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Wait for the two of them to board the boat.

Bai Zhi'er took the initiative to sit at the bow of the boat.

The boatman was about to set off, but Feng Fuce said: "You don't need to work hard, I will row the oars for this journey."

"Ah?" The boatman was taken aback. This was the first time he heard a guest request to row a boat by himself.

Lei Hu knew what his Master Hou was thinking.

He stepped forward and handed the boatman five taels of silver.

"We adults don't need you to serve here anymore. The boatman took the silver and went ashore to have a drink of tea and have a rest. The boat is used up and we will send it to the shore by ourselves."

Seeing Bai Yin, the boatman thanked him repeatedly: "Thank you, sir!"

It's rare to meet such a generous guest!

The boatman left happily.

Feng Fuce swung the oars, and the boat gradually sailed into the center of the lake.

Bai Zhi'er felt the oncoming breeze.

Flickering red candles, raindrops splashing ripples on the lake, and the aroma of wine floating in the air.

All this made her feel relaxed and happy.

When Bai Zhi'er turned around, seeing Feng Fuce rowing the boat skillfully, he couldn't help but chuckle.

"Brother Fuce, you really know everything."

Feng Fuce's tone was calm: "Only in this way can I accompany you in everything."

Bai Zhi'er's eyes paused slightly, and she turned away her reddish cheeks.

The boat has already entered the center of the lake, and it is still a little further behind the mountains.

There is some distance from other boats.

Bai Zhi'er patted the seat beside her lightly.

"Brother Fuce, come and sit, let the boat go with the water."

Feng Fuce put down the oars, sat beside her, and smiled lightly: "If we don't care about it and go down the current, we will go to Taizhou."

Bai Zhi'er leaned leisurely on the soft cushion beside her.

"Then go, anyway, with you here, I'm not afraid of anything."

Feng Fuce was taken aback.

He looked at Bai Zhi'er quietly for a while, then turned around and picked up the jug on the table.

Bai Zhier suddenly became interested.

"Pour me a glass too!"

"You? If you're drunk, don't blame me for laughing at you."

Bai Zhi'er pouted: "I'm not going to get drunk, I smelled it just now, it's sweet-scented osmanthus wine, not intoxicating!"

Feng Fuce didn't stop her and poured two glasses.

The two touched lightly, looking at the water flowing ahead, the night and the rain, reflecting each other.

The lanterns on their boat swayed gently, bringing out circles of warm light.

"Ha~" Bai Zhi'er drank a cup in one go.

The sweet wine enters the stomach, with the unique fragrance of sweet-scented osmanthus.

Seeing this, Feng Fuce also drank it down.

Bai Zhi'er took the initiative to pick up the jug and refilled wine for the two of them.

Feng Fuce pressed her hand: "You just have to taste a cup, don't drink too much. This sweet-scented osmanthus wine has been brewed since last autumn. I'm afraid it will be difficult to subdue it with your drinking capacity."

Bai Zhi'er pushed his hand away.

"No way, I drank sweet wine in the palace, and I never got drunk. This wine is brewed by the boatman. It's sweet and delicious. I want to drink it!"

She filled it up again.

Bai Zhi'er looked forward while drinking.

"Brother Fuce, look, does this river flow look like time? Time keeps rushing forward without turning back."

Feng Fuce glanced at it: "The boat can still turn around, but the time is not."

Bai Zhi'er finished his glass of wine, but his tone was a bit inexplicable.

"I often think that it's a good thing to know you, but we can be close friends in 100 years, so what about 1000 years later?"

"Time will change a lot of things, I have no confidence."

Feng Fuce put down his wine glass and asked lightly, "You don't have confidence in me?"

Bai Zhi'er shook her head: "To myself..."