Chapter 630 (2/2)

Cold SA 'tut' said: ”I think Bingwen will have an accident. Under the moon before the snow, when wine is drunk and love words are said, his eyes are dim and his cheeks are red...”

Bian Hao's eyes lit up: ”you boy, what you said is reasonable.”

Bian Ding thought of the way Xianli leaned on the branch to drink, and hissed: ”who did he drink, and who said...”

Han SA and Bian Hao haven't seen Xianli's heroic drinking appearance. They gave him a white look at his words at the same time

Bingwen walked behind Xianli and looked at her back. The hand that wanted to put on her shoulder shrank back. He deliberately said with some complaining: ”since there is still a brother, why did he lie to me that he was alone?”

Xianli felt a little flustered on his face when he heard the speech: ”Lord, I told you?”

Bingwen shook his head: ”no, he said when he left that I had nothing to hide. I guessed it myself.”

While Xianli was relieved, he rose again with a touch of disappointment: ”I've been looking for him for many years. Although the Lord hasn't said it clearly, I also know his misfortune in my heart.”

Bingwen frowned: ”missing?”

Xianli sighed to the moon and drank the wine in the pot. He didn't feel spicy, but he felt extremely bitter.

After a long time, she slowly opened her mouth and told Bingwen the dusty past, but hid the unspeakable military camp life.

”No wonder you were asked to protect Su qianle that day. You would be so resistant.” Bingwen heard her mention that her father took her back to her house because he pitied an orphan. Instead, she waited for the opportunity to hide the so-called evidence in the house, and then bited back to testify against her family, which led to the destruction of her family. He felt more and more pity for her in his heart.

At the same time, he also sighed that no wonder he would be attracted by her at the first meeting. The attraction had nothing to do with her appearance or her amazing dance, but the fetters of similar souls, which made him sink deeper and deeper unconsciously.

At first, because she was Xiao mubai's person, they tried to play games with each other and wanted to find out each other's purpose and background.

When he returned to Beijing in the early summer, Bingwen was very happy when he learned that Xiao mubai had become an ally.

Fortunately, he and she are not hostile.

Xianli wanted to say that Su qianle's death was not a pity. When the words came to his mouth, he remembered that he had a lot of friendship with Su Qianan, so he changed them to: ”young master, your heart is too soft.”

Bingwen still recognized the hatred in her tone, turned a topic and asked, ”my brother has characteristics. Maybe I can help pay attention.”

Xianli tried to bend his lips and joked at him as if relaxed: ”master Bingwen is omnipotent in the state of Xiao, but my brother is in the army of the state of Liang after all.”

Bingwen's eyes darkened. Now his power is following an Feng Huang dart and has basically opened Wen Tiange in all parts of the state of Xiao.

However, after all, it is only limited to the state of Xiao.

Xianli saw his weakness and patted him on the shoulder: ”we have been separated since childhood. Even if he is standing in front of me now, I can't recognize him.”

Bingwen couldn't bear to see her look lost. He still comforted: ”don't you have a birthmark or something on your body?”

Xianli's eyes were covered with mist, took the wine pot in his hand and drank two mouthfuls: ”he was also a pampered childe since childhood. His body was white and delicate. If he didn't inherit my father's tall and burly figure, his skin would be even better than me...”

When she said this, Bingwen thought she thought her brother had joined the military camp, and then suddenly stopped.

He was thinking about how to comfort him, and then came Xianli's words with emotion: ”when I fell from a high place when I was young, he cushioned it below, and the Seven Star Lianzhu hairpin head on my bun was printed on his left chest. At that time, the whole was embedded, and a lot of blood was shed when it was pulled out. Now think about it, if I could leave a scar, it might be the only mark...”