Way of Choices

In the cold and snowy night, the pavilions, pavilions and pavilions, the green plum clay stove, and the opposite cup of drinking tea naturally reveal the elegance and extraordinary.

In the past few days, An Hua had a lot of imagination about the innumerable outsiders. At this time, looking at the picture above Xuehu, I felt that this should be the case.

At this time, the young man in the snow pavilion raised the wine in his hand and took a sip.

The night breeze sent lightly, lifted the curtain, and also brought the taste of the cup, people looked slightly different, because it smelled that it was not tea, but wine. Drinking wine at Snow Night is also an elegant thing. An Hua thought in her heart and saluted the small pavilion. When she raised her head and prepared to speak, she found that the young man was gone.

The girl in black also left the table and came to the bar.

Her eyes fell on the shore of the lake, as if looking at Anhua and the others, and she seemed to be looking farther away. In the glimmer of the snowy night and the mist of the lake, the girl's face is clearer, but it is more blurred, but the childishness is still cold and dazzling, like a dream, imitating Foshan ghost elf.

Such a wild mountain, a cold snowy night, encountering such a beautiful garden, such a cold and lonely girl, anyone can easily associate certain legends. It was because An Hua grew up in the 13th Division of Qingyi from an early age, with a clear mind, and he couldn't help but have a moment of trance, and even had some inexplicable fear.

But she will not leave, because the young formations are still lying on the stretcher and will die at any time.

No one else will leave because they haven’t got what they want.

"Go ahead and talk." The general said frowning.

Of course, this trip to seek medical advice and medicine will not be too smooth, because it is obvious that the owner of Zhu Shadan is unwilling to be discovered his true identity.

The squad from Songshan Military Mansion stepped on the wooden bridge over the lake. Some cluttered footsteps broke the silence here.

The girl in black seemed to be unaware, looking at somewhere in the night sky, there was no emotion on her beautiful and cold face.

Through the dim starlight and light, An Hua noticed that there were many tiny air bubbles in the lake water under the bridge that were rolling, and after bursting, it condensed into a mist that filled the lake. The mist was full of wetness and warmth, obviously This lake water should be formed by the gathering of hot springs, and there may even be ground cracks deep in the bottom of the lake.

When the crowd entered the pavilion, the girl in black still did not turn around, still looking out of the bar, as if these uninvited guests did not disturb her mood of drinking at night.

Or maybe there are no such people in her eyes, even if these people have already come to her.

An Huawang prepared to salute her again, and suddenly smelled a smell, subconsciously looking at the mud stove, his body slightly trembling, and an unbelievable expression on his face.

The clay stove is very delicate, but the ruler is not too abrupt when resting on the table. There is an earthen bowl on the stove, and the bowl is bubbling like the lake water outside the pavilion.

The wine is in the small pot of Diao Mei, and it is allowed to be brewed by the wind and snow, so this is not warming the wine or making tea, but stewing the meat.

A bowl of red braised lamb was stewed on the clay stove.

Compared with the picture of Xue Ye boiling tea, this is a little less elegant, but it does not make An Hua so shocked.

The reason why she was shocked, even now she couldn't help showing a heartache, was because she smelled very clearly. There was a lot of medicinal smell in this bowl of red braised lamb.

Angelica, wolfberry, clove, curculigo, epimedium...

In this bowl of mutton, she smelled some medicinal herbs, and those were the smells she had smelled on some kind of immortality.

Mr. Yang, the new medical officer of the Holy Medical Museum, now looks very ugly.

Because his true identity was from the Tangjia medicine firm in Wenshui City, which worshipped Mr. Yang, he had personally decomposed that kind of medicine.

He was very convinced that this pot of lamb stewed on the stove was mixed with thirty-four medicinal herbs, which is the medicinal herbs that constitute cinnabar! Looking at the girl in black again by the fence, his eyes narrowed, sharp like a cold sword, with bitter animosity and anger, just like the words seeping through his teeth.

"It's such a luxurious style!"

Such a deserted mountain, in the winter and winter, there can be such a beautiful garden, pavilions and pavilions, the host is naturally extraordinary, not an ordinary wealthy home.

But all of these are not as shocking as the red braised lamb.

"What's wrong?" The general asked Shen Sheng when he noticed that the two had different expressions.

An Hua didn't have time to do anything. Mr. Yang grabbed the table, picked up the chopsticks and turned over the red braised lamb left in the bowl, then poured a glass of wine and sniffed at the nose.

Just sniffing, Mr. Yang's face flushed, and the color of mutton in the bowl.

Not drunk, but angry, his body trembling steadily, the wine in the glass splashed out, just like the following sentence with an angry question.

"Violent thing! This is a life-saving thing, you actually use it to stew meat and make wine!"

It was only then that people came to understand it and couldn't help being shocked. The general's face was more somber. Some people stared at the lamb and the jug on the table, and their eyes began to shine.

Anhua has woken up from shock and still feels very heartache, but more is disappointed and sad.

After knowing Zhusha Dan, she had too much conjecture about the mysterious medical practice. She always felt that it must be a worldly man who ignored the fame and fame, but... can make the frontline soldiers away from death and pain, extremely precious Do drugs, for that person, be so careless? Zhu Shadan is not a miracle he has created to save people, but only a game he played in this world? He is just like a child, playing with house wine, but the people who look at it are serious...the world’s cherish of Zhu Sha Dan, and the worship of him by people like himself is not special in his eyes. ridiculous?

Well, even if this is just a game for each other, for ordinary people who live in the world, it is still a matter of life and death. An Hua sighed helplessly at the bottom of his heart, concealed the sadness, and asked the girl in black: "Is that, are you the owner of Zhu Sha Dan?"

The girl in black turned around, but did not answer her question, but looked at Mr. Yang. After Yang found that both the bowl of mutton and the pot of wine were likely to contain cinnabar, his emotions were completely occupied by the two feelings of anger and absurdity, and he did not notice that she looked over.

No one can see the emotions of the girl in black. Her immature and beautiful face will never have any expression, just like the ancient ice. Her voice is also chilly, but the expression is very different from the ice and snow, full of enthusiasm, and even some violent, of course, still very ridiculous.

"Your filthy hands dare to touch my sacred and inviolable wine and meat...this is really a commendable thing."

Everyone, including An Hua, was stunned. He didn't understand what this meant. Mr. Yang finally woke up and looked at him in amazement.

The girl in black has very bright eyes and says, "I haven't eaten human flesh in a long time. Thank you for giving me such a perfect reason."

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(Say hello to everyone for the New Year. The first chapter in the beginning of the year is mainly about eating meat. Tomorrow how to protect your stomach, hahahaha.)

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