As the night deepened, the wind blowing in the mountains gradually cooled down.

Blown by the mountain wind, Jiang Xiaoman's wine also woke up for more than half of it, he opened his eyes and rubbed his somewhat swollen head, and couldn't help but secretly said that when he went out in the future, he really couldn't be greedy.

The first time I drank wine, I was able to drink most of the jar, although this mulberry wine is fruit wine, the degree is not high, not a strong wine, but it is enough to see that the amount of alcohol that the teenager drinks is really extraordinary.

Perhaps, this is the innate nature of the Jiang clan in the Southern Regions.

It is rumored that Emperor Taizu, the founding emperor of Great Xia in the Southern Regions, had two hobbies in his life, one was planting flowers, and the other was drinking.

Every time you go out on an expedition, you must first drink a jar of spirits, and then laugh and take the lead in breaking the territory.

Perhaps, it is precisely because of this heroic spirit that the Xia Kingdom, which originally had a land of only a thousand miles in radius, has become the supreme overlord who dominates the boundless mountains and rivers of the Southern Regions in just a hundred years.

Jiang Xiaoman, the ancestor who was known as the Dragon Bird Holy Emperor by later generations, once left an anonymous word that has been widely circulated in the land of Kyushu to this day.

'The autumn wind rises, and the clouds fly.

There are vermilion birds in the southern region, fluttering their wings and singing for nine days.

Ask the world, what is a man's behavior?

Drunk and lying beauties are coming, awakening and controlling the power of the world.

In life, you must be drunk when you have wine, and you must sing and be crazy after drinking.

The boy is a teenager and a maniac, waiting for me to wash away the vastness.

Come back, and drink 800 bottles of the world with you!'

This word, which was called "Taizu Laughing and Drinking on the Battlefield" by later generations of literati and writers in the Southern Regions, between the lines, all reveal the love for wine of the male lord who led the Jiang family to become the supreme of the Five Domains in one fell swoop.

Even today, in the other four regions outside the Southern Regions, there are still many young descendants who worship this peerless male lord who has single-handedly ruled the Southern Regions.

In the next thousands of years, all the men of the Jiang family are unruly and unruly in their hearts.

Such as Jiang Ye, the sword and the sword are invincible, and everyone on the battlefield can reach it.

Like Jiang Yao, as soon as he rode the moment, the flames traveled nine thousand miles west, and the flames rose to the sky.

Such as Jiang Che, like thousands of men in the Jiang family, they can more or less see the shadow of their ancestors on their bodies.

And Jiang Xiaoman's body already has the blood of this peerless supreme in his body.

I'm afraid that even the teenager himself didn't notice that as he grew older, especially after drinking, his originally peaceful temperament gradually became uninhibited.

Yellow clay jar, mulberry wine. One drink is three lives, first bitter and then sweet and then aftertaste. Gentian silver spear dances under the moon, wanting to go to the blue sky to catch the sun and the moon.

This is the portrayal of the young man after he was drunk, and it is not difficult to see that the inheritance that the ancestors left in their blood is slowly being released step by step and gradually awakening......

Tonight, the moon is sparse.

Jiang Xiaoman sat up and couldn't help laughing, vaguely remembering that he seemed to be too drunk later, staggered and threw the silver gun in his hand as a javelin, and then fell drunk and unconscious.

At this moment, when he awoke, he lay quietly in a hammock tied between two old dragon trees, and covered him with a thin blanket.

You don't have to think about it to know that it must have been Ji Xiaoyue who helped him over to lie down, and the little girl should have planned to help Jiang Xiaoman into the house.

I never thought that the young man who was drunk like mud was as heavy as a pig, and the little girl didn't have much strength, and she was tired and sweaty for a long time, and finally she couldn't move, so she had to retreat and build a small hammock in the courtyard to not let him come to the quilt as a bed.

Later, I was afraid that it would be cold on Chinese New Year's Eve, after all, I had to rush north tomorrow, and it was not good to catch a cold.

