After listening to Xun Huaixu's words about the "unsolved case in the thorns", Long Wei agreed to go to investigate the missing guards.

Xun Huaixu turned around and saw her suspicious face, so he stopped and asked, "What's the difficulty?"

"Xun Zhiyuan, there is something I have always wanted to ask you. Long said hesitantly.

"But it doesn't hurt to say that. ”

"Yanshi didn't manage to bring us back to his homeland until the end, is Chaoguang worth entrusting him?"

Xun Huaixu couldn't answer this question positively, and the only thing he could do was insignificant comfort: "'Live up to your homeland, don't be afraid of thorns' As long as the faith lasts, we will definitely be able to go back." ”

"Live up to your homeland, don't be afraid of thorns!" Long Wei hadn't heard this oath for a long time, but now when he heard it come out of Xun Huaixu's mouth, he suddenly felt the blood boiling in his body.

The next day, Li Bai did not wake up to the sound of Hou Ye's Peking Opera, and when he woke up, it was already three poles in the morning. I had just finished cleaning up and heard a knock on the door outside the house.

Li Bai opened the door and saw a woman with long flowing hair standing in the doorway.

As soon as the door opened, the woman walked straight into the small courtyard: "I just saw my Big Barley Town dog at the door, it's so sad that it didn't recognize me." ”

"Dragon?" asked Li Bai tentatively.

"Do you have to find Wen Sishan to recognize me?" asked Long Wei angrily.

"I really didn't expect you to come here to find me, it really makes my little courtyard shine. Li Bai smiled and welcomed Long Wei into the house, and was about to make tea but was stopped by Long Wei.

"Li Bai, I have a good story here, do you have wine?" Long Wei couldn't tell whether she wanted to drink or want to tell, but she knew very well that there was something very warm that touched the softest place in her heart these days, and that thing was called: homesickness.

"It's just noon, do you really want to drink?" Li Bai couldn't help but confirm with Long Wei again, seeing Long Wei nodding, he immediately ran into the wine cellar, and brought a bottle of red wine and two wine glasses in the blink of an eye.

Li Bai opened the bottle of elixir that had been brewed for a long time, and the dark purple liquid that was almost inky black was slowly poured into the crystal clear wine glass, like a candle flame in a dream, telling a story of time, mixed with sweet and sad memories.

The dragon gently shook the wine glass, and the aroma slowly wafted.

"Once upon a time, there was a wise king who ruled over the great city of Vellani. The king's majesty was awe-inspiring, and his wisdom made him beloved. In the heart of the city of Véranny, there was a well with a sweet and clear water, from which all the inhabitants of the city, even the king and his ministers, drew water from it, as it was the only well in the city.

"One night, when all the earth was asleep, a witch sneaked into the city, dropped seven drops of liquid in the well, and then cast a curse: 'From now on, whoever drinks the water of this well will go mad.'" The next morning all the inhabitants, except the king and the chief attendant, drank the water from the well, and as the witch had cursed, they all became madmen. After that day, in the narrow streets and in the market, people were whispering, 'The king is crazy, our king and the chief attendant have lost their minds, we cannot let a mad king rule the country, we must depose him.' That night, the king ordered a golden cup of water to be brought from the well. As soon as the water was brought to him, the king took a sip and gave the rest of the water to the chief attendant. After daybreak, the whole city of Vellane rejoiced, for their king and chief attendant came to their senses again. ”

This story is not the first time Li Bai has heard it, but he can't grasp the deep meaning of the dragon.