A man in white sat at the wine table in the wine shop, his hair was messily draped over his shoulders, and his sword eyebrows trembled slightly on his somewhat drunk eyes. He looked at the cup in his hand www.biquge.info had exhausted the wine, his thick and small lips opened and smiled, put down the cup in his hand heavily, lifted the tin pot warm in the hot water and poured himself a cup alone.

"What is life? If you are drunk for a while, you can get drunk in the morning! ”

He raised his head and poured the wine in the cup into his mouth, carefully sipped the spicy taste in the wine, raised his glass and said with a crazy smile: "How can you get drunk with this wine?" How can this wine get drunk? How can this wine be intoxicating? ”

The maniacal laugh turned to a low cry of rage, and he stood up, holding the tin pot in one hand, and grabbing the heavy sword on the table with the other, and kicking it away with all his might. Angrily shouted: "How can this wine be so spicy, how can you get drunk?" ”

The little servant opened the curtain, bent down to support his somewhat shaky body, raised his head and said, "Guest officer, you are drunk..."

The man pushed away the little girl's hand, his body swayed, and he raised his head with the tin pot in his left hand and drank it. Drunken eyes are hazy, and there is a wine peeking out at the corners of its mouth. He covered his cheek with the back of his hand, his expression turned into an idiotic smile again, and his words were soft: "Why am I drunk?" How could I be drunk? How can I get drunk when my cheeks are so hot? ”

"Guest, you're really drunk..."

"Nonsense! Everyone in the world says that the heart is cold and easy to get drunk, my body is warm, how can I get drunk! The man interrupted the little guy's unfinished words, grabbed the right hand of the heavy sword and pulled the little guy's body over, and his words suddenly became irritable.

"Guest officer.. Don't you also say it's the heart? The oncoming smell of wine rushed into the little girl's nose, and he looked at the man, his tone stammering a little. But if you don't let the man in front of you go like this, the guests outside are already a little dissatisfied with this guest officer.

"Heart? I'm drunk! The heart and the skin are different, different! The man let go of his grip on the little man's clothes, his eyes darkened, and he raised his head and drank the wine, despite the fact that it was spilling out of his mouth.

He missed the little servant's body, coughed violently, and took out a few pieces of silver from his bosom and threw them behind his back.

The little guy behind him hurriedly caught it, lowered his head to look at the broken silver in his palm, and ignored the man who opened the curtain and staggered around.

The man lifted the curtain, and many eyes looked from all directions of the liquor store. He ignored it completely, and his words seemed to be scattered in the wine store so that people could not understand it: "It turns out that I am already drunk, so what is the use of drinking such wine?" ”

He slammed the tin pot to the ground and walked out of the liquor store with a crooked body.

"Where did you come from.."

"A person like this is a madman and a fool when he gets drunk."

The guests in the restaurant shook their heads as they looked at the man who walked out of the restaurant, unlike the man who was dressed in rough clothes and had messy hair.

They shook their heads gently, took a sip of wine, and swallowed it carefully, behaving as gracefully as a woman in a boudoir.

The man walked out of the liquor store, walked unsteadily down the noisy street, raised his left hand and found that he had thrown away the tin pot, his face was pitiful, and he lamented loudly: "It's a pity, it's a pity, my heart is cold and there is no wine!" ”

People walking on the street glanced at him from time to time, and some idle people looked at him a few more times, pointed at him in a low voice, and laughed.

Ignoring the pointers of the passers-by, he turned his wrist and put the heavy sword on his shoulder, and sang in the middle of the city:

What is the geometry of life? How long will you wake up?

The world is turbid, and I am alone.

Drink alone, the heart is cold and spicy. How can you understand the words of the saints?

I have no wings, how can I spread my wings for a hundred miles and soar beyond the sky.

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Twelve years of Taixiang in the Yue Kingdom

There were several ships parked in the harbor of the Chu State, and there were many richly dressed officials standing in the harbor. This is already the season of winter, and the sky of Chu is covered with white snow on the official fox fur mink.

They covered their hands and muffled white gas from their mouths, stared at the ship that had just docked, and their slightly warmer hands pulled out their maternity clothes.

The white big coat was draped on Li Qi's body, and by his side was Xiang Yiming. He used a cart to carry a water tank to push out Baichuan in the water and followed behind Li Qi.

Bai Chuan's expression was a little panicked, he looked at the officials standing respectfully at the port, and some wanted to hide his head in the cold water.

"Don't be afraid, no one can hurt you here."

The words were soft but confident, Li Qi seemed to know what Baichuan was thinking. He turned around and picked up the snowflakes from Baichuan's blue hair, and the flowers melted into his hands and withered into water.

"Hmm" Bai Chuan looked at him with a look of shame on his face, and nodded under Li Qi's gaze.

"The guard is tired." Li Qi wiped the water from his hand, raised his head and said to Xiang Yiming again.

"No, you don't."

The cold words spit out from Xiang Yiming's mouth, condensing into white vapor in the cold air current. He carefully pushed the cart and looked at Li Qi, who turned around and followed behind Shen Ling.

The winter in Jicheng in Chu is really extremely cold, and there is no snow in Luocheng in winter, only the clammy and cold air currents blowing out the sound of "whirring" in the streets.

In the winter of Jicheng, Xiang Yiming couldn't help but stop and stomp his feet from time to time pushing the body of the cart.

An official standing on both sides walked out, and he walked slowly in front of Li Qi with a solemn and dignified face: "Please Li Shizi get in the car, the king of Chu has prepared a feast for the prince in the palace." ”

Li Qi looked at the pure white chariot parked on the street, and the white horse pulling the chariot seemed to melt into the snow. The low neighing exhaled a heavy white air, and the horses' hooves rose and fell on the snowy road.

"No, just give me a horse." He refused with a half-smile as he watched as the man who raised the horses pulled Shen Ling's red horse out of the ship.

"Then the son of the world will use my horse!" Shen Ling handed over the reins on the jujube red horse he had just held to Li Qi.

The horses were long, raising their front hooves and kicking unscrupulously on the thin layer of snow, and the reins in Li Qi's hand almost escaped.

"Bell Hunting!"

The sound of scolding was a little thick, and Shen Ling hit the belly of the jujube red horse with one hand, the sound was extremely loud but it didn't hurt, this is a skill left over after a few years of practice.

The steed fell silent, its watery eyes as aggrieved as a human, and it lowered its head and made a low sound between the wriggling of its huge front teeth.

Li Qi looked at the horses that had quieted down and wanted to laugh a little, put his hand on the cheeks of the horse, and said with a half-smile: "It's really a good horse that knows human nature." ”

His words dissipated very slowly in the cold air, he turned over and got on his horse, bowed his head with the steed, and looked at the woman in the water tank, "I have been wronged, and now I don't have three feet." ”

"It's okay, you don't need to find directions in shallow waters, so you can settle down." Baichuan Moth looked at the man on the horse, and the small flowers on the tips of the man's hair were melting.

Li Qi turned his head and pulled the reins of his horses all the way along the streets of Jicheng, and in front of him were the leading officials of the Chu State.

The wind and snow painted the entire Jicheng white, and the thick robe wrapped around the body seemed to slow down when walking.

In the distance, Miyagi was reflected in the eyes, and it seemed extremely long under such steps.