Outside the palace gate, the stars are dotted, and the stone slabs washed by the rainstorm are full of sweet grass and trees.

The breeze passed, and the figure of my fair woman reappeared.

"Where's Little Five?" Lan Wujiang saw Wu Changli sitting on horseback alone, and raised his eyebrows slightly.

Wu Changli exhaled, and saw Lan Wujiang suddenly lose his mind, it was late at the moment, and his heart was inexplicably flustered.

"I sent her to the hospital."

"Is she seriously injured" Lan Wujiang's expression became serious, and when he was about to ask which medical hall Wu Changli was, Wu Changli shook his head and grabbed Lan Wujiang's wrist with his big hand.

"A little flesh wound, but you, do you want to go drinking with me?" Wu Changli hooked his lips and smiled, and the youthful spirit reappeared.

As soon as this warm and delicate skin touched it, he didn't want to think about anything.

If you like it, why not give it a try.

As long as Lan Wujiang is willing, he can change for her.

"Drink!" Lan Wujiang flipped over on another horse, and the Rakshasa bird flew behind him.

"Then go to the Thousand Golden Pavilion!" Wu Changli was in an open mood, held the reins, and suddenly clamped the horse's belly, and the two galloped like the wind on the street at night.

There were few people in the streets, and the moon hung high in the center.

Lan Wujiang laughed heartily, without the restraints of his usual days, he only felt light all around.

"Young Master Wu is here?" The owner of the Thousand Golden Pavilion stepped forward and looked at Lan Wujiang and Wu Changli with a smile.

is a middle-aged uncle with an unremarkable appearance.

can be calm, but let people feel the existence of the heritage.

There are thousands of gold everywhere in the Thousand Golden Pavilion, and even the steps are cut with spirit stones, which is magnificent, and very eye-catching.

It's just that today's Lantern Festival, there are very few people who come to Qianjin Pavilion to drink......

"Two jars of gold!" Wu Changli threw the money bag to Xiao Er, and Xiao Er's smile rippled in the spring breeze.

Lan Wujiang smelled the familiar smell, and the corners of his lips were slightly hooked.

"You've brought me their wine before." Lan Wujiang's eyebrows and eyes were crooked.

Wuchang Li's heart moved, and a thin layer of red appeared on his warm face. Goshoya

"Hmm...... Do you still like it?"

"Stronger than I've ever drunk before." Lan Wujiang picked up the wine bowl, lifted the red cloth on the wine jar, and quipped.

"There are thousands of people and thousands of flavors of gold wine, I taste this wine, the entrance is extremely bitter, and the aftertaste is sweet." Wu Changli chuckled and looked at Lan Wujiang thoughtfully.

Lan Wujiang took a sip of the wine bowl, raised his eyes in surprise, and muttered, "The taste is different from last time." ”

"What does it smell like this time?" Wu Changli's voice was slightly hoarse.

Lan Wujiang smiled happily, "Sweet." ”

"Bang."

Both of them raised the bowl at the same time, slammed the rim of the bowl, and drank it all.

The owner of the Thousand Golden Pavilion stood on the second floor and narrowed his eyes, looking at Lan Wujiang's appearance of drinking, showing a strange smile.

Three Cultivation of Spirit and Demon Body?

It's really a world full of wonders.

Such a talent...... You can't let it go in vain.

He turned around and picked up two jars of wine, came down from the second floor again, and instructed Xiao Er to give the wine to Lan Wujiang when Lan Wujiang left.

"Next time you see this girl, ask her to stay." The middle-aged uncle's beard trembled, and his eyes were deep.

Xiao Er nodded in fear, and Nuo Nuo replied yes.

Lan Wujiang and Wu Changli drank for half a night, and they smelled of wine, and Wu Changli was sent back in a carriage by the owner of the Thousand Golden Pavilion.

Lan Wujiang was holding two wine jars and staggering down the empty street.

A bird's song broke through the sky.

The Rakshasa Bird suddenly grew larger behind Lan Wujiang, flying low more than ten meters in a giant shape, and its sharp beak grabbed Lan Wujiang's collar and threw her back.

Lan Wujiang turned over in the air holding the wine jar, and then lay on the bird's back steadily.

"Don't go back to Lan's ......"

Lan Wujiang buried his drunken red face in the fluffy feathers of the white rouge.

Her neck tickled, and she sighed like a bird.