The widow is a curse

Chapter 300 The person I most envy!

The bonfire danced, illuminating everyone's faces.

The wine is fragrant and the music is melodious.

I don't know who is playing the matouqin in the distance, and there is a touch of sadness in the sound of the piano.

"Tianmai Guanzhong has never offered a toast to the emperor in person, Xiao Yi will make up for it today!"

Xiao Yigao raised the cup in his hand, and raised it in the direction of Bei Gonghan.

Bei Gonghan also raised the wine in his cup.

"Okay! Speaking of which, what I envy the most is you and Feng Xing, how happy you are to be unrestrained in the world!"

A bright smile appeared on Xiao Yi's face.

"The emperor's youth rules the world, and the chaos inside the country rules the thieves outside. I don't know how many people in this world envy you, the emperor!"

Bei Gonghan slightly raised the corners of his lips, but there was a hint of bitterness in that smile.

"Stop talking, cheers!"

After finishing speaking, she raised her head and drank the wine in the glass in one gulp.

Xiao Yi also felt proud, and drank the wine in the glass like her.

Gao Sheng and the others all followed suit.

Only Xue slowly raised the cup to her lips and took a sip.

Through the layers of silver hair, the pink eyes stared quietly at Bei Gonghan's face.

In my heart, it hurts slightly!

After a jar of wine was drained, and no more drop could be poured out, Xiao Yi stood up, cupped his fists at Bei Gonghan and said.

"Your Majesty, Xiao Yi is about to bid farewell. From now on, when the Emperor is free, he must come to Juxian Village. Let's cook wine and discuss swords!"

"Okay!" Bei Gonghan got up and walked in front of Xiao Yi, "I will always remember that I still have a good friend in Jianghu, named Xiao Yi!"

A guard had already led the horse for Xiao Yi, Bei Gonghan took the reins and handed it to Xiao Yi himself.

"Take care of yourself!"

Looking fixedly at her pretty face, Xiao Yi sighed in his heart, took the reins of the horse, turned over and fell onto the horse's back.

Turning the horse's head and running for more than ten feet, he couldn't help but turn back.

"Your Majesty, we will meet later! You... Take care!"

After all, he clamped the horse's belly tightly and took a selfie with the horse.

While walking against the wind, they sang loudly.

The sound of the wind sent his voice far away, and it turned out to be the song that Beigong Hanjiao and Ou Langyin sang when they were choosing kabuki in Anle Palace that day.

"Boiling a pot of wine boils the rivers and lakes,

Raise your glass leisurely and look proudly at the ups and downs,

Caressing the strings, the sound waves are surging,

Laughing at the stage of swords and swords.

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(End of this chapter)