Thousand Miles of Bright Moonlight

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When Sultan Gu's sight swept over Yang Qian, the latter's heart shuddered, and a shudder rolled over his body.

Without wearing a mask, he looked suspicious and asked Yaoying: "Princess, where is this person sacred?"

Yaoying thought for a while, and said seriously: "He is my friend."

The covenant between Yuchi Bodhidharma and Wang Ting is a secret, and even Yang Qian doesn't know it. She intuitively cannot reveal too much.

Listening to her solemn tone, she obviously trusts Sultan Gu. Yang Qian did not ask much. He looked carefully at Sultan Gu. The man had a mask on his face and couldn't see his face clearly. He was thin and tall, and the tight leather belt outlined his thin body and shape.  The texture line, the ape's arm and the waist, the aura is fierce, the whole body is surrounded by the majestic breath, at a glance, it must be a super master.

Yang Qian was passionate, if it wasn't for the wrong occasion, he would like to find a reason to compete with men.

Yaoying noticed his eagerness to try and couldn't help but laugh.

His wish was destined to fail. Sultan Gu would only draw his sword when killing and saving people, and would never use force at other times.

The three people joined together, left the corridor, and passed through the hall with the sound of silk and bamboo.  The night was deep, and the tears of candles dripping from the lamp tree condensed into waterfalls, and there were still maiko dancing and long skirts fluttering.

Suddenly, several drunk guests in brocade robes stopped their way, and seven or eight palms slapped Yang Qian on the shoulder.

"Shiro, you can be regarded as catching you today, don't you claim that you are not drunk for a thousand cups? Come and compete with Hachiro!"

Several people were drunk, full of alcohol, and with great strength. Yang Qian couldn't help but was dragged to the long case. The people around them all surrounded him, vying to fill him with alcohol.

Yaoying stood on the sidelines and watched for a while, and was hesitating whether to rescue Yang Qian, her gaze swept across a figure from far and near in front of the promenade, and her heart trembled suddenly.

The man also wore a mask on his face, a brocade robe with small sleeves, curly hair shawl, thick arms, and a tall and strong figure.

He walked into the hall under the guidance of a healthy servant, his falcon-like eyes scanned a circle, and his pale yellow eyes were shining with pale golden light under the candlelight.

Yaoying quickly retracted her gaze and turned around.

She will not admit her mistake, that person is Haidu Aling.  Sultan Gu said that when Goshawk found his white falcon near Gaochang, he really showed up.

Sultan Gu was standing next to her. She was afraid of being recognized, so she subconsciously opened her arms around his arm and held it tightly.

Suddenly she approached, Sudan Gu was startled slightly, his thick eyebrows tucked slightly under his mask.

Yaoying whispered: "General Su, Haidu Aling is here, right at the door."

Sultan was silent, glanced at the door, and recognized the figure of Haidu Aling.

No wonder she suddenly rushed forward.

He lowered his eyes, his gaze fell on the top of Yaoying’s black hair, her body trembling lightly, her head buried low, her silky jeweled braid hanging out, she rubbed his arm, her fingers tightly clenched  The knuckles were stiff on his sleeves.