Meng Wanchuan was shocked and wanted to cry without tears, endured the pain of the rain on his body, looked at the tombstone on the ground in disbelief, and thought about life.

Shen Yanxi stopped kneeling, she stood up and went into the side room and took out two large jars of wine. I pulled out the red silk on one of them and poured a big mouthful into my stomach. Then he smashed another jar of unopened wine to the ground, and gave it to the deceased to drink.

"Ling Xue, how many times do you have to endure such suffering?"

Another big sip of wine, only this time, mixed with some rain. The liquor ran down her throat all the way into her stomach, and the chill all over her body was replaced by this heat, and after a few large sips in succession, the burning sensation in her stomach began to burn uncomfortably, and her cheeks slowly became red and frightening.

Meng Wanchuan really couldn't stand it anymore, so she rushed forward at the risk of death to snatch the big wine jar in Shen Yanxi's hand. But just as he expected, the other party kicked him back from where he came from.

When he revisited his hometown, the back of his head hit the pillar very sincerely, and then he fainted very anciently.

Shen Yanxi saw that no one was hindering her, so she held the wine jar in one hand and picked up a long sword from the ground in the other, and began to drink and dance in the torrential rain.

I saw the girl who was drunk in the rain smiled, and her clothes began to flutter with her graceful figure. With a slight touch of her toes, the skirt followed her arc in the air, rotating perfectly, light as a butterfly. The long sword in his hand shallow in the void again, and the rain was like a cloud that had been removed, bathing everything in luster. After the layers of skirt tails hung down, she lowered her body and raised her sword to scrape the water, and the corners of her skirt were quietly raised at this time, ready to fly. There are no flowers around, but she seems to be wrapped in countless transparent petals, which is incomprehensible in beauty. Every movement of her does not bring people a soft and boneless person, nor is it a suffocating oppression, but only a shock that penetrates the bottom of the heart.

After the dance, her eyes were full of tears again, and she drank a large jar of spirits in her hand, and her wrist flipped and fell to the ground.

She staggered two steps, then slumped on the ground with her sword in her hand, crying silently.

Qin Zhao, who was ordered to rush over, happened to witness this shocking dance, and because of this, his heart, which had been touched by it, became more determined.

He jumped down from the courtyard wall, stepped on the rain, walked to Shen Yanxi step by step, slowly squatted down, and gently hugged the drunken beauty into his arms.

I don't know how long it took, and the person in my arms gradually lost his voice. He gently cherished the other party and picked him up, and then glanced coldly at Meng Wanchuan, who was still fainting and dead not far away, and left quickly.

The rain continued to fall, but it turned into a light rain, as if it was gambling with someone, and it continued.

Meng Wanchuan, the unlucky bastard, was soaked in the rain all night, and there was no kind person to take care of him. So much so that when he woke up the next morning and ran back to his house in embarrassment, he was already suffering from the cold.

He first ordered someone to cook ginger soup, and then he took a clean underwear and robe to the hot spring built by the original body and began to take a bath, and poured a few large bowls of original ginger soup after coming out, and then began to lie on the bed, teaching the subordinate to give him a bamboo tube cupping, after tossing these, the next person looking for Lang Zhong also arrived, I heard that it was forced to tie people from the bed, the other party thought that the seven princes were going to die, but when they came to take a look, they found that they only felt a cold, and they just used him in Hegu acupoint, temple, There are only two needles on several acupuncture points for treating wind and cold, such as the Waiguan acupoint, and if I have to say that there is any major injury, I am afraid that there is only the wound on the neck that has been treated. But fortunately, the seven princes have money, not to mention the consultation fee, just to compensate him for the reward he was pulled over early in the morning, which is enough for him to get a daughter-in-law.

Looking at Lang Zhong, who was happy and left with the silver, Meng Wanchuan just wanted to say that he was rich and he was willful. Who made the original mother's maiden family the richest man in the eastern country, and her business spread all over Shikoku?

If it weren't for this, he, an idle prince who had no learning and no political achievements, would be able to make an exception to open a mansion outside the palace?

Hahaha, it's good to be rich!

In this way, Meng Wanchuan's day was spent happily drinking ginger soup, eating rice porridge, soaking in hot springs, changing dressings for her neck, and constantly covering her sweat.

In the middle of the night, he suddenly felt a little cold while sleeping on the bed, so he subconsciously wrapped the quilt tightly, but unfortunately it was not very useful, and shrunk back into the bed. Just when he thought that this abnormal cold was that Ling Xue's family had really turned into ghosts and came to him, the temperature in the room slowly warmed up again.

Meng Wanchuan, who was in the quilt, subconsciously breathed a sigh of relief, the eyeballs under her eyelids moved a few times unconsciously, and slowly opened her eyes.

Then he saw a scene that was somewhat familiar.

A tall figure stood straight in front of the window in his room, blocking most of the moonlight and making it impossible to see.

He was so frightened that his eyes immediately widened, his scalp tingled for a while, although he guessed that this uninvited guest might be Shen Yanxi, but his mouth was still a little uncontrollable to shout loudly.

It's just that as soon as he made a small "ah" sound, he was instantly blocked by the short blade on his neck, and the wound that had been recuperating for a day was pressed through the bandaged fine ribbon, and it began to ache faintly again.

This figure took a closer look, and it was really Shen Yanxi.

Meng Wanchuan hurriedly covered his mouth with his left hand, raised his right hand to make an oath, and then followed the other party's blade and slowly sat up, at the same time, he couldn't help but start complaining in his heart.

None of the people in the mansion he raised could beat Shen Yanxi? How could she sneak into his room so quietly, holding a short blade against her neck? This author is cheating on his father, the original body is like this, and it is not an exaggeration to die a hundred times!

Shen Yanxi savored his expression, withdrew the short blade, crossed his hands in front of his chest, and then asked in a rather incomprehensible manner.

"You don't have a good kung fu in this house?"

Meng Wanchuan wanted to cry without tears, and the tips of her ears turned red with anger.

Don't ask, it's shameful to ask.

"Ahem, that's because the original body has no brain, and the person who wrote this little talking book doesn't want him to die, so he naturally won't die at all."

After saying this, he was stunned for a moment, his brow furrowed, and wrinkled into a straight line.

"But when I first walked through, I found that this body was poisoned, which is different from what I said in this book. At first, I was confused and a little worried, but then I found out that the poison was slowly excreted on its own. Now that I think about it, I may have caused the butterfly effect, and this inexplicable poison was just a reason for the original body to leave. ”