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Chapter 207 Peach Blossom Wine (Part )
"Enough...enough, enough to make a whole tank."

He Si took the gown hesitantly, held it to her chest, and subconsciously sniffed the scent of flowers mixed with sandalwood. Her heart skipped a beat. When she looked up again, the peach blossoms all over the mountains and fields were gone. The branches and leaves were withered, and everything was withered. Only her rosy face was left, and she was more beautiful than the peach blossoms.

"It's quite cold without a coat, let's go." Qin Jian said this, but his body didn't show any sign of being afraid of the cold. He still held his head high and chest out. He took a step forward and put his arm around He Si's waist. A silver light flashed in the palm of his right hand, and the two of them entered the Corridor of Mirrors again.

He Si was already familiar with this route. She slightly turned sideways, struggled away from Qin Jian like a fish, and walked towards the familiar bamboo-framed mirror.

Just when He Si's raised foot was one millimeter away from Qin Jian's tea room, she suddenly heard someone behind her ask, "Where are you going?"

"Go to Jingxuan." He Si blurted out, and then she felt something was wrong - why should she go to Jingxuan?
"Aren't you going to make wine?" Qin Jian asked slowly, and walked towards Jingxuan. "Okay, have two more snacks to fill your stomach."

"Ah... wait." He Si then realized that she was dazzled by the beauty and remembered the purpose of this trip. They broke into the warehouse to take the peach pan, went to Jingxuan to pick peach blossoms, and ran around in the Mirror Gallery for the whole morning because she suddenly had the urge to brew a pot of peach blossom wine for Qin Jian.

"What's wrong?" Qin Jian stood at the door and looked at the dazed He Si. He was calm and asked even though he knew the answer.

"I just thought that the wine yeast wouldn't be ready so quickly, so we could go to Jingxuan and sit for a while so that you can fill your stomach. But since you are so anxious, it doesn't matter if we go back first. We can just steam the glutinous rice. If you are hungry, just eat a few bites of peach blossom steamed glutinous rice."

He Si found an excuse, picked up Xiaojiu who was flying forward with his head covered, turned around and walked towards her grandmother's house, but after taking only two steps, she heard the voice behind her again.

"Can Ah Si recognize the way back by herself?"

"What's wrong?" He Si looked back at Qin Jian warily, feeling that there was something mysterious in his words. "Are you busy?"

"It's nothing serious, but..." Qin Jian raised the object in his hand and said, "Although Director Deng can't find it for the time being, it's better to return this plate as soon as possible. Of course, if Ah Si wants to go with me..."

"I know the way." He Si quickly interrupted Qin Jian's joke. Although she and Qin Jian expressed their feelings to each other, they were not a clingy couple, so they still had to maintain some sense of space. After she finished speaking, she immediately walked out in the original direction. Qin Jian did not leave immediately, but stood there and watched her leave. When He Si's back disappeared, the smile in Qin Jian's eyes also disappeared.

"A distinguished guest is looking for me?"

There was no answer, only his own voice echoing in the void, reaching the deepest part of the endless corridor. Only the word "yes" could be vaguely heard, which sounded like the answer to his own question - except that the voice was clearly the echo of his own question - he asked and answered himself.

Qin Jian still did not move, standing in the corridor like a tall bamboo, with his body straight and his limbs relaxed. While observing the mirror corridor, he paid attention to He Si's actions - she was taking the peach blossom out of her gown, as quiet and gentle as usual, safe and sound. Qin Jian's heart was relieved.

"Why don't you show up?"

His voice became increasingly low, but the echo continued, leaving behind a series of "what" sounds around him, as if someone was sneering.

"What's going on?" Qin Jian muttered to himself as he closed his eyes and felt the area that belonged to his body again. He checked it carefully and everything was normal. There was no sign of invasion. But why did he suddenly feel a sense of crisis? Could it be that because of all the things that happened recently, even he was affected and became sensitive and suspicious?

