After Qinghuan came back from Junqiao, he locked himself in the house, which was dark and did not light the lamp. On the way, she also went to the kitchen to get two jars of wine and brought them back, and she didn't need any cups, she just sat at the table with the jar and poured it into her mouth.

As for wine, she couldn't talk about whether she liked it or not, and she didn't drink well, so she hardly drank much. But lately, she has suddenly found that drinking alcohol can easily paralyze herself, and her brain is dizzy, and she has no time to think about other things.

The liquor poured down her throat, causing her to choke and cough violently, but she forced herself not to stop. Later, instead of drinking from the edge of the altar, she directly picked it up and poured it into her mouth, and the wine flowed down her chin wantonly, wetting a large piece of her clothes.

This time, she secretly went to the north to be punished, and the mess over there has not been cleaned up. It's just that because she read the note that Nan Yang wrote to her, she didn't care about throwing a qiē to the north punishment. There's only one eye over there, and there's no recovery of the goodness, so what should be the mess up now?

Speaking of the Valley of Wild Flowers......

Junqiao ......

She felt irritable for a while, and continued to hold the jar and drink wine.

As she drank, tears flowed inexplicably. Recently, she has always felt very tired, physically and mentally exhausted, maybe it is really as Qingchuanzi and Liu Zhangtai said, her body is at the end of her strength. But she still has a lot of things she wants to do, two years, is it really done? Will she really live enough for two years?

Master......

Qinghuan tightly locked her eyebrows, swallowed the wine in her mouth fiercely, gritted her teeth and slammed the wine jar in her hand to the ground.

"Bang-"

The broken porcelain pieces of the wine jar were shattered to the ground, and half of the jar of wine was flowing everywhere.

In fact, she doesn't complain about anyone, she doesn't complain about the thunder, she doesn't complain about Nanyang, she doesn't complain about herself, everyone has their own hardships, and everyone has done nothing wrong. She just wasn't reconciled.

She's so young, she's only seventeen this year.

The closed wooden door was gently pushed open by a slender white hand without making a sound. Then the white-clothed figure stepped in and silently closed the wooden door.

Qinghuan didn't notice anyone coming in, she just picked up another jar of wine and poured it wildly into her mouth.

Nan Yang looked around the room and squinted his eyes in displeasure. She walked to the ledge and lit two candlesticks, and the room was finally brighter. She walked over to Qinghuan with a candlestick and placed it on the table.

Qinghuan was so drunk that her eyes couldn't see clearly, her brain was confused, and she didn't notice that people were standing next to her. She just suddenly began to talk to herself:

"I remember, just came to the North Punishment Palace, I don't know how to eat, you feed me spoonful by spoonful. I don't know how to go about my daily life, it's you who dress me and comb my hair. It's not good for me to practice swords, and I can't cultivate the Tao well, but you patiently taught me. I can't do anything well in my life. I thought loving you was the best thing I ever did, but now it's the worst thing I've ever done. ”

Nan Yang looked at her lightly and didn't say a word.

Qinghuan burped, and his eyes became redder and redder, as if he had been burned by the spirits.

"And this time...... Would you like to teach me? ”

Nan Yang lowered his eyebrows and bent down to pick up the old red hairband that had fallen on the ground. I don't know when, Qinghuan's hair has been scattered, pouring down the back of her shoulders like flowing water. Nan Yang was silent and picked up Qinghuan's long hair with both hands, over the years, her hair has grown like this, much longer than herself.

Before taking care of Qinghuan, she was not skilled in daily life. Thanks to this child, she is familiar with things like bundling her hair.

Qinghuan was sluggish and didn't realize that someone was helping her tie her hair. She blinked her burning eyes vigorously and tried to pick up the jar and drink bitterly.

Nan Yang sighed, pressed Qing Huan's hand, and said softly, "Don't drink it." ”

“…… Get lost. Qinghuan said impatiently.

Nan Yang raised his eyebrows, bent down to Qinghuan's ear, and said lightly: "No." ”

Qinghuan slowly turned her head and happened to meet Shang Nanyang's gaze at her.

