Qingchuan History

Chapter 496

Gu Chunfeng had something to say.Feather hairpins and peonies in May, city walls and mountain flowers in July.

She thought that the happiest thing was to close Tingguan at the end of the year.

I didn't think I was happy.

There is only one song "Lingshanwei" that can't be touched and can't be mentioned.

She took a sip of wine.

Ruan Xueyin felt that the cold air gathered to the bottom of her feet from top to bottom.She took off her shoes and curled her legs up on the railing, her skirt and cloak were pulled up to cover her legs and feet, and she picked up the jug again to drink slowly.

"It seems that you have a lot of happy things." Chunfeng answered Jingtingge, also looking at the snow, "Let's hear it?"

"Speaking happy words doesn't mean having happy things." Jing Tingge snorted lightly, "Some people laugh all their lives, and their hearts are full of bitterness. Your Royal Highness is still very blessed."

It's not speculative, half a sentence is too much.Gu Chunfeng turned to Ruan Xueyin, "Sister-in-law, are you happy this year? Wouldn't it be nice to go to Xiling with brother Jiu in April?"

April is a good time.Jing Tingge thought silently.The bamboo forest in Pengxi Mountain is in full bloom. It has been a long time since I slept with Ruan Xueyin in that old house. The bedding is made of pines and cypresses that have been used for many years.

Murong Xun and Gu Xinglang slept in the south room.They may be the only two kings in Qingchuan who have laid the floor in the past 300 years.

One night, the four of them ate a bowl of noodle soup with green vegetables, warmed by candles, and insects chirping at night.

All replaced by midsummer and erased by autumn.

Envelopment becomes certainty, possibility becomes deadlock.

She took a sip of wine.

Ruan Xueyin seriously considered Chunfeng's question, and answered after a long while: "The stars at the end of July are pretty good."

Chunfeng blinked.The stars in Xia Tian are always good, and Ruan Xueyin should get used to stargazing.This is the happiest thing?She didn't understand what it meant, she only thought that Ji Wanling provoked Ruan Xueyin all the way during this trip, making Ruan Xueyin suffocated, so she deliberately didn't mention Gu Xinglang.

Ruan Xueyin was talking about the stars that don't really exist.

At the end of July, Qingliang Hall, when no one is whispering in the middle of the night.

After returning from Yunshui City, she spent the whole summer recuperating, sweating a lot at night, and went to Qingliang Hall with Gu Xinglang every night to "rescue the heat".

The top of the hall is full of stars, and the ice mirror is full of fruity fragrance.The room was dark and silent, and the two of them lay on the same couch and chatted.Gu Xinglang's childhood, the ups and downs of his youth, and Ruan Xueyin's 16-year life in the mountains.

There are not many specific things, but some fragments of words.Ruan Xueyin even made fun of the young boy's past thoughts, and intermittently swindled out many details similar to Lilac in Xiangguofu.

Gu Xinglang's quilt was completely deceitful and Fang reacted to his slip of the tongue. It was too late to repent, but Ruan Xueyin was not annoyed, and directly pinched his cheek and said "cute" sincerely.

Gu Xinglang couldn't stand this, he immediately scratched and pinched her to beg for mercy, but he still couldn't understand his hatred, turned over and pressed down on him for a long time, until the people under him were sweating profusely and panting softly, before he gave up, fearing that she would be in the cold Sweating and catching the cold, I had no choice but to hug and cover it tightly again, over and over again, and it became a summer game for two people who are not humane.

Extremely naive, a foolish thing that doesn't use the brain and only relies on the heart.Ruan Xueyin laughed silently, and finally realized another reason why Ji Wanling accompanied her all the way on this trip, and those natural intimacy, clear and dazzling made her not to make trouble——

From Gu Xinglang's point of view, these are all just talking.

He is magnanimous, and knows how to measure himself, but those natural intimacy are soaked in words and deeds as long as the years, which are not at all measurable between ordinary men and women.

