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Chapter 119: Eastern Summer Feast

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On the fifth day of the fifth lunar month, on the pilgrimage festival, the soldiers of the Eastern Xia who were far away from their hometowns, even if they could not relax their guards and burdens, still had to have a drink.

Drink good wine, yayo, drink good wine, a glass of wine, love a thousand miles, come on, girls, dance and drink, come on, come on, brothers, raise your glass and drink, come on Well, the sheep are full of white clouds, not as long as friendship, long and long, oh oh - the heroic and loud songs are floating in the cold air, the Dongxia people who are not on duty gather around the fire, the horn cup, the big piece of meat , to the end of the glass, and to celebrate your own holiday.

In the golden tent, the King of Dongxia hosted a banquet to entertain the tribal leaders. Liu Xiyin wore a veil, a long-sleeved dance dress, and a snow-white waist. Eighteen golden bells were tied around the skirt. Where you smile, like spring flowers in full bloom, the earth warms up. It's so suffocating, so beautiful that one can't wait to dig out the eyes and leave it on her body.

Beautiful people, beautiful dance, beautiful figure. The King of Dongxia was even more proud when he saw that all the leaders had lost their souls for his beauty.

Liu Xiyin finished dancing, turned around and picked up the golden pot beside him, put on the lid of the pot with his long sleeves, shook it gently, then swayed his waist lightly, growing lotus flowers every step of the way, all eyes were watching, he walked slowly towards the throne, and came to the east In front of the king of Xia, he offered a full cup, and with a voice like an oriole out of the grain, he softly praised: Gods and Buddhas are all over the sky, and I wish the most wise sweat, like the morning sun, will always shine on the children of Dongxia. May the greatest sweat be like the morning sun. Step out of the sheepfold as soon as possible, and lead the children of Dongxia to live a good life

However, the generals clapped their hands and laughed, and the sweat drank the beauties to persuade them to drink, and they must drive the sheep away.

The dispute between the eldest prince and Prince Ino became more and more heated, and the two were on fire. The situation is stable. He saw that Liu Xiyin was thinking about him everywhere, thinking about Dongxia, and his love for her continued to increase. Now that his face was flushed, and he heard the beauty persuaded him to drink, how could he not do it

Not only did he drink it, he also ordered Liu Xiyin to offer wine to the generals

Liu Xiyin was instructed to hold a pot of wine, sang wine songs, and presented them table by table. The generals looked at the fair hands of the beauty, and their hearts were shaken. , I doubted in my heart and didn't want to drink her wine, waited for the jug to be brought in front of me, thought about it, finally put it down, shook his head and said: Daqin is watching, don't get drunk.

The eldest prince sneered and said: Dongxia man, pick up the glass to drink, put down the glass to kill, the father was drunk and led the army to invade the Brooke tribe and killed three thousand enemies, how did Yingwei give birth to you such a coward

Prince Ino was furious, slapped the table, then thought about it, and sat down again, he couldn't bear it, his face was as usual, his only fists were clenched with blue veins.

Liu Xiyin stepped forward to persuade him again, but was gently blocked by him.

The pot of gold fell to the ground, and the sheepskin blanket was soaked in the wine.

She stood blankly, with tears in her eyes, and muttered: "Prince forgive me."

Why is it that the eldest prince is even more angry when he sees this, he can't win the battle, bullying women is a good skill.

Prince Ino can't bear it anymore: I respect you as my elder brother, and endure it again and again, why did you ever treat me as my younger brother

The eldest prince sneered: How could I not love my younger brother? Every year, I will give my brother Bayin a few sticks of incense to pray for happiness in the next life.

When enough is enough, I will reward each of you with a few whips. King Dongxia listens to them, and the more they talk, the more outrageous they are, and the two brothers who are fighting all the time, suddenly feel more drunk, and beckoned back to Liu Xiyin to serve and support him. Forehead, leaning on the couch, after a while, Liu

Xiyin was blowing in his ear and said softly, sweating profusely, why don't you go back to your room and rest.

The beauty exhaled like blue, every word was full of temptation, and those white jade-like hands wandered restlessly on him. The beautiful eyes like a little fox stared into his eyes, as if conveying boundless affection.

It was late at night, the song had finished, and the wine had run out. King Dongxia felt that his lower abdomen was hot and it was time to go back to his room to rest.

The leaders saw that the two princes were unhappy, and the King of Dongxia was in a bad mood and did not want to stay for a long time. , send away the maid.

The tent is beautiful, and I dare not leak it out.

The pear blossoms and begonias chanted and profusely sweated.

Liu'er, I don't know how time has passed, and after a long night, the King of Dongxia suddenly felt exhausted like never before. His eyelids were very heavy, and his mind was in a trance, as if his whole body was floating in the sky, and he saw stars circling around him, everywhere. Indescribably happy, but I feel tired even moving my fingers, I feel so comfortable, like I'm having a dream that I can't wake up from.

Liu Xiyin caressed his chest gently, and asked with ears: Is it light and fluffy, from head to toe, even the fingertips are comfortable.

King Dongxia's eyes were scattered, and he answered unconsciously, "Yes, Liu'er, how do you know that?"

Liu Xiyin stroked his gray hair gently, and said with a smile: Legend has it that there is a grass named Drunken Immortal, you forget your worries when you smell it, it blooms and bears fruit, if it smells like wine, if you drink it, it will be like a bliss, you will wake up in ten days, sweat profusely, you are drunk .

King Dongxia suddenly felt a little bad, he hesitated to look at the beauty beside him.

Under the candlelight, it was a pair of snake-like eyes that seemed to be spitting out red letters.

The undisguised killing intent is overwhelming.

Why do people who pray to the king kill themselves

King Dongxia couldn't figure out the joints for a while. He wanted to call someone, but the sound from his throat was like a drunken moan. He could only struggle to watch Liu Xiyin stand up and take off the machete he was carrying.

The machete slowly slipped out of the scabbard full of gems, and the silver blade reflected on the girl's beautiful body, exuding the most gorgeous halo.

Why did you kill me, you don't understand Dongxia King, and he couldn't understand why he did such a thankless thing.

Khan, have you forgotten? Liu Xiyin showed the most charming smile, raised the machete, placed it beside his neck, and asked in the most humble tone, you have two good sons, one is loyal and kind, supported by the old department, and the other is talented and intelligent , supported by the new ministry, they are all your heart and soul, but you are going to die, and the edict has not yet been established, who should you pass the throne to

The King of Dongxia died, who is the new king

It's Haldun, it's Ino

Two sons who are on equal footing, two sons who hate each other, and two sons who tear their faces away.

The rift between them is too big to tolerate each other's existence.

There was still time to slowly break in and slowly unravel.

But with the death of the King of Eastern Xia, the battle for the reserve will come early at the most unbearable time.

Dongxia will die.

A crisis more terrifying than death flashed by, and there were bursts of despair in the eyes of King Dongxia.

It's too late to regret.

The blade slashed, cut his throat, and blood spurted out.

Holding a sharp blade, Liu Xiyin smiled happily in the curtain, smug and despairing.

Ah Zhao, it's time to attack.