Qinghe took another drink: "The name is quite chic, is there anything to say?"

"It's not famous," Qirong said, "It's just because it tastes so similar to kapok." ”

Qinghe is a little addictive to drink, although this kapok wine does not have a strong aroma of other wines, but the unique fresh and mellow atmosphere has a unique taste.

Yuan Xiu on the other side was also attracted by the wine, and even Miao'er, who had always scoffed at wine, drank two more glasses, and her cheeks flushed.

When I walked out of the restaurant, several people were a little drunk, it was already night, the cool breeze was like water, Qinghe accidentally slipped under his feet, and he leaned back suddenly, leaning on a broad and warm chest.

She looked up at her with a pair of red pupils playfully, and in the dark night, these eyes shone like jewels, imprinted in Qinghe's pupils like fire.

The moonlight is hazy, the city streets are prosperous, and the talented and beautiful women are beautiful.

This charming atmosphere is more ambiguous with Qinghe's "beauty".

Two fingers lifted Qirong's chin, and at this time, she was like a prodigal son who was molesting a woman from a good family, and even her tone became oily and smooth: "Beauty, you are really handsome, tell me about your master, what is your name?"

Qi Rong looked straight at her, with a smile on his face, "Don't pretend to be drunk." ”

Qinghe rarely smiles, most of the time he is indifferent, and now he only shows a smile when he is slightly drunk.

Qi Rong's heart moved slightly, and he raised his hand to move to her sideburns.

Qing He tilted his head to avoid his movements, and stood at a safe and comfortable distance.

Although his eyes were blurred, his mind was still clear, Qinghe touched the mask on his face, and he didn't miss any flaws.

"You have transgressed. ”

Qirong shook his fan and looked at her with a smile: "What about you?"

Qinghe paused: "I have also overpassed." She shook her head and took a deep breath, "It seems that this wine will have to be drunk less in the future." ”

After that, he stopped looking at Qirong and turned around to follow Miao'er and Yuan Xiu.

Far away, she could still feel the blazing gaze behind her, but she didn't look back.

When I returned to the Imperial Mirror Villa and walked to the courtyard, Qinghe got lost.

Although the kapok wine is mellow, it has a lot of stamina, and it is subject to the cool breeze, and the hall and path of the villa are surprisingly similar, and as you walk, you will come to a completely unfamiliar place.

I didn't find my original way back when I turned around, so I simply sat in the gazebo next to me to sober up.

Looking up at the sky, there are few nebulae, when Qinghe closed his eyes and was about to fall asleep, he suddenly heard a few strange sounds, Qinghe looked at the room not far away, there was still a faint candlelight, Qinghe astringent breath leaned over, through the silhouette on the window, he saw that the people in the room were striking iron, and the sound of "ping pong" was particularly loud in the dark.

Qinghe remembered the world-famous way of refining weapons in the villa, could it be that it was here to strike iron?

Immersed in his own thoughts, the people in the room stopped moving, and the next moment a silver needle pierced the window and stabbed straight at Qinghe's temple.

Qinghe was startled, and suddenly dodged, and the silver needle flew past her ear, piercing into the trunk of the tree behind her, and the whole root was submerged.

The people in the room continued to strike the iron and ignored Qinghe.

After about half an hour, Qinghe finally returned to the courtyard, and the moment he opened the door, a voice sounded in his ear, "You're back." ”

Qinghe frowned: "Why do you appear quietly every time?"

The moon is dark and the wind is high, and lonely men and widows are in the same room, but it will make people gossip.

Mo Junqian: "I've been waiting for you, where have you been?"

He noticed the smell of alcohol on Qinghe's body, mixed with something else that didn't belong to her.

Qinghe took the lamp, poured a cup of tea and drank it all, and asked without answering, "Is there anything wrong with you?"

Mo Junqian pursed his lips: "It's okay, it's just that I haven't seen you for a long time, and I want to come and see." ”

Qinghe: "We only met last night. ”

Mo Junqian looked at her: "It's different." ”

Qinghe said lightly: "It's no different," she looked outside, "It's late, go back and rest." ”

Mo Junqian didn't move, but sat with her, "Don't drink anymore in the future, drinking will hurt your body." ”

Qinghe turned the teacup but didn't drink it: "Wine can relieve worries." ”

Mo Junqian: "Senior sister, what's worried?"

Qinghe didn't seem to hear his words, and his eyes looked at the tea in the cup without turning his eyes, not knowing what he was thinking.

The later it gets, the moonlight gradually brightens, sprinkled on Qinghe's side face, Mo Junqian's eyelashes trembled slightly, his thin lips moved, and just when he wanted to say something, he only heard a 'bang', and Qinghe fell headlong on the table.

Listening to the gradually steady breathing, Mojun Qianliang in the darkness sighed for a long time.

Moved Qinghe to the bed, covered her with the quilt, and closed the door softly.

......

Because of the hangover, Qinghe slept lazily, and even the annoying didn't wake her up, and she didn't wake up until three poles in the morning.

As soon as she opened her eyes, she saw Shen Xun sitting on the edge of the bed looking at her, and the playfulness in her eyes was unobstructed.

"Say, what did you do last night?"

Qinghe sat up, his head was still a little dizzy, "Why didn't you go." ”

Shen Xun took the water next to her and handed it to her: "I don't believe it, I smell of wine, and I rarely see you drunk." ”

Qinghe swallowed a glass of water and said, "The old horse also has a time when he stumbles." ”

Shen Xun said quietly: "Is it the wine that confuses you, or is it that people confuse you?"

Qing and Bai glanced at him, turned around and got out of bed.

The sun was shining outside, Qinghe stretched his waist and walked towards Miao'er's residence.

Miao'er drank more than her last night, and now she is sleeping soundly, and as soon as Qinghe entered the door, he saw Yuan Xiu sitting on the edge of the bed washing towels.

Miao'er still had a piece on her forehead, Qinghe walked in to see it, her face was flushed, she muttered something in her mouth, and her two hands tightly hugged Yuan Xiu's arm and didn't let go.

Yuan Xiu's face was tired, and his eyes were dark, so he should have taken care of him all night.

Noticing Qinghe's eyes, he said, "I want to leave too, but I can't help it." ”

Qinghe looked at Miao'er's delicate body that was gradually moving closer to Yuan Xiu's body, and expressed deep sympathy for him.

Qinghe: "Her cultivation is not as good as yours, and she can't stop you if you want to leave." ”

Yuan Xiu pursed his lips and didn't speak.

Qinghe: "Actually, you like her, right?" ”

Looking at Miao'er's sleeping face, after a long time, Yuan Xiu spoke: "I'm not worthy of her." ”

Qinghe: "How can you be worthy or not, only willing or unwilling." ”

Yuan Xiu glanced at her: "You think too simply. ”

Since the last time she was told that she didn't understand love, Qinghe has left a shadow, and she doesn't want to express any opinions on this kind of topic.

But there was one thing she wanted to ask Yuan Xiu: "You competed with Ding Mengchao, the gap is clear at a glance, why did you lose to him before?"

Hearing Ding Mengchao, Yuan Xiu frowned slightly: "Ding Mengchao is treacherous and cunning, and he is chasing fame and fortune, and he used some subordinate means that day." ”

Just as he was about to hear him continue, Miao'er on the bed let out a soft snort and woke up slowly.

She rubbed her eyes, and at first glance she saw the person beside the bed: "Yuan Xiu~"