Qin Jian opened his eyes again - he was the only one in this mirror gallery, from beginning to end, he saw himself in each mirror with a grim expression. Facing countless similar faces, Qin Jian felt an uncontrollable uneasiness for the first time. Inside and outside the mirror, reality and illusion coexisted. Could it be that another me was really created in this world? And at this moment, am I real or illusion?

"Uncle Qin, why are you hiding here? It's so hard for me to find you." Fan Yu's voice came out before his figure. Qin Jian, who was lost in thought, did not notice his approach and subconsciously took a step back. When he turned around, he could not hide the murderous intent that suddenly emerged in his eyes.

"Uncle Qin, what's the matter?" Fan Yu was still carefree and unguarded, but his steps were no longer close.

"Where were you just now?"

"What did I do just now?" Fan Yu was confused by the question and didn't know how to answer.

"Nothing," Qin Jian asked, and he also felt ridiculous. If Fan Yu had entered the mirror corridor, he would have been discovered by him long ago. He patted the non-existent dust on the corner of his clothes, relaxed his expression, and interrupted Fan Yu's answer neatly, "Why are you here?"

"Uncle Qin, you're joking. The information center detected a small-scale weather change and reported it to Xiao Lin. When he saw the location was Jingxuan, he could only report it to me and asked me to go find the master to ask about the situation." Fan Yu said while observing Qin Jian's changes. He knew everything was fine, so he approached again, "Uncle Qin, what happened?"

"Get some peach blossoms."

Qin Jian's answer was concise, but Fan Yu refused to let him off so easily and pressed on: "You raised the temperature of the entire mountain by 20 degrees just to get some peach blossoms? What did He Si want?"

Qin Jian naturally didn't answer, and Fan Yu naturally got the answer from this silence, with a sly smile on his face.

"Oh, Uncle Qin is in a good mood to appreciate the flowers. It's just hard for us grassroots civil servants. In ancient times, King You of Zhou played tricks on the princes with beacons, and now my Uncle Qin is playing tricks on the special security guard," Fan Yu said, raising his voice as if he had discovered a secret, and said with interest, "Hey, don't tell me, He Si and Bao Si, they actually have the same name. Didn't He Si say before that she saw her past life, something like a young general and a boudoir girl? Do you think King You of Zhou and Bao Si are also your past lives?"

"Nonsense." Qin Jian scolded lightly, but he was still worried about the dream that He Si had just told him. True or false, the protagonists were only He Si and Song Zhaoxuan. From beginning to end, he was just a mirror. Thinking of this, He Si's face appeared in front of him again. Qin Jian looked carefully and the picture was a little blurry. He realized that it was a reflection in the water. He Si was lowering her head to wash the petals in the pool. From his angle, it looked like pink petals were adorned on her soft long hair, making her look particularly smart.

"Uncle Qin, what are you thinking about? Could it be that I've hit the nail on the head?"

"Please take this back for me." Qin Jian pretended not to hear and stuffed the plate into Fan Yu's arms, his mind still on He Si.

The water surface suddenly shook, He Si stood up, picked up the washed petals, and carefully mixed them into another pot of soaked glutinous rice. The strands of hair tucked behind her ears fell in front of her face due to her movements, and the ends of the hair fell into the water. Qin Jian couldn't help but reach out to touch them, but saw He Si suddenly smiled. He quickly retracted his hand, his heart pounding like a thief caught on the spot, only to find that He Si tapped Xiaojiu's head, and it turned out that she was just talking to Xiaojiu who was eating glutinous rice.

Fan Yu certainly didn't know what Qin Jian was thinking. He fiddled with the wooden product in his hand for a while, frowned and asked, "What is this?"

"Warehouse No. 7, lacquerware plate from the Han Dynasty."

"Uncle Qin, you stole something?" Fan Yu yelled in dissatisfaction. He wanted to say a few more words, but Qin Jian's figure had disappeared without a trace.