Annoyed and stingy, not annoyed and aggrieved.

She took a sip of wine.

In the small hall on the second floor, Gu Xinglang and Ruan Zhongzheng drank the 190th cup successively.

It is continuous boredom, you have a glass and I have a glass without interruption. After drinking, the empty cups are smashed on the table, and each one is louder than the other.

You can't study it carefully, and once you study it carefully, you will feel childish.Murong Xun stared at the two of them alternately raising the glasses of wine in their hands, gradually getting dazzled.

He was impartial and didn't have to follow the rhythm. He had to straighten the cups and refill the wine after a sip without taking a sip. He was really busy and only drank forty or fifty cups in total.

Already feeling dizzy, watching them drink like water is even more dizzy.

"I said," he propped himself up on one hand and leaned over, "do you drink the same kind as mine? This is too—"

"Pour wine!"

The [-]th cup was not finished, all the cups were empty, Gu Xinglang and Ruan Zhong roared at the same time.

I'm afraid it's nothing more than that if I'm red-eyed and blinded by lard?Murong Xun was dumbfounded and aggrieved, seeing the red eyes of the two, he had to get up and go to the shelf to get another drink.

He was also the one who brought up the wine fight, and now it's endless and he can only bear it.Who would have expected that these two people would have such strength!
The jug has been replaced by wine jars, and Wu Yangyang has placed dozens of jars from top to bottom, half of which are gone, and it seems that this half will also suffer.

He was top-heavy, and returned to the table to pour a glass of wine and sighed:

"I'm going to put my words here. If the two of you are still drunk after this fight, I will withdraw first. I came thousands of miles. I didn't come here because I couldn't get home too drunk. I dragged my family with me. That woman is worth ten each, and I have to spare enough energy to deal with her. Brother Gu, you also take care of your family. There are only three girls alone. Enough to annoy you, listen to my advice..."

Gu Xinglang and Ruan Zhongzheng waited for him to pour the wine with red eyes, but this person suddenly opened his mouth and babbled endlessly, first they all looked at each other with a look of "you must be sick", and then at the same time they reacted that they must have drunk too much, and felt even more disgusted, and they were about to speak I told him to go back to sleep now, but before I had time, I heard a loud bang——

The man in the black robe fell straight down, his chest and abdomen were so short that he overturned the table full of wine cups to the ground, his neck was so short that his whole head fell down, he didn't get up again, he just fell asleep!

Gu Xinglang and Ruan Zhong stared at the person on the table in disbelief for a long while.

"What a waste of alcohol." Ruan Zhong spat, "How dare you say who gets the grandson first." He bent down and called "grandson" in Murong Xun's ear.

Murong Xun didn't answer.

Gu Xinglang secretly thought that this grandson might be too drunk, so he squinted at Ruan Zhong and said:
"Next?"

Ruan Zhong patted Murong Xun on the back and said, "Come on!"

The drunken girls in the west corridor all heard the loud noise accompanied by the crash of the wine cups.

No one spoke.

Jing Tingge Gu Chunfeng looked at Ruan Xueyin in the middle at the same time, Ruan Xueyin hugged her knees and sipped her wine with a face of "Don't look at me if I didn't hear and I don't know".

The door under the east corridor suddenly opened.

Ji Wanling's body is as green as a locust tree in spring.

"Come to drink?" Jing Tingge waved the powder pot in his hand.

"Why did you call her here?" Gu Chunfeng stared.

Ji Wanling pulled up the hood and walked slowly on the snow.

"It's the second time." When she reached the corridor, she looked up at the pavilion first, "Are you all right?"

Apparently saying two unusual noises.

"Men are drinking, drinking and talking nonsense, and throwing their hands at a disagreement, it's common." Jing Tingge laughed, pouted at the tray on the railing, "It's not bad to choose your own wine."

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(End of this chapter)