Ji Xiaoyue took another blanket that she covered herself during the nap on weekdays and put it on the young man, only then did she nod and clap her hands with satisfaction, and turned around and ran to clean up the dishes and dishes on the table.

There was a wind blowing across the young man's face, thinking that he would really leave tomorrow, and Jiang Xiaoman lost his sleepiness.

Originally, the person who woke up was the most awake, even if he wanted to sleep, he would not be able to sleep for a while, he turned over and jumped off the hammock, folded the blanket gently, and stretched a big lazy waist, and couldn't help but feel thirsty.

When I turned around, I found that the tea that had already been brewed was placed on the stone table, and I could faintly smell the faint fragrance of tea.

Come to think of it, it should be Ji Xiaoyue's girl who guessed that she would be thirsty when she got up at night, so she prepared it in advance.

Knock knock, picked up the teapot and poured a few sips, I couldn't help but feel refreshed.

In the end, he was still a teenager, his body was strong, and he was still dizzy, and after a while, he was alive again.

The night is very late, but the light is still on in Ji Xiaoyue's small room, and I don't know what this girl is doing when she doesn't sleep at night.

The young man couldn't help but be curious, and jumped on the roof with a slight leap on his tiptoes, and he tiptoed down and gently lifted a piece of green tile to find out.

Naturally, it's not a lewd voyeur, but it's not good to knock on a girl's door at night.

And, tomorrow is the time to leave, and there are so many things he wants to say to this girl, who always seems to have no troubles, but he doesn't know what to say when it comes to his throat.

Perhaps, at this time, in Jiang Xiaoman's heart, he was still a little afraid of seeing the little girl.

The young man doesn't know the taste of sorrow, but he really faces the upcoming parting, and this kind of sour and astringent emotion in his heart should be called sorrow.

The room was lit up, and under the candlelight, you could vaguely see Ji Xiaoyue lying on her small bed, rolling around, and she didn't know what she was thinking.

The little girl was dressed very coolly, with a thin gauze dress, revealing half of Bai Zhe's little belly outside, Jiang Xiaoman couldn't help blushing lying on the roof, always feeling that as a generation of heroes, he was really a little like the flower thief at this time.

This girl, really, tosses and turns without sleeping, and doesn't know what to cover on her body...

The boy's cheeks were hot, and his breathing and heartbeat couldn't help but speed up, plopping.

Although Jiang Xiaoman knew that most of his behavior at this time was not good, he was always a little reluctant and unwilling to leave from the roof.

Cultivation is the day after tomorrow, and the size is also considered a master, as for how high, I am afraid that it is not more than one floor.

But fortunately, after entering the acquired realm, the boy was also able to control his breathing rate gently, so that the little girl would not find out because of some heavy breathing at this time.

Suddenly, Ji Xiaoyue rolled over and sat up from the bed, ran off the bed barefoot, and trotted to the table on the clean bluestone floor.

Jiang Xiaoman saw the little girl squatting down lightly, and slowly lifted the third bluestone slab in front of the table, revealing a pit that was neither deep nor shallow, and there was a wooden box that was not big or small.

I think it should be a small means for girls to collect 'treasures' on weekdays.

Sister Mo Li also has it, and she hides it in the dark grid behind the third bookcase in the study.

When he was in Vermilion Bird City, Jiang Xiaoman once sneaked a peek, but unfortunately Jiang Mo locked the small box where he hid his secret, and in the end he had no choice but to give up.

The young man pursed his lips and sighed that Ji Xiaoyue, this girl is quite clever, and she knows how to hide precious things......

He held his breath and continued to watch the little girl's every move.

The little girl carefully took out the small wooden box, gently placed it on the table, and stretched out a hand to open the lid of the box, which contained a thick stack of gold leaves in addition to a few jewelry worn by the girls on weekdays.

Jiang Xiaoman opened his mouth, a little incredulous.

I didn't expect this dead girl to be so rich, she was an authentic little rich woman, even he was the first time to see such bright golden leaves, spread out on the table one by one, a little dazzling.

