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Song Qingqing was drunk, drunk without a trace of consciousness. She dreamed, this dream was very real, the figure galloping on her body, she couldn't see her face clearly, but she thought it was Liu Mu. The all-night happiness can forget the passage of time, the only thing that makes her uncomfortable is that her body is a little painful, and Song Qingqing, who has a dry mouth, opened her eyes, looked left and right and knew that this was her room. The dream still had an aftertaste, but there was no trace of anyone, and when she lifted the quilt on her body, Song Qingqing revealed a jealous figure, and after she gathered her hands and stretched her waist charmingly, she was stunned!

glanced at the close-fitting belly pocket, stroked the body with his hand in disbelief, and showed a resentful gaze after a while, this is just a spring dream after all. She couldn't figure it out, it stands to reason that no one could not fall under her charm, she drank too much last night, she forgot how she returned to the room in the end, and only remembered that she was unconscious after falling into Liu Mu's arms. Stroking her smooth and elastic skin, she only has a deep resentment towards Liu Mu, such a strange man who doesn't know the tone, it's really fascinating!

After Song Qingqing cleaned up and showed her usual charm, she walked out of the room. He asked the maid waiting outside the door, "How did I get back to my room last night?"

"Madame was drunk last night, and it was the slave maid and Chunshuang who helped Madame back to her room to rest. Although I saw Song Qingqing's spring state last night, subverting the usual image of decisiveness, Xia Yu still didn't dare to tell the truth and replied selectively.

"Where are the guests who came yesterday resting?" Song Qingqing said with some disappointment without hearing the answer he wanted.

Xia Yu seemed to remember something, his expression was a little strange, and he said loudly: "The guests who came yesterday have been drinking there and have not yet asked to arrange a room to rest. “

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A gust of fragrant wind passed to Liu Mu's nasal cavity, although he didn't see anyone, but Liu Mu knew that it was a woman's fragrance, and just as he was about to turn around, a shadow had already come behind him. At the same time, a pair of soft and boneless slenderness hugged Liu Mu tightly from behind, and the fullness behind made Liu Mu's body, which was about to push her away, stiffen, and a charming voice sounded faintly in the weakness: "You are so ruthless, what else do you want the slave family to do." “

"I once whipped a famous horse because of drunkenness, for fear of being amorous and tired of beauties. Alas, why bother?" Liu Mu somehow suddenly remembered such a sentence, although he had not been drunk and whipped a famous horse, it did not prevent him from having such a sigh.

At this moment, if outsiders notice, the scene in front of him is so harmonious and quiet, dressed in a pale cyan long skirt, with a charming appearance, a slender figure, and a miserable face is putting her head on a sad face, placing the back of a man dressed in white brocade, with a face like a flat lake, and deep eyes, surrounded by a dark fragrance of plum shadows swaying, beautiful and not like words.

"Come with me to the back mountain, will you?" Song Qingqing interrupted Liu Mu's contemplation in a pleading tone.

Liu Mu, who didn't want to be held like this anymore, wished that Song Qingqing would let go of himself as soon as possible, and immediately nodded and said, "Okay!" After Song Qingqing let go of his hands, Liu Mu turned to look at the two Tieqi who were lying on the table and pretending to be asleep, and said to Song Qingqing: "Let people give them a few bars!" After speaking, he paced down the attic and walked slowly towards the path in the back mountain.

The mountain path behind Meizhuang is all paved along the mountain road with blue stones, every plum tree has been carefully pruned, the small bridge of all wood, and the small waterfall are all telling the elegance here, and this environment will destroy people's will to move forward, which is the conclusion that Liu Mu has come to along the way. The cottage has several shadows and steep winds, and the ancient plum tree has a snow spirit. When the two walked to the front of a small thatched house, Liu Mu couldn't help but read out two lines of poetry inserted in the diamond-shaped stone block at the door, and looked at Song Qingqing who was walking side by side with some confusion after reading.

"This is where the method of making plum sake comes from, and I guess it was a strange person who lived here in the first place. Song Qingqing seemed to understand Liu Mu's doubts and said out loud. After speaking, he stepped into the small courtyard, the small courtyard is very simple and exquisite, the most conspicuous thing in the small courtyard is the thick plum tree in the east corner, it is blooming gorgeous at this time, the difference from other plum trees is that this plum tree blooms yellow flowers, and the flower smell is very fragrant. Presumably it is the Gumei mentioned in the poem. There are two stone benches and a stone table randomly placed under the plum, and there is a well with a reel on the south side of the courtyard, and a neat stack of timber fires is stacked on the west corner.

Ignoring Liu Mu's gaze looking around, Song Qingqing took the lead and walked towards the closed door, pushed open the door and said loudly: "This is the forbidden place of Meizhuang, everything about plum wine is here." “

Liu Mu, who was still hesitant to go in, heard that there was everything about plum wine here, and he couldn't help but follow him into the house. The house is as simple as the courtyard, and the opposite door is a pair of immortal drunken songs, calligraphy and paintings, and there are several sparse and scattered wine jars on the east side of the house, and Liu Mu knows that it is full of plum wine when he smells the wine. In the west corner of the room was an all-wood bookshelf and a bed, and the bookshelves were full of all kinds of hand-copied books, Liu Mu suspected that it was all the plum wine that Song Qingqing said.

"This room is called Plum Township, the hometown of plum blossoms!" Just as Liu Mu approached the wine jar and sniffed with his eyes closed, Song Qingqing hugged Liu Mu from behind and said quietly.

"Is it because of that ancient plum?" Liu Mu asked curiously, maintaining his previous posture.

Song Qingqing put the face on Liu Mu's back, found a comfortable position, closed his eyes and sniffed deeply, the fragrance of plum blossoms mixed with the man's strong breath, filled his heart for a while, after a long time of aftertaste, then said softly: "There is a girl named Zhen Zhen, she likes plum blossoms, and uses plum blossoms to make the most affectionate plum wine, but unfortunately on the day of the wine, the man she loves died in her arms, which is suicide." “

Liu Mu had the illusion that Song Qingqing behind him was more like the woman named Zhen Zhen at this moment. There is no earlier charm, and there is no drunken spring, there is a kind of magic, which is the manifestation of the most affectionate and sexual. Sighing secretly in his heart, Liu Mu really didn't know how to refuse the beauty behind him, turned around and held Song Qingqing's shoulders and said, "Can you still drink?"

"Hmm!" Song Qingqing's face was hot, revealing a beautiful flush, and nodded slightly.

Liu Mu bent down and grabbed a wine jar, took Song Qingqing's soft hand, and walked towards the big bed. After slapping the wine seal of the wine jar open, looking left and right that there was no bowl, I had to lift the wine jar, looked up to the sky and drank a few sips, the wine juice did not spill at all, and wiped my mouth after putting the wine jar down, and shouted "Happy!"

Song Qingqing was already drunk, drunk in Liu Mu's feelings, took the wine jar with a flushed face, and drank it like Liu Mu, but before she could take two sips, she was choked and coughed, which caused Liu Mu to laugh. Most of the jar of wine went down to Liu Mu's stomach, and in the end, Song Qingqing sat in Liu Mu's arms in a profligate manner, with her small mouth open like a bird waiting to be fed, waiting for Liu Mu to feed her wine, one jar after another......