Drunk lying on the setting sun for the king

Above a vast snow-capped peak, the clouds are densely covered, and the wind is thousands of miles away. The world seems to have been frozen.

But in this vast snowy forest, there are dozens of bamboo tubes hanging from the branches of a few dead trees.A fourteen or fifteen-year-old boy was standing in front of him, with his right hand resting on the hilt of his sword, his eyes closed tightly, and his delicate face was flushed red from the cold.

The whirring wind that lingered around him was mixed with the sound of bamboo tubes colliding, which seemed far away and near, and was extremely ethereal.

All of a sudden, the boy stepped forward and shuttled between the bamboo tubes. The long sword flew out like a startled rainbow, dancing silver arcs in the broken snow in the sky.

The intertwined silver light was fleeting, and the young man half-bent his knees and landed steadily, his eyes still closed.

Following the "clang" of the long sword into its sheath, the bamboo tubes behind him shattered, and the fragments fluttered together with the fluttering snowflakes, rustling and falling to the ground.

Only then did the boy open his eyes, and looked back at the debris all over the floor, with a faint smile on his face.The cold wind blew slowly, lifting the hair hanging on his forehead, revealing a coquettish Zhu Lian tattoo.

At this moment, a deep male voice came from not far away, "Xiangyue, are you practicing again?"

The young man hurriedly turned around, and saw a man in a black cloak walking towards him, his face was as sharp as a knife, handsome and resolute, with a calm expression.He hastily bowed and cupped his fists, "Master."

The man came to him, "Didn't I say that you can practice indoors in this weather, you don't need to go out."

"But you can't fully display your skills in the room, and you can't achieve the effect." The young man looked stubborn, "Master, I am not afraid of the cold, you don't have to worry about me, I can hold on."

The man sighed lightly, as if he was a bit puzzled, "... Martial arts practice needs to be accumulated over time, hard work, so very few people can persevere to the end... But why are you so persistent?"

The young man took a deep breath, as if remembering something, his eyes dimmed for a moment, "Because I don't want to lose any important people because of my weakness."

Hearing this, the man showed a slight smile on his stone-like face, "Really?... If I could be like you back then, that would be great..."

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When Feng Xiangyue slowly opened her eyes, there were still fragments of the dream in her mind.He rubbed his forehead and clicked his tongue, "Really, why did I dream about the time I practiced with Master..."

After talking to himself, he habitually shouted: "Hai Jing, bring me a glass of water."

However, the only response to him was silence.Feng Xiangyue turned his head suspiciously, and found that he was the only one in the room, so he got out of bed and tidied up his clothes, but it was not as neat as Hai Jing's usual tidying up.

Seeing that his robe was still a little disheveled after a long while, he shook his hands impatiently, and stopped taking care of it, and came to the corner basin stand, but saw that there was not even a drop of water in the wooden basin.

"...Where should I go to fetch water?" Feng Xiangyue murmured, and suddenly found that during the more than a month of living with Haijing day and night, Haijing really took care of him meticulously, and he was actually used to this kind of care. Leave everything to Haijing to do with confidence.

After sighing, Feng Xiangyue pouted, put on the bamboo hat and pushed open the door, "Hai Jing! Where are you? Come here!"

When the scene outside the door came into view, Feng Xiangyue froze in place.I saw that the clouds in the sky were full of rosy clouds, and the setting sun was about to set, and the mountains and fields were covered with a layer of faint golden light.

"How could this be... I slept from last night until this evening?" Feng Xiangyue stepped into the courtyard, and saw Jialan and Xuanguang hugging each other on the ground, sleeping soundly, and the rest of them were also asleep, snoring like thunder.

The braziers were crackling and burning, and the fire was much smaller than last night.Seeing this situation, Feng Xiangyue had already guessed the truth, and couldn't help but gritted his teeth and said, "Hai Jing... Did you do it? You just want to take risks alone?! When I find you, I have to be ruthless." I can't beat you up!"

He turned around and rushed into the house, took the long sword and walked out. He didn't care to wake up the others, so he ran out of the village and disappeared in the chaotic snow curtain.

As night fell, the celebration in Hailan Villa was coming to an end, and the bride was also sent to the bridal chamber first.Some of the guests left, some returned to the guest rooms, and the manor fell into silence again.

Hai Jing stood outside the wall, only heard the footsteps of the guards from inside the wall, and heard nothing else.After a while, he couldn't help thinking, when is Xing Wushuang going to do it?Or, had he done something without realizing it?

However, before his thoughts were over, the silence was broken by a loud noise, followed by a cry.Hai Jing was horrified, taking advantage of the attention of the guards in the village, he leaped up the wall and fell into the courtyard, only to see Hai Yuan's house was on fire.

The flames were extinguished, reflecting Hai Jing's astonished face.After a while, there were only a few "bang bang" sounds, and the house began to collapse. The peeling pieces of wood fell down one after another, and the fire became more intense in an instant.

The servants of the village came one after another and poured buckets on the fire.Clusters of water sprinkled into the fire, but immediately transpired with a "chi" sound, as if being swallowed by flames, it was useless.

Hai Jing clicked his tongue softly, trying to rush in to rescue Hai Yuan, but he couldn't do anything.At this time, a figure burst out of the flying flames. It was Hai Yuan who stumbled out of the flames holding Xue Ying.

Haiyuan's body was covered with dust and sweat, and his face and hands were slightly burned.Xue Ying, who was in his arms, was covered in black dust, her clothes were in tatters, and she was already in a coma, with drops of blood winding down her arms.

Seeing that Haiyuan escaped, the servants were all surprised.Tears welled up in Hai Yuan's eyes, and he hissed, "Get the medicine quickly! Ma'am is injured!"

When a servant heard this, he immediately turned and ran away.Haiyuan hugged Xue Ying, coughed while staying away from the flames, and sat down by the wall.Not far away, the rest of the people were still trying their best to save the fire, and the fire had obviously become smaller.

Suddenly, a servant rushed over with a flustered expression, "Master! I just went to call Mr. Xue, but I didn't expect... I didn't expect him..."

The servant seemed to recall the scene he had witnessed, his face turned pale, and his words were choked in his throat for a moment.Haiyuan pinched his collar in a hurry, and shouted in a hoarse voice: "What's wrong with Mr. Xue! Tell me!"

"He...he seems to have been poisoned, his face turned purple, and he's out of breath!"

Hai Yuan was stunned for a moment, and slowly loosened the servant's hand.He shook his head in disbelief, took a few steps back, shook his arm, and dropped Xue Ying to the ground.

Xue Ying closed her eyes tightly, without a trace of blood on her face, like a puppet, she spread her arms as she fell to the ground, her head drooping on the ground.

At this moment, the servant rushed back with the wound medicine.Hai Yuan snatched the wound medicine, just bent down, but the blood color faded from his face instantly.I saw Xue Ying tilting her head, blood gradually oozing from her mouth, dripping on the ground paved with bluestone slabs.

The medicine bottle fell to the ground with a "dang" and rolled to the corner of the wall.Haiyuan grabbed Xue Ying's wrist violently, and put his hand under her nose, but he didn't feel a trace of heat.

"This...how...how..." Hai Yuan was stunned for a moment, his knees softened, and he knelt down in front of Xue Ying, crying like a helpless child.

The courtyard was in chaos, but Hai Jing, who was hiding in a corner, was puzzled. Both Xue Fu and Xue Ying were from Zhu Lian Island. Why did they die on the day they got married?Could this be Xing Wushuang's plan?