playful peasant girl

Chapter 79
After dinner, I went back from the flower hall, and it was already dark.

The thousands of beauties and beauties in the garden also lost their beauty in the darkness.Xia Lan walked through the silence with a lantern in her hand, the moonlight was shining brightly, and it was dimly enveloped by the lights.

After entering the courtyard, the lights in Sui Yan's room were still on, and the dim yellow candlelight danced, revealing the silence of the night.

As soon as he raised his head, he saw a faint figure on the ridge of the roof, dressed in black and black, as if he wanted to merge with the night.

Putting the lantern on the steps in front of the house, Xia Lan tapped the ground with her toes and jumped up to the roof. The man was Sui Yan.

"It's late at night, why are you running here to enjoy the cool breeze?" Xia Lan approached him.

Sui Yan looked up at the starry sky and knew it was Xia Lan without turning his head, "The moonlight is good tonight."

Xia Lan found a place by herself, and sat next to him, the wind blew slightly, carrying a bit of night chill.

"It's really good, the water is bright and clear." Xia Lan agreed, looking at the sky, this kind of night can hardly be felt in the modern city, filled with the strange neon lights and thick smog.

The moonlight is clear, and it is like a hazy silver mist, and the sparse stars are dotted with the dark blue night. At first glance, it looks like night pearls scattered on the black curtain, and the whole earth has fallen into a deep sleep.

"It's a pity that there is no good wine for such a leisurely life," Sui Yan sighed with regret.

The wind blew slowly, and the dampness and coolness of the night soaked into my heart, and Xia Lan's heart also felt refreshed. She turned over and stood up, "Wait!"

Flying down from the eaves, Sui Yan watched Xia Lan's lithe figure walking into the house to fetch the bar, and guessed to himself that this girl, he looked at the front of the house, a little unwilling to look away.

"How about a century-old pear blossom brew?" Xia Lan handed him a small mud-covered jar.

Sui Yan didn't believe it, he lowered his head and fiddled with the mud seal, "The hundred-year-old pear blossom brewing can only be collected in the imperial palace. That's what a girl like you can buy. It sounds more like being cheated!"

The hearty voice, lingering in the night sky, added a bit of free and easy, Xia Lan could feel Sui Yan's bold heart at this time.

"Why, don't believe me, just try it and you'll know." Xia Lan also raised her voice and dispersed with the wind.

When the mud seal was opened, a mellow aroma quickly spread out. Sui Yan took a sip from the wine jar. The taste was mellow and long, with the vicissitudes of time, a little bit of pear blossom sweetness, not spicy, but endless aftertaste .

"Yes, it is indeed a rare century-old wine. It seems that I was wrong." Sui Yan took another sip, "I can't tell, your daughter also knows how to taste wine."

Xia Lan seldom drank alcohol. Subconsciously, she always thought that alcohol was a very bad drink, and for some reason, she became a little bit more repulsive. This alcohol was still in stock in the space. "I almost don't drink alcohol!"

"Oh, why?" Sui Yan was a little curious about this, how could he collect such fine wine without drinking?
"Probably because of a bias in understanding!" Xia Lan sighed, "Do you often drink alcohol?"

"I don't drink often." Sui Yan replied, he must be highly alert on weekdays, and he must be clear-headed when on missions, so naturally he cannot drink alcohol. "Drinking is easy to make mistakes."

"That's right, you're an assassin, so you shouldn't drink too much," Xia Lan thought. As an assassin is such a high-risk profession, it is necessary to keep a clear mind at all times.

The hundred-year-old pear blossom brew tastes very delicious, and Sui Yan unknowingly drank a lot of it, making him a little tipsy.

It was already hazy under the moonlight, but Xia Lan's face looked even more hazy at this moment. Unconsciously, Sui Yan thought of the morning's meeting.

(End of this chapter)