"Master...... I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry for you. I was wrong, I want to be with you, don't you want me to ......" Qinghuan suddenly choked up and cried, hugged Nan Yang without saying anything, buried her face in her shoulder socket and cried tremblingly.

“…… How could I not want you. Nan Yang hugged Qinghuan's back and put his voice to the softest.

Hugging each other tightly is indeed the warmest thing, as if the whole world is being embraced into the arms, extremely safe and satisfied. The girl's body is soft and warm, really comfortable and steady.

Nan Yang seemed to have finally let go of the breath that had been hanging for a long time, closed his eyes with satisfaction, and gently rubbed Qinghuan's side face with his side face.

Qinghuan seemed to have finally found a harbor that she could rely on safely, hugging Nanyang and crying recklessly, wanting to cry out all the sadness and grievances of these days, as well as her sadness and unwillingness to die soon.

It turned out that only Nan Yang's arms were her real home.

Only if she can hold her, she can be considered a home.

"Don't cry, don't cry......" Nan Yang gently patted Qinghuan's back to soothe her feelings, "I almost forgot that you are only a seventeen-year-old child." ”

"......" Qinghuan cried so much that she was about to lose her breath, and she lay on Nan Yang's shoulder weakly, rubbing all her tears on Nan Yang's clean and plain white clothes.

Nan Yang sighed softly, straightened up, picked up Qing Huanheng and walked to the bed. Qinghuan shrank softly in Nan Yang's arms, and her fingers stubbornly grabbed Nan Yang's clothes.

Nan Yang put her on the bed, helped her take off her robe that was wet with wine, and said as she took it off: "The amount of alcohol is so bad, don't drink." When you are drunk and crying and making trouble, what kind of system is it? If you get drunk outside and let the others look at it, will I still gouge out their eyeballs one by one? ”

“…… You are not allowed to go. "Light and soft and glutinous.

"When I was a kid, I was a sticky spirit, and when I grew up, I was still a sticky spirit." Nan Yang muttered, taking off Qinghuan's clothes with a little effort, "...... When I was a child, I was a little bit older, like a rice ball, holding my calves and not letting go. Now that it's so big, I still can't shake it off. ”

"Your life...... Don't even try to dump me. ”

“…… No matter life or death, I will never leave you in this life. Nan Yang leaned down and whispered in Qinghuan's ear, "It's you, don't leave me again." ”

Qinghuan smirked, but his eyes were red. She then frowned, and said without a word: "Stay away from Junqiao." ”

"She's a good girl, you shouldn't ......"

Qinghuan grabbed Nan Yang's wrist, pulled her onto the bed with a force, and then flexibly turned over and pressed it, approaching Nan Yang's face and said angrily: "Whether she is good or not, what does it have to do with you?" No matter how good she is, you are not allowed to go near her! The way she looks at you is about to eat you, do you know? ”

Nan Yang couldn't help but smile, raised his hand to touch Qinghuan's warm face, and said softly, "I know." ”

"And that little girl...... I don't allow her to call you Master, you don't want me if you have a little apprentice...... How can she occupy my position, you can't take apprentices, you are mine alone, you are my wife. A line of tears suddenly flowed from the corners of Qinghuan's eyes, slid to the cheekbones and fell, dripping on the side of Nanyang's face, "My wife...... My wife ......"

"It's you who don't want to marry me. Would you like to marry me now? Nan Yang gently wiped away the tears on Qinghuan's face and asked softly.

Qinghuan put down his head weakly, pillowed on Nan Yang's shoulder, and muttered, "...... I'm already married to you. ”

Nan Yang frowned suspiciously, not quite understanding what Qing Huan said.

"Master...... If I die, will you forget my ......" Qinghuan asked unconsciously.

"No, it won't."

"Really?"

"In our lifetime, we will never forget."

"Good ......" Qinghuan laughed softly, and rubbed in Nanyang's shoulder socket again, "You must remember me, remember it for a long, long time." As long as you remember me, I will never die. "I Qinghuan GL

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Chapter 111 of the main text.