The small sedan chair stopped, stopped at the foot of the Red Mountain in the north of the capital, he threw a piece of broken silver to the sedan chair man, shook the purple robe on his body, and walked forward with a small white jade stove in his hand.

After three crutches and two turns, they finally turned to the foot of a mountain where the wind fell, where there was a dilapidated thatched hut, which looked like it was crumbling, but the red plum in front of the door was the spirit of opening.

He took a few quick steps forward, picked up a hoe from the hut, rolled up his sleeves and began to dig under the plum trees.

The frozen soil in winter was particularly hard, and when he dug out the Huadiao wine that had been buried for fifteen years, he was already sweating profusely, and he threw the hoe away, and moved the wine jar, jar, and jar in the soil into the house.

Murong Lanqing picked up a clean stool and sat down, as soon as the seal on the wine jar was opened, the mellow wine halo slowly drifted out, and he sat on the jar, raised his head and drank two sips.

Unconsciously, he drank a small half jar, Murong Lanqing has always been a gentleman, and he is used to drinking all day, the amount of wine is not bad, and he drank half a jar of wine, which warmed up his cold body, he just wanted to hold the wine jar, the dilapidated wooden door was pushed open, he raised his eyes in surprise, looked at the door, and before he could react, he was shivered by the howling cold wind, and the door slammed shut.

The man was dressed in a white coat and a white cloak, and the folding fan in his hand was also white, and after shaking off the falling snow on his body, he raised his head, although his face was pale from the cold, but he did not have a trace of cold temperament.

Murong Lanqing said in surprise: "Brother Wen Han? ”

Da Lengtian held a folding fan in his hand, seeing that people had a three-point smile, polite but not at all girly, he was the only one under Mo Tian's hand who could get into his eyes.

Wang Wenhan found a lame stool opposite him and sat down, put the oil paper bag in his hand on the table, and said: "What's the meaning of just wine, the beef of the Ma Ji family on the third street of Jingnan, with your fifteen-year-old Huadiao wine, is the real taste." ”

"How do you know that this is fifteen years of Huadiao wine." Murong Lanqing poured it into the earthen bowl, pushed a bowl to Wang Wenhan, and filled it for himself.

"To do a line, you have to be familiar with the rules of a line, since I am a dog-headed military advisor, no matter what I do, I have to listen clearly, although I don't know your Huadiao wine, but it follows the taste."

"People who know wine, it is rare to meet a confidant, come and come, first fill a bowl to warm up your body."

After one person and one jar of wine went down, the beef on the table was also eaten.

Murong Lanqing hugged the wine jar, looked at Hongmei outside with a flushed face, and said, "You say, what kind of person is she?" ”

"Who?" Wang Wenhan was puzzled.

Murong Lanqing didn't answer, and continued: "Obviously a woman, why do you want to make yourself the current appearance of a man who is not a man, a woman is not a woman, she has no benefit from marrying me, I want to divorce her every day, and she just responds lightly." After I got married, I deliberately wandered outside for half a month, and I didn't even go back with her when I went back to the door, deliberately losing her face, but she was silent, not angry, obviously a decisive general, with monstrous power, what kind of talent to find. Say, why does she have to marry me? ”

Wang Wenhan said with a smile: "I have known her since I was a child, and I haven't figured it out for so many years, you have only known her for a few days, how can you see it through, but she has always liked beauties, maybe she fell in love with your appearance, but I don't know." ”

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