The fragrance of wine spreads, and the fragrance of flowers is even more fragrant than wine,

The familiar taste makes people involuntarily recall those good and bad old times.

Wan Chaoyun lowered his eyes and looked at the brazier in front of him, most of the silver charcoal was burned, and the cold wind hit, blowing away the white ash, revealing the orange and red inside.

She used to like osmanthus brewing, and there was no reason why she wanted to come, most of them followed Wan Che, and the amount of wine was not good.

It just so happens that the osmanthus is low in degree and has a sweet taste.

She also tried to drink other sake, but the sake was spicy and easy to get drunk, and every time she drank it, she had a splitting headache the next day, and then she never touched it again, but it was this sticky cloudy wine, which she loved alone.

"When you drink osmanthus stuffed, you have to heat it first, and the slave maid has also warmed it for the lord before, and the slave maid will." Liu Mei volunteered to scald the wine, but he didn't know that Wan Chaoyun's face was gloomy.

Song is really natural and knows osmanthus brewing, she doesn't drink this kind of sweet wine, turned around and went to the tent to rummage again, and turned out a jar of sake, she smiled and stuffed the wine into Wan Chaoyun's arms, "I know you don't like osmanthus, I've specially prepared it for you." ”

Wan Chaoyun hugged the wine jar and pretended to be angry: "Prepared for me?" It's clearly prepared for yourself by yourself, and I don't drink, so don't fool me. ”

The little lie was exposed, and Song Shizhen didn't blush, but lifted the wine from her arms, "It's really boring, you don't drink it, I'll drink it myself." ”

The cloth that sealed the wine was torn open, and suddenly the aroma of the wine, which was countless times more mellow than the osmanthus brewing, overflowed, and Wan Chaoyun was drunk before drinking.

She sighed softly in her heart, hey, the amount of alcohol is still not good.

Song Shizhen poured a small half bowl for Liu Mei, "Liu Mei, you drink it for your girl." ”

Liu Mei's amount of wine did not follow Wan Chaoyun, but she was very able to drink, she wiped her hands and took the white porcelain bowl and took a sip, "Miss Song, a cup of ......"

Song Shizhen, who was holding the wine jar, took a sip of the wine jar when Liu Mei spoke, and then frowned, "It's not my wine either!" Who changed my wine! ”

She slammed her feet, her eyes flickered, as if she couldn't see clearly, she shook her head, but her head seemed to be tied in countless knots, and she instantly forgot what she had just said and what she was going to do next.

Wan Chaoyun watched in shock as she staggered and fell, and a jar of wine that she had only drunk a sip spilled all over her body.

"It's a real sister!" Wan Chaoyun rushed forward with a brisk step, and he could hold her so that he would not pour into the brazier, but the wine was not supported and sprinkled with fine light.

Liu Mei, whose eyelids couldn't be opened, said the last word with difficulty, "Pour!" “

A cup poured?

Hearing the name, Wan Chaoyun immediately took a few steps back, away from the strong aroma of wine, Rao is retreat a few steps, and his eyes were a little dizzy.

The cold wind howled, blowing her to the ground, and her palm touched the solid stone, only to come back to her senses slightly, the wine was so strong that she couldn't even smell it.

The wind blew again, and she finally came to her senses.

The peak is open, the wind is howling, and the aroma of wine has been blown away for seven or eight minutes, Wan Chaoyun took out a handkerchief to cover his mouth and nose, dragged the two into their respective tents one by one, and then changed their clothes in turn and covered them with a thick quilt.

By the time she had done all this, the silver charcoal had burned out outside, and the entire summit was pitch black, and she had to light the lights in her tent.

Not worried about Song Shizhen and Liu Mei, she checked again and again, the door of the tent of the two was fastened, the quilt was not kicked, and the clothes of the two were put in the tent where the goods were stored and hung up.

Xu had been moving, and it wasn't so cold, but when he came out of the tent, he still shrunk his neck.

High cliffs, the wind howling, like a devil crying, but for a person who has lived for a long time, it is not worth mentioning at all.

I haven't had time to appreciate the Tianji City in the distance, but now I look at it, the lights of thousands of homes, dotted with the vast night, like flowers blooming in the sky, bright and fresh, cleansing away all loneliness and loneliness.

Wan Chaoyun smiled slightly, his smile was bright and satisfied, at this time, his father should still be reading books, and his mother must be working as a female worker next to him, or grinding ink.

Adding fragrance to the red sleeves is something that the two of them have to do every day, which is enviable.

"Changxi."

The familiar and unfamiliar voice, as if coming with the wind from a long distance, startled several ripples in my heart.

Gongsu Duan Shen Jing Rong Huang Guifei, surnamed Wan, name Chaoyun, word Changxi, nickname Wan Duzhong.

The surname was given by the family, the name was given by the parents, the word was given by Lin Jianshen, and the nickname was the jealousy of the concubines towards her.

Before Emperor Chengtian was successfully restored, she and Lin Jianshen were out to make a living, and every day they had to guard against being killed, and every morning was spent as the last morning in their lives.

In addition to worrying about not eating the next meal, you also have to worry about not seeing the sun tomorrow.

Therefore, when he ascended the throne, he gave her a word - Changxi, which means the sun that lasts forever.

Many people didn't know that she still had words, and later Lin Jianshen saw her less often, and she didn't remember that she had words.

But when I heard these two words again, the memories hidden in the deepest part of my heart came over the river and the sea.

The past flashed clearly, as if to tell her that there were some things that she couldn't forget.

Turning back slowly, he was standing next to the tent, the bean-sized spark jumping, shaking his figure to the surface.

The man who was begging for a living outside the palace with her, often as dirty as a beggar-like child, overlapped with the person in front of him in gorgeous clothes, the beating light suddenly stopped, and his whole person brightened, like the brightest star in the night sky.

"You're hanging up, it's really different."

Suppressing the surging emotions in his heart, Wan Chaoyun sneered.

The excited smile on Lin Jianshen's face gradually solidified after a long absence, his small face was full of grievances, in order to arrive at Tianji City before the twenty-sixth day of the first lunar month, he came by boat overnight, never stopped, vomited all the way and did not go ashore for a moment, until he came to North Chongzhou.

His entourage suggested that he rest in North Chongzhou for a few days, but he insisted on coming just to see her.

When he learned that Song really wanted to surprise her, he wanted to surprise her as a surprise.

He came with joy, thinking that although both of them were born again, he was still hers, and she would always be his Changxi.

However, a basin of cold water poured down from the top of his head, and his heart was half cold.

"I think we're going to have a good talk." He walked over.

Wan Chaoyun retreated, and behind him was a bottomless cliff, Lin Jianshen stopped, and he said in horror: "Okay, I won't go over, don't retreat, okay?" ”

From his position, Wan Chaoyun has her back to the lights of Wanjia, but in his eyes, she is brighter than the lights of Wanjia, but she no longer smiles at him and messes with him like she did back then.

"I remember, when I died, you were celebrating your son's birthday." The faint tone drifted into the other party's ears with the wind, accompanied by the residual aroma of wine, which was intoxicating, "Did Your Majesty feel that you didn't have time to say goodbye back then, so you came to say goodbye to your concubine?" ”