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Salian took Xiao Jin's handkerchief, lowered her head and gently wiped her face.

Xuan Miao'er covered the tears that were about to flow out with her fingers: "You are not good to me, I am blessed to know you, I am just a businesswoman, I am a blessing from several generations of cultivation, I can know you." As she spoke, she poured a full bottle of wine and drank it all.

The drunken boy did not stop Xuan Miaoer from drinking today, such a parting must be sad, and a few drinks can be more comfortable, and today is fruit wine, which does not hurt the body.

Xiao Jin also picked up the cup: "I really didn't look down on Huarong before, it was Miao'er who made me see a lot of things I hadn't seen before, and I knew a lot of things I couldn't figure out before, and of course, Miao'er's intelligence, which made me, a brother, admire it from the bottom of my heart." ”

Hua Rong held the cup: "I really thank Miao'er for allowing me to be friends with you and make you look up to me, which I never dreamed of before." ”

The drunken boy also held a wine glass: "Actually, friends are fate, we may be like Miao'er said, it is a thousand-year-old fate." ”

Everyone drank together with a cup, then pushed the cup and changed the lamp, and drank until the afternoon, when the sun was in the west.

Seeing that it was not early, and the amount of wine in Shalian was not large, she was already about to sleep at this time, so the drunken boy asked Xiao Jin to send Shalian back first.

Hua Rong's mind is very meticulous, knowing that the drunken boy is thinking about Xuan Miaoer, but he also knows that the drunken boy can take everything into account for Xuan Miaoer, so he is not worried about Xuan Miaoer staying, and gets up to say goodbye: "Thank you for the hospitality of the drunken boy today, the hour is not early, I will stay soon, and Miaoer will be handed over to you." ”

Listening to Hua Rong's words, the thousand drunken boy looked at Hua Rong with a smile: "I'll send you." ”

Hua Rong did not object: "It's hard work." ”

Qiandrunken Gongzi asked Qianluo to help Xuan Miaoer go to the room to rest, and then sent Huarong out of the room by himself.

"What kind of man do you think Miao'er is suitable for?" asked Qian'er as he walked, he wanted to know more about what kind of life Miao'er would want Miao'er to live.

"I said a thousand drunken boys, don't be angry. Hua Rong knew that this was the intention of the drunken boy to Xuan Miaoer, and he was willing to say it.

The drunken boy nodded: "I asked, naturally, I want to listen to the truth." ”

"Miao'er is suitable for finding an ordinary merchant son, these fame, status, power, and money are not what she wants, she is more suitable for an ordinary life. Hua Rong knew about Xuan Miao'er and Hua Jiye, and he respected Xuan Miao'er's choice.

When he arrived at the door, the drunken boy stopped: "I also think she is more suitable for such an ordinary life, thank you Huarong." ”

Hua Rong arched his hand and said: "I also hope that she will live well, no matter who she marries in the future, if that person is sorry for her, I will do my best to speak for Miao'er." ”

The drunken boy also arched his hand and said: "I have a heart, Miao'er is a little drunk, I will send you not far away." ”

"The drunken boy stayed and said goodbye. Hua Rong said goodbye again and left Qianfu.

The drunken boy went back to the room, Xuan Miaoer was already asleep lying on the bed, her hair was spread out on the silver brocade quilt, because of the drunken little face was pink, the collar of the clothes was slightly open, revealing a large section of the white neck, vaguely seeing some snow white, she didn't know what she dreamed of in her sleep, the corners of her mouth were slightly raised, a little more charming.

The drunken boy looked a little stupid for a while, the little girl is really not a little girl anymore, when she grows up, if she doesn't have this identity and those responsibilities, she will definitely pester her and marry her.

In fact, she said that she wanted to postpone the marriage, not because she was still young, fifteen years old was a good age to marry, she just wanted to be more stable, and she could give her more security before marrying her, and it might be better to be later, after all, the open and secret battles with the Taishi Mansion, as well as those things with the third prince, broke out very quickly, if the border is urgent, then he may leave for a while.

Sometimes I am very conflicted, in fact, Xuan Miaoer is the kind of woman who can accompany her to the battlefield, but she is reluctant, so she doesn't dare to marry her too early, so it's okay to wait.

He sat on the edge of the bed, reached out and touched her cheek, looking at the woman he loved in front of him, and this was probably the most beautiful moment in the world.

Xuan Miao'er felt his touch and opened her eyes: "How did I sleep, it seems that I really drank too much." ”

"You still said that I don't have much alcohol and I have to drink, I don't feel dizzy, I'll let someone serve sobering tea. The drunken boy stood up and went to the door.

Xuan Miao'er stretched out her hand and grabbed him: "No need, I squinted for a while, I sobered up a lot, the fruit wine is not high, it's okay." ”

The drunken boy sat on the edge of the bed again: "Is it really okay?"

Xuan Miao'er sat up and sorted out her clothes: "It's really okay, help me bring the wooden comb, I want to comb my hair, I will go back to Yong'an Town tomorrow, I have to go home early today, so as not to worry my father and mother." ”

The drunken boy walked to the bronze mirror, took a wooden comb, sat behind Xuan Miao'er, and combed her hair with a comb: "Tomorrow, the drunken boy can only send you to the gate of Qianfu, and then Hua Jiye's carriage will be waiting for you outside the city gate." ”

Xuan Miao'er turned her back to the drunken son, and this ancient man also had long hair, so he combed his hair very skillfully: "Well, when the time comes, you will come out less on the road, and I will not be able to go to your carriage to talk." ”

"Well, got it, little worrying woman. The drunken boy's big hand put Xuan Miaoer's hair together and coiled it in a bun with his heart.

"I'm not worried about you yet, so I don't care about it in the future. Xuan Miao'er turned around.

The drunken boy pressed her shoulder: "Don't move, it's the first time I have my hair, and my hand is unsteady." ”

Xuan Miao'er knew that he was curling his hair, and his heart was as sweet as honey, and he said coquettishly: "Don't make yourself too ugly, I can't go out." ”

"I was going to try it, your bun will have to give you a plate for a while, otherwise when you go out, people will see you come to me, and your hair will change, then there will be gossip, and when you marry me in the future, I will give you a thrush every day, okay?"

Xuan Miao'er reached out and touched it, and then took a mirror to look at it: "What are you really doing, what are you really doing to help a woman tie her hair for the first time?" Xuan Miao'er looked at the drunken son.

The drunken boy laughed: "You little girl, you are not small, this is really the first time for me." ”

Xuan Miao'er nodded with satisfaction, and took the mirror to look around: "It's so beautiful, let's talk about it, you will have to coil my hair and paint my eyebrows every day in the future." ”

"Of course, as long as the lady likes it. ”

"You're talking nonsense again. ”

"I'm getting used to it in advance. ”

"Scoundrel, scoundrel. ”

"The scoundrel is the only one for you. ”

The laughter of the two echoed throughout the room.