Chapter Twenty-Six: A Dream in the Wine

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"Do you regret it?"

Wang looked at her, who had lost a few points. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info just doesn't lose its cool demeanor.

There was no trace of time on her body, and in the eyes of the king, she seemed to be the woman who liked to ride a big white horse, liked to call herself a sister in front of him who was two years older than her, and liked to climb high and see far away.

Wang looked at the cold plum blossoms in the cool plum garden, the cold plum that should have stood proudly in the severe winter wind and snow, but bloomed in advance in the early summer season, and the clump of black plums that should have been hidden in the snow was like a wild flower growing wantonly on the roadside here.

It was like cheap silk flowers hanging from the branches.

The king looked at the garden and thought about her.

Suddenly tasteless.

The king did not ask her if she would regret it, and left the Liangmei Garden, which had been built for her.

Her name is Yueliang, the moon is the moon of the moon picking building, and the cool is the coolness of the Liangmei Garden.

The king tapped the wine cup in his hand, and it was like an amber wine with an intoxicating aroma, and then the wine became more and more intense, so rich that it concealed the faint fragrance of the black plum in the cool plum garden.

The wine in the cup began to boil, as if the king's hand holding the glass seemed to be burned red, but his hand was still there, not even beads of sweat, and even looked a little pale and cold.

The wind blew the corners of the king's clothes, blew the collar of his clothes, and with the strong aroma of wine, floated out of the Liangmei Garden and into the small building outside the garden.

The corners of your clothes are messy, will you still brush the dust off me like you did in those years?

The wind blew the corners of the clothes, the aroma of wine, the bun, and the plums.

I'm a little messed up too.

Wine?

Yueliang was by the window, she happened to smell the aroma of wine coming from the wind, but she didn't smell the bitterness hidden in the aroma of wine, she smelled the aroma of wine, smiled, and smiled more beautiful than the beautiful Momei not far away.

...... "Are you drinking again?" She looked at the man in front of her, who obviously looked a little thin, but this man who was not like a big man on the grassland, but more like a Confucian man with a big Yin in one hand, held a jar of liquor in one hand and gulped it down his throat.

Against the backdrop of the campfire, the wine flowing down the corners of his mouth glowed with amber brilliance, and the man's already handsome face added a charming charm.

The man looked at the little girl beside him, in front of him, she would always be just a little girl, not the woman who was called the most beautiful person on the grassland, but the little girl who belonged only to him.

The man looked back at her, I don't know if it was because of the bonfire or because of shyness, there was always a red on her face that couldn't be shaken off.

The man rubbed her head, and she rubbed the man's hand like a docile foal, and smiled sweetly, indescribable, but strong enough sweetness, as strong as the wine in the jar in the man's hand, as strong as the smell of wine wafting now.

"Didn't you promise me not to drink anymore?" she coquettishly, frowning and pretending to be angry, and the man smiled dotingly.

"Okay, good, don't drink anymore. By the way, how did you mess with that little brat? Grunt. The man asked, pouring two more sips of wine.

"Hey, don't talk about it, the kid still won't let me hug him. She sighed.

"It's okay, it's okay, are you his second mother? Grunt. The man continued to drink, saying.

"Well, hopefully, didn't you say you wouldn't drink it?"

"Eh, did I say that?"

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She smelled the wine and thought of the man who liked to drink in large gulps,

You see, you're all gone, Xiao Hezi heard that he is also gone, and I'm left with Xiao Pizi, what do you say I should do.

You say, if only you didn't drink that day. You say, if only you hadn't died.

She suddenly wanted to drink and get herself drunk, and suddenly it occurred to her that this person who was drunk was also thinking about a lover who had left?

Yueliang is Yueliang after all, she wants to drink, so she starts looking for wine, just like she did most often when she was a child, she stepped on the window edge.

After a while, there was the sound of footing outside the window, and then the cage that trapped her left only a faint fragrance.

She didn't have the slightest sense of being a half-prisoner, she jumped out of the window, left the pavilion, and then smelled the aroma of the plum that had been hidden by the smell of wine.

She walked along a path where the smell of wine had come to the garden that had been built for her.

She pushed open the door and saw plum blossoms, this was the first time she had come here, and the first time she saw the plaque that said Liang Mei Garden.

Skipped past the cheap Momei, who didn't stop her in her tracks, and she saw a wine glass.

An ordinary but not ordinary wine cup, in which there are no amber-like wines, and those wines have long since turned into the aroma of wine and filled the air.

Of course she knew the wine cup, and she was stunned for a moment.

Retracting her legs, which had already stepped into the garden, she walked silently back to the pavilion where she had been confined.

What she didn't know was that in the place where she couldn't see, Wang was also looking at her, watching quietly, there was no wine cup in his hand, and there was still a little drunkenness at the corner of his mouth.

When the king saw her retreat, he was silent.

The king knew why she had locked herself up again, but for the sake of her and his daughter, who resembled her.

It's just that she doesn't know that he really likes the little girl named Xia Xiaolian.

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