, just touching their heads and continuing to play.

The waiters brought out delicacies cooked by famous chefs from all over the world, and the tribute wine base that traveled across the ocean to Yu State was placed in the middle of the round table, and you can take it at will.

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Maybe it was because the surrounding environment was too noisy, He Fanshuang silently took a white jade bottle, got up and left the wine table, and walked up the stairs to the tall building.

The most beloved princess of the Yu Kingdom is getting married, and Si Tianjian naturally chooses a good day for this.There is no cloud in the night sky, only the moonlight is clear and the stars are twinkling.

Not far below the pavilion is the green tent where the bride and groom meet.

Looking at the past, not only Song Shaoyuan and Yang Yu were serving as best ministers, but even the crown prince and the king of Yue were standing in front of the Qinglu to receive guests.

He Fanshuang opened the cap of the white jade bottle expressionlessly, leaned closer to smell it, and unconsciously raised his brows.

Forget it, grape juice is grape juice.

She held up the bottle and had just taken a sip.

"Give me some too."

Qiu Feng approached at some point, with a wine glass in his hand, following He Fanshuang's example, leaning on the railing to look at the scenery below.

He Fanshuang glanced at her, and while releasing his thoughts, controlled the grape juice in the white jade bottle to flow out by itself, turning into a trickle and pouring into the wine glass, and asked lightly, "Aren't you going to Qinglu?"

"Didn't you go too?"

Qiu Feng took back the wine glass, shook the purple-red grape juice in it, and said, "It will take a while to meet the bride, and it won't be too late after that."

After finishing speaking, she raised her wine glass, touched the wine bottle in He Fanshuang's hand, and drank the juice in one gulp.

"Don't call me for stealing something good, right?"

With the sound of footsteps approaching along the stairs, Ji Linglang also climbed up the tall building, and said with a smile, "Add me."

Not having a wine bottle is not a problem for a monk. Ji Linglang snapped her fingers, formed the shape of a wine bottle with her mind, and extracted some juice by herself.

clang--

The white jade bottle, the wine glass and the Nian Li wine bottle collided, and the three girls leaned against the railing, silently drinking fruit juice that was not considered wine.

The noise and bustle in the tent, the wine in the restaurant, and the fireworks in the night sky seemed to be in another world, isolated from them.

A gust of night wind blows, adding to the desertedness.

"No, this is too sad."

Qiu Feng shook his head vigorously, put the wine glass heavily on the railing, looked at He Fanshuang and said, "I thought you would win."

"I also thought that the winner would be Ni."

He Fanshuang's tone was still calm, without raising his eyelids, he said flatly: "According to common sense, you and him spend the most time alone in the Imperial Medical Office, and you have the greatest chance, don't you?"

Qiu Feng curled his lips and said, "What about you? Reading books together in Zangshu Pavilion for several years, isn't it also a step ahead?"

"So, no one is optimistic about me?"

Ji Linglang raised her hand and asked.

"Don't mention it, you won't be able to do it if you are close to the water."

Qiu Feng rolled her eyes, let out a long sigh, and raised the wine glass again. With a soft "clang", the three of them drank another glass.

"Are you all hiding here drinking?"

Sui Yi approached carelessly holding the wine bottle, "Add me?"

The three girls turned their heads in unison, Qiu Feng looked Qiu Feng up and down, and asked suspiciously, "You too, senior sister?"

"What?"

Sui Yi blinked suspiciously, and then noticed the strange atmosphere lingering here, and quickly waved his hands: "It has nothing to do with me, I'll go first, so I won't disturb you."

After finishing speaking, he held the tribute wine bottle and ran downstairs in despair.

"Well"

Ji Linglang shook the wine bottle made of thoughts, thought for a while, and suddenly smiled and said: "Although it is miserable, there are people who are more miserable than us. They lost if they were confused thousands of miles away."

"Ha, that's true."

Qiu Feng smiled and patted the railing, "She should be crying right now?"

"cheers"

Thinking of the state of mind of Jia Luo who is far away in Turkic at this moment, the mood of the three girls inexplicably improved a lot, and they clinked glasses again.

bass--

In the tent of the Turkic royal court thousands of miles away, Jia Luo sat expressionlessly on a stool cut from logs and padded with tiger skin, holding a scimitar with both hands and sharpening the blade.

Bass-bass-

The machete scraped against the bluestone, sparking bright sparks.

"Little sister is out to eat."

Ashina Queteqin just opened the curtain of the camp tent when he saw Jia Luo's cold gaze, and immediately put down the curtain as if he hadn't seen anything.

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"Rising Sun? Rising Sun? What are you thinking?"

Yang Yu's call in a low voice pulled Li Ang back from his thoughts.

"It's nothing."

He came back to his senses and shook his head at Yang Yu.

"Nervous, right? Haha, I was the same way back then."

Song Shaoyuan thought he was nervous, and said with a smile, "Don't be too stressed, it will pass soon."

"Uh-huh."

Li Ang responded twice, but his thoughts were still heavy.

Something is not right.

The imperial court has fully learned the lessons of the last Chang'an change. Over the years, it has continuously strengthened the strength of city defense restrictions and enriched the types of restrictions.

Countless monks and worshipers were placed at the wedding scene.Even the small vendors selling candied haws on the outskirts of Qujiang Pond might be the captain of Zhenfusi.

Even if the head of the mountain is not there, it will not give the imperial assassins or even the monk Zhaoming a chance to take advantage of it.

What exactly is going wrong.

With the sound of drums, the auspicious time has come.

Li Ang suppressed the uneasiness in his heart, patted his cheek, focused his mind, and stepped into the curtain.

Inside the curtain, Li Leling was surrounded by a group of princesses and princesses, whispering.

Seeing Li Ang appearing, she Shi Shiran stood up, held up her skirt and twirled it around, and said with a sweet smile, "Does it look good?"

"nice."

Li Ang replied with a smile, and inadvertently caught a glimpse of the mirror on the dressing table from the corner of his eyes, and his body froze immediately.

He didn't know anything about grand weddings, and he spent the whole day listening to the arrangements of the ceremony officials in the Daming Palace, and wandered away by himself.

The etiquette of the royal family is complicated, he just changed four or five pieces of clothing, but what he is wearing now is a crimson groom's clothing.

"something is missing"

"precious things"

"Why can't I remember"

The nightmares of the past reappeared in front of my eyes again, and these few words murmured like Hong Zhong Dalu, echoing in my mind.

Li Ang only felt a chill running down his back all over his body, and subconsciously clenched his fists.

The silt-like black silk in the cave in the east of Chang'an City suddenly exploded and covered the surface of the Book of All Souls above the stone table with a palm.
Thousands of silk threads formed the vocal cords, and he asked Wan Lingshu hoarsely and mournfully, "Tell me, what did I lose under the manipulation of memory?!"

The Book of All Souls is indifferent, and there is no word on the white paper.

This is enough.

The ink silk mud ball closed the book, and the countless eyes growing on the surface revealed a chill.

According to the rules of the Book of Souls, it should have answered [you lost something],
Or [you are not manipulated by memory],
Or at least [you didn't drop anything].

But when the book of all souls cannot even reveal the handwriting, it proves that the answer to the question is beyond the scope of the book of all souls.

He had, indeed, lost something.

Something stolen by a nightmare.

(End of this chapter)