The redpile snow has twists and turns tonight.

In the lobby, the hands of the students who poured wine into the wine glass stopped in the air, and the wine flowed diagonally down in the air, until the glass was overflowing, and he did not realize that he was losing his mind.

Upstairs lying on the railing and looking down at the lively students from the southern countries have long lost their words, like a stone statue, as for the previous student who mocked Ning Shu, his face was even more red and white for a while, he wanted to say something but couldn't say it, and there was even a little rouge on his shoulder, that was because a girl who had gone downstairs before was eager to accidentally bump into him.

As for Wang Yuhuai, the talented son of the Nanyue royal family, although he was calm and indifferent on the surface, his hand holding the railing was trembling, and his heart had already been flooded with a thousand waves

In his eyes, the impact of this young man named Ning Shu on him in just two months was too great, from the ruthless crushing of himself in the four courses of the Taifu Assessment, to the various things that happened on the second floor of Tianyaguan, Wang Yuhuai once suspected that Ning Shu was a cultivator, otherwise how could he finish the calligraphy test questions issued by the old professors, and he was not weaker than himself, if he was not a cultivator, why did he have to go to the second floor of Tianyaguan every day?

But no matter how he sensed it, Ning Shu didn't have any fluctuation of Dharma intent, no matter how he observed, Ning Shu spent most of his time on the second floor of Tianyaguan just looking out the window in a daze, and he didn't meditate and practice all day.

Not to mention today's redpile snow.

You must know that the Divine Dynasty occupies the largest piece of land between heaven and earth, and is respected as the country of the co-lord of the human race, the southern countries survived the war of freedom that year, and they cannot compete with the Divine Dynasty at all.

Wang Yuhuaigui is a cultivator, only one step away from entering the realm of divine thought, tonight in this famous southern countries in the red snow banquet of the country, I thought that with his identity to invite the Oiran as a companion should also have some face, but I never thought that this Oiran Xue San actually refused his invitation with a physical illness, which made him lose face.

But after all, he was born in a scholarly family, and he has the strength of a big family, so it is impossible to be angry because of this kind of thing, but things often backfire, Wang Yuhuai looked at the Oiran in the lobby who was known as being sick, and was gently shushing the young man, no matter how he looked at it, it looked like the young man's body was sick.

What made him even more angry was that the beautiful woman who had been accompanying them to drink also ran downstairs, and was now sitting at the table peeling grapes for the young man.

Wang Yuhuai looked at Ning Shu's immature face and felt more and more hateful, the few freckles that had faded were like the blazing sun in the sky, piercing straight into his eyes, he snorted coldly, turned around and walked into the box.

Compared to the awkward atmosphere upstairs, the downstairs lobby should be much more lively.

After the students recovered from the shock, they drank happily, and today they can see in this red pile of snow that can only be heard in the mouth of the storyteller on weekdays, it is much more real than watching a song of Yangui Dance or Heavenly Demon Dance, especially the protagonist of this matter is still his own classmate, this comparison, the students are even more happy.

In the sound of clanging wine glasses, Ning Shu and the girls apologized many times, saluted and waved goodbye, and after the girls left the hall, they were also forced to join the party of their classmates.

The sound of silk and bamboo strings, the season of falling flowers and admiring the moon.

The students of their youth gathered in the red pile of snow, and the wine that became an altar was brought up by the little girls, and it was drunk by the students like flowing water.

Ning Shu, who was in the limelight before, seemed to have become the focus of the scene, in addition to the proud results he got in the assessment, today's women surrounded him made the eyes of his classmates look at him into admiration.

How many princes and nobles spend a lot of money to see the Oiran who can't see each other actually shows pity for a young man, and there are a few people throughout the ages, only the world-famous Liu family has this proud story, but it is a legend after all, and the young man in front of him is in front of him, how can he not make friends.

is a scholar in Taifu, and those word games between the staggered are of course indispensable.

Pitching pots, punching, catching castrations, drinking orders, flying flower orders......

The people around Ning Shu have changed from beauties to students, and the words in their ears have changed from gentle whispers to bold persuasions, whether it is a close friend like Yuan Youtao on weekdays, or students from other places who have never spoken a few words gathered at the table.

At the beginning, everyone got together to play the Flying Flower Order, but in the end, when there were several heroic heroes who were not strong enough to drink, all the beings reacted, and the seemingly harmless boy in front of him was the only one in the first class of calligraphy, how could the Flying Flower Order stump him, so the trick of wanting to use the game to pour wine failed, and in the end it became drunk.

There are all kinds of reasons to persuade drinking, and a glass of wine enters the stomach, even if it is the flower wine in the Qinglou, it is inevitable that people will be dizzy if they drink too much.

Ning Shu can persist until now, relying on his own use of the law in his body to decompose the wine, his amount of alcohol is not good, that day in front of the hatred Xiaolou basically belonged to the level of a bowl of pouring, as the wine around him became thicker and thicker, his originally bright eyes gradually turned red.

