Western suburbs, passenger building.

Qianye opened her eyes with a sigh, only to feel a splitting headache, frowning in disgust, and pressing her temples.

Groove ......

The amount of alcohol from the original owner is also too rubbish.

My aunt and grandmother only drank a few jars, and they got drunk like this.

Yue Lao couldn't help but tremble his eyes: ...... How many altars?

The shopkeeper of the guest house stood in front of the wine cellar with a confused face: ...... Hey, what's the wine in my store, why is it all empty?

Someone, a thief!

Outside the door, Yueling folded her fingers and knocked twice, and only then pushed the door in when she heard her answer.

Dressed in azure robes, stained with the fragrance of flower tea, it made his eyebrows and eyes more and more gentle.

He walked over to the edge of the collapse and whispered, "My lord." ”

Qianwan glanced at him, "What time is it?" ”

Yueling added a cup of tea, handed it to her to moisten her throat, and replied, "It's time now." ”

Qianwan shook the teacup in her hand, as if she opened her mouth casually, "Yesterday's big wedding ......"

Yueling shook her head, "My lord, the wedding between Shu Yuan and the imperial daughter has been two days. ”

Well?

Qianwan poured a sip of tea, her lips tightened, and her expression was a little complicated and she began to doubt her own amount of alcohol.

"My lord, do you feel more awake now?"

"Hmm."

Qianwan responded perfunctorily.

When did my aunt and grandmother stop sober?

Suddenly, her eyes caught a glimpse of the pattern of the tail ring, and some unclear ...... that followed her mind Memory......

"Yue'er's eyes are very beautiful."

……

"Ah Wan, you like me, okay......"

"Please, don't leave me."

The man put his arms around her waist, his voice low and timid, with a little trembling caution.

Candle flames, veils, cold incense.

The swaying light and shadow, the low sultry - people's breathing, the scorching hot - hot temperature.

The lingering aroma at the fingertips is ambiguous, and the room is charming.

Qianwan clenched the teacup in a daze, and the force suddenly lost control, and the cup fell to the ground and shattered into several halves.

She lowered her eyes to the ground and paused for a moment before speaking.

The original voice was a little more hoarse.

"Where's the night cherry blossom?"

Yueling looked at her in surprise, "He went to the Red Kite Restaurant in East Lane, and it stands to reason that he should come back ......"

Before he finished speaking, Qianwan's figure disappeared into the room in an instant.

Only a remnant remains.

Yueling's expression relaxed, and she looked at the broken teacup with some gloom.

Bending down to pick up the shards, the sharp pieces of porcelain cut his fingers, and he smacked slightly.

But he was always unwilling to let go of his hand.

……

The streets and alleys shrouded in night suddenly fell with a layer of misty rain and mist.

The light of a few lanterns in the corner of the wall was poured by the dripping rain, and the light was about to be extinguished.

A figure suddenly appeared at the mouth of the alley, her face was cold, and the black robe on her body was wet from the rain.

His indifferent eyes changed slightly when he touched the sachet under the weeping willow.

Qianwan walked in quickly, and the broken red cherry blossoms embroidered on the sachet were the patterns that the child pondered a few days ago.

The fragrance that remained in it was in her memory......

Familiar taste.

So profound.

But how could it be?

The fair-skinned and good-looking fingers clenched the sachet, and the cold eyes fell into a daze for a moment.

Why......

On Ye Sakura's body, there is no three-soul curse mark of this immortal vine contract?

Qianwan took a deep breath.

The cool rain polishes the streets and alleys, and the weeping willows reflect her Han Ling's figure, which is as beautiful as a fairy in a painting.

Xiluo held an oil-paper umbrella, from far to near, his gaze stayed on her for a long time.

Pulled out a weird laugh.

"Night Sakura is gone."

Qianwan tilted his head, his bloody eyes were mixed with coldness, and his voice was even colder, "What did you say?" ”

Xiluo put the oil-paper umbrella on her, wiped the water from her hair with a handkerchief, and looked at her fixedly.

He said to the king, "May it be returned to Zhao, and the object of the covenant of the priests of Ai should not be...... A lowly blood slave. ”

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