In desperation, Hua Wan decided to go back to the inn first.

At night, the long street was deserted, and at some point it was snowing again. The thin Hua Wan walked alone on the long street, and the shadow dragged on for a long time. From a distance, it looks lonely and weak.

Back at the inn, the moon was already hanging in the west.

Hua Wan asked the store to prepare two pieces of dry food, a plate of side dishes, and a pot of hot wine, and choked on water without a mouthful.

"If only you could eat the grilled fish of the weak river!" Hua Wan ate two mouthfuls of dry food and muttered.

If she hadn't cultivated a little bit today, maybe she would have left her life in the Xiguan camp.

Speaking of which, Hua Wan didn't know who was teaching her martial arts.

She remembered that he showed up on the night her mother died.

For the first two years, he would come out on time almost every night to teach her. Later, the time interval became longer and longer.

She hadn't seen him for more than a year now.

Every time he appeared, his back was to her.

She only remembered that his voice was cold and good, and his posture was like a pine.

"Hiss......" pulled off the clothes from his shoulders, picked up the liquor and rinsed the wound.

The wound was soaked in wine, and the burning pain was unbearable. Hua Wan picked up the rest of the drink and took a sip.

The liquor entered the throat, choking the flowers and tears.

As far as she can remember, it seems that she had never drunk alcohol in her previous life.

Qin, chess, calligraphy and painting, concentrating on female red ......, in the previous life, Hua Wan felt that she lived like a piece of wood. Not to mention drinking, she has never done such a small thing as talking loudly.

People outside said that she was a wooden beauty who had to be measured with a ruler before she could lift her feet.

Today, who would have thought:

The wood beauty of the past and present set fire to Canglang Mountain!

Who would have thought:

In the past, the eldest lady of the Hou Mansion who had no quarrel with the world has now come to the Shenji Camp in the border city.

Another sip of sake into her throat, Hua Wan supported her little face with both hands, and her fingers brushed away the tears on her cheeks.

In fact, Hua Wan herself didn't expect that spirits would be so intoxicating. She was so drunk that she unconsciously remembered the weak river grilled fish.

In my memory, the grilled fish on the edge of the weak river has few spines, fresh meat, tender and silky, and fragrant tongue. Each time, she was able to eat two or three.

It's funny, everyone around her tells her. She was born on the coast of the East China Sea and grew up in the Hou Mansion of the East China Sea. I have never been to the Cool Weak River at all. It is even more impossible to eat grilled fish that can only be found on the edge of a weak river.

But in the depths of her memory. It's such a wandering memory. Hua Wan herself thought it was very strange.

Three more sips of strong wine into her throat, Hua Wan was a little dizzy, this was the first time she had drunk. At this time, I only felt a little dazed and fluttering.

"Giggles...... Hua Wan drank another half pot of spirits, laughed and laughed and she cried: "It turns out that life can live like this!" Whatever you want, whatever you want! If you can see yourself sooner, then ......"

Would the previous life have ended differently? Will she walk into King Xuan's heart? Don't you have to disfigure yourself in order to keep his innocence for him......

Those wounds! Those hurt! Those that she couldn't help but please him.

Now it seems that it is not only ridiculous, but also disappointing itself.

Full of wine and food, Hua Wan staggered and stood up and pushed open the window, and lay lazily on the huge soft couch in front of the window, looking at the stars in the western sky through the window.

The night is getting thicker, and the flowers on the soft collapse are drowsy. Between the tossing and turning of breath, it was as if he had curled up in a man's arms.

Hua Wan's little face leaned in, clinging to this strange and familiar chest, greedily inhaling the charming fragrance of flowers.

The next day I woke up with a hangover. Hua Wan subconsciously touched the inside of the soft collapse, which was empty.

"What a beautiful dream!" Hua Wan muttered and went back to sleep.

Relax and unguard. It was probably the most restful sleep she'd had in 14 years. This sleep, Hua Wan woke up again two days later.

"I say, you can really sleep as a woman?" A man's voice suddenly sounded, and Hua Wan trembled in fright.