So much so that in the end, Ning Shu, who was violently poured by his classmates, even forgot that he was a cultivator, and when Li Wanqing, who was known as a thousand cups of military personnel who came back from the side, gave him a thumbs up and lay on the table, Ning Shu was able to have a chance to breathe.

It's just that at this time, seven or eight points of wine have already come up, and the remaining two points of sobriety are only in a daze, Ning Shu wants to continue to call Li Wanqing to drink, but his mouth is vague, no matter what the word is with a procrastinating tail note, he can't say a complete sentence, and he can't pick up a peanut with chopsticks to eat.

Fortunately, the students were fine after drinking, there was no noisy and noisy scene, and the people who were drunk were lying quietly on the table, messy, although they looked very embarrassed, but they also had a sense of wanton youth.

Ning Shu was entangled with the plate of peanuts in front of the table for a long time, muttering something in his mouth, and after continuous failure, he finally let go of the peanuts, picked up a wine bottle, and swayed along the stairs to the railing on the second floor, during which he didn't know how many tables, chairs and benches were crooked.

Standing by the railing and being blown by the night breeze, Ning Shu suddenly woke up a lot, looking at the shadowy lights of Pingkangfang and the classmates downstairs who were awake or sleeping, he couldn't help but be a little distracted.

After all, I still fell into this world!

Ning Shu touched the long sword on his waist and thought about it, but he didn't feel annoyed at all because he was immersed in the world, but a smile couldn't help but appear on the corner of his mouth, he should have been a person who liked to be alone, just like now, but he felt that the warm greetings between those classmates were interesting, and he didn't resist these gatherings anymore.

In fact, in the final analysis, what he really likes is not the elegance of these flowers, wine and fruits, but because those people, just like the classmates who persuade wine, just like the beauties in the building with tenderness and care, because of these people with good intentions, so he likes this kind of red dust very much.

Since he left Heian City, all kinds of things he has experienced are like a big stone pressing on his chest, making people breathless, those blood, those people lying on the ground, the blood splashing on his chest, often in his mind, cold and bloody, but it is such a red dust kindness, enough for him to feel a lot of warmth.

The railing on the second floor is quite elegant, there is a faint fragrance of osmanthus in the distance, the night wind is not violent, revealing the unique coolness of autumn, so that the people on the railing can revive their drowsy minds due to alcohol.

"Since ancient times, autumn has been sad and lonely, and I say that autumn is better than spring. ”

I forgot where this was the poem, seeing this situation, Ning Shu unconsciously recited it, with the figure standing on the side of the railing with a sword, there was a kind of freedom under the shroud of the bright moon.

"What's the matter????," Jin Weiqi walked to Ning Shu's side with a plate of dim sum, put the plate in his hand on the railing, and looked at the lights of the thousands of homes that Ning Shu was looking at.

"Come out and blow the wind. Ning Shu nodded in acknowledgment.

Jin Weiqi's alcohol consumption is not bad, originally there were many heroes and heroes who ran to toast Miss Jin with the intention of showmanship, and after a few rounds, the hero boy lay down several times, so no one dared to step forward again, and Miss Jin could only chat with her daughter's family about some boudoir gossip.

"Do you know, Ning Shu, you are really a very mysterious person!" Jin Weiqi looked at the silhouette of the young man and said suddenly.

In Jin Weiqi's eyes, the silhouette of the young man greeted the moonlight, his eyes were lowered, and his eyelashes were like beige moth wings, resting on his delicate cheeks, with an indescribable charm.

Ning Shu touched his face a little embarrassed and asked, "What's mysterious, it's just a name." ”

"At your age, you can be the lecturer of Bailu Guozhen, and you can win the first place in four subjects in the Taifu assessment, and you can bring the cultivation motivation of the eight sons of the world with the power of one person, and you can also cross the red pile of snow, don't be modest!" Jin Weiqi took a bite of the taro crisp in his hand and quipped.

Without waiting for Ning Shu to answer, Jin Weiqi asked again, "What kind of girl do you like?"

"Huh?" Ning Shu was a little caught off guard by this sudden turn of events.

Miss Jin is not bad at drinking, but it doesn't mean that she won't get drunk, at this time, although Jin Weiqi in Ning Shu's eyes still looks so down-to-earth and generous, but her face is flushed with a cute blush of her little daughter's family, I don't know if it's because of the wine, or some other reason.

For some reason, after Ning Shu heard this, a picture from his childhood actually appeared in his mind.

"Hey, if you don't want to say it, forget it!" Miss Jin saw that the young man was a little distracted and a little embarrassed, and turned around and walked towards the middle of the building.

"I ......"

Just when Ning Shu wanted to say something, Jin Weiqi, who had already walked to the threshold, suddenly turned his head and asked with a smile in his eyes:

"Ning Shu, you are a cultivator!"

"Hmm!"

Ning Shu nodded, serious and affirmative.

"Hee-hee, I know!"

Looking at Jin Weiqi's distant back, Ning Shu lowered his head and smiled, reaching out to take a piece of dim sum to taste, but found that the girl had even taken the dim sum plate with her when she left......