Shaking his head helplessly, he couldn't figure it out, since Ji Xiaoyue was so rich, why did she go to Fancheng to be the female snitch who was abducted and deceived.

Come to think of it, maybe it's because of interest?

Or maybe it's too boring on weekdays, and no one plays with him, so he goes to Fancheng to find excitement.

Thinking of the arrogance of the little girl with withered yellow hair when she met her for the first time, Jiang Xiaoman couldn't help but slightly open the corners of her mouth and laughed softly.

Anyway, before she met Jiang Xiaoman, the little girl really didn't have any partners who could be called friends, and she only had a ghost mother-in-law to accompany her to talk.

The ghost mother-in-law sometimes went into the mountains to collect medicine, and it was a month or two to come and go.

At that time, Ji Xiaoyue could only go around in circles in the mountains with the little donkey Ash, catch fish, and know how to catch fish.

That's how the little girl has always come, and she can be regarded as entertaining herself.

In the early years, I wanted to be friends with some children of the same age in the city, but I was ridiculed a few times as a wild child without a father and mother, and after a few fights that won or lost, I never dealt with those little children again.

When I grew up, I followed the ghost mother-in-law and began to learn medical skills and cultivation.

It's just that the little girl is lazy and doesn't like to be quiet, and after studying for so many years, she has only memorized half of the "Treatise on Typhoid Fever and Miscellaneous Diseases" that the pharmacist has just started, and as for the supreme inheritance of the Ji family's ancestors, "The Green Capsule Sutra", it has not been turned over a word.

Speaking of cultivation, in addition to feeling that it is fun to use light skills, he can barely know one or two sets of punches and feet, just enough to walk in Fancheng without being bullied by ordinary people...

Jiang Xiaoman didn't know until a long, long time later that this gold leaf was Ji Xiaoyue's dowry left to her by her mother in the future.

Over the years, whenever the little girl missed her mother's kiss, she quietly flipped it out and counted them one by one, imagining it as if Shiso was by her side.

Jiang Xiaoman changed his position and lay on his back on the roof, the moonlight had a cool taste on his face, he thought about it, and always felt that it was not good to peep at a girl's secret.

I was thinking about sneaking another look at Ji Xiaoyue, so I left the roof to sleep well, but I saw that the little girl stopped counting the money.

With his hands on the table and his head on his back, he stared blankly at the gold leaf on the table that had been divided into two parts, one thin and one thick.

Ji Xiaoyue was stunned for a while, and finally sighed softly, and then stretched out her hand to leave only one of the stacks of gold leaves that were originally very thin, but seven or eight sheets, and put the rest all on the thick stack next to it.

She carefully put the gold leaf in her hand back into the wooden box, closed the lid, a pair of big eyes flickered, casually pulled a book from the table, sandwiched the thick stack of gold leaves on the table into the book, spread it and closed it.

Suddenly, tears fell from those big eyes, and they landed on the table with a crisp ticking sound.

Seeing the little girl shed tears, Jiang Xiaoman's eyes couldn't help but swell and turn red, he lay on the roof paved with green tiles, and didn't dare to move, for fear of making a noise and alarming the girl.

Ji Xiaoyue stretched out her hand and wiped her eyes with her sleeve indiscriminately, obviously not wanting people to see that she was crying.

Jiang Xiaoman may not know that she has always been a happy little girl, and she has only cried twice in so many years, but it was all for him.

Once when he was asleep, once when he was awake, and that was now.

The boy exhaled deeply, then slowly exhaled, gently covered the lifted tiles, and rolled over and jumped off the roof.

He lay back in the hammock, leaned his head on his hands, stared at the starry sky with a leaf in his mouth, felt a panic in his heart, and couldn't help but turn his head to look at Ji Xiaoyue's small grass house.

After a while, the candles in the house were extinguished.

Ay!

Jiang Xiaoman sighed lightly, changed to a comfortable position, used his hands as pillows, and lifted Erlang's legs.

It seems that tonight, I am destined to never be able to sleep again...