msmithbooks Chapter 161
Chapter 161
Fourteen years of Voling.
August 15.
Mid-Autumn Festival family reunion night.
Wei Guo Treasure Bottle Prefecture, Taihang Mountain Range Buzhou Mountain.
The moon was like mercury, reflecting the white-clothed boy sitting cross-kneeled with his head hanging low.
Footsteps come from far and near.
Zhu Jiuyin slowly raised his eyes.
But I saw a flowing blue clothes carrying two yellow gourds, seemingly smiling and coming slowly.
“If you don’t sleep at night, what are you doing here?”
“Do you know about the Mid-Autumn Festival today?” Qi Qingyan threw the yellow gourd to Zhu Jiuyin.
“It has nothing to do with me.”
“I’m not human.”
Taking the wine gourd, Zhu Jiuyin pulled out the gourd plug, raised his head and drank two mouthfuls.
The clear drink enters the throat, and the spicy taste of the fire rushes straight to the brain.
“Good wine!”
Zhu Jiuyin let out a mouthful of wine.
Qi Qingyan sat cross-legged next to Zhu Jiuyin, “Nan Candle, there is something I want to ask you.” ”
Let’s go.”
“Don’t send it.”
Zhu Jiuyin threw the wine gourd back at Tsing Yi, “What kind of broken wine, there is no taste.”
Qi Qingyan smiled slightly, “What about the belly?”
Zhu Jiuyin said expressionlessly: “Now there is no intention to pee, wait for Ming’er to let the little whirlwind send it to you.”
Qi Qingyan felt something from his sleeve and said with a smile: “It’s the Mid-Autumn Festival, eat mooncakes.”
“Alas~”
With a sigh, Zhu Jiuyin took the mooncake and took a bite.
Crispy and sweet, not sucrose, brown sugar.
There are also black sesame seeds and walnut kernels.
“Say, what’s going on?”
Qi Qing hurriedly threw the wine gourd to Zhu Jiuyin again, “One of my sons of an old man, like a dead leaf in the autumn breeze, has withered. Zhu
Jiuyin: “So what?”
Qi Qingyan: “The deceased is my junior brother, called Han Cheng.” ”
Junior brother Han Cheng’s eldest son is called Han Jing.”
“At the end of September of the third year of Fuling, Han Jing and his young grandson traveled millions of miles to meet me in the Wei Kingdom.”
“Ask me to choose a name and character for his grandson.”
“At that time, I was eating bones, but I felt that the bones and flesh were strangely fragrant, so I named Han Xiangbone for the child.”
“And because I heard the sound of the Taiping River flowing in the town, I took the word Taiping.”
Zhu Jiuyin: “You are really casual.
Qi Qingyan: “In the end, I am convinced that Han Jing is dead.”
“Soon, his grandson Han Xianggu will definitely come to the Wei Kingdom to join me.”
“Nan Candle, this kid is not simple.”
“When Fu Ling is three years old, whether he is two or three years old, he can think like an adult.”
“And the martial arts talent root bone is no worse than the small, and even better in terms of heart.”
Zhu Jiuyin frowned: “Such a young lin, why don’t you accept yourself as a disciple?”
Qi Qingyan looked sad and said, “It’s a long story, I won’t say it.” Zhu
Jiuyin: “Go slowly, don’t send it.”
Qi Qingyan: “I had pity in my heart back then and accepted that Zhao Xuan’er.”
“Give her food, shelter, clothing, and teach her to read and write.”
“Who would have thought that he had a white-eyed wolf.”
“It’s sad.”
“Since then, I have sworn that I will never take another disciple in this life.”
“But I promised my junior brother’s son that once his Han family overwhelms the nest, I will take care of his grandson.”
Zhu Jiuyin: “You are really a rotten and good person.
Qi Qingyan: “When I was a classmate, Junior Brother Han Cheng was very kind to me. ”
Go to the Qinglou to prostitute… Collecting style, it has always been Han Cheng’s junior brother who pays the bill. ”
Found pornography… The famous works of the ancestors have always been for me to read first.
“This grace is as wide as the earth and as high as the sky.”
“Junior brother and great-grandson, I have to shelter.”
Zhu Jiuyin stuffed the last bite of the mooncake into his mouth, and then poured two more mouthfuls of wine.
Lightly said: “Not enough.”
Qi Qingyan felt something from inside his sleeve again.
Not mooncakes, but a blue book that is inches thick.
On the book “Vinegar Gourd” three iron painting silver hook big characters.
“This book is my treasure and collection, and its plot is unrestrained, and it is exciting to read.”
“Stop turning pages with saliva.”
“Also, it’s just to borrow you to read, not to give it to you, but don’t damage it.”
Qi Qingqian gave thousands of instructions.
“Deal~” Zhu
Jiuyin took the blue book and stuffed it into his sleeve.
After drinking the last half of the gourd wine, he stared at Qing Yi coldly: “I’m tired.” ”
Go slowly, don’t send it.”
Qi Qingqian pretended to be deaf and dumb, “This mid-autumn moon on August 15 is Yuanha.”
“Outside the clouds, the east wind blows forever.” Whoever grows dangui does not grow round branches. ”
Good poem, good
poem~” “Nan Candle, you also come to one, tonight we will fight wine poems a hundred!”
Zhu Jiuyin: “I’m tired, count me begging you, go down the mountain.”
“A jug of wine between flowers, no blind date alone.”
“Go to Zhou to invite the southern candle, and want snake vinegar gourd.”
“A broken book, when can’t you read it.”
“On the night of the Mid-Autumn Festival family reunion, I was driven down the mountain, and I didn’t say I would send it away, and I would never come again! Hum!
Looking at Tsing Yi’s distant back, listening to his scolding and grinning, Zhu Jiuyin’s face was as usual.
Looking up at the bright moon, Zhu Jiuyin muttered: “I don’t know if the girl has eaten mooncakes today~
” “this idle work.”
“I’d better enrich my own connotation~
” Feel out “Vinegar Gourd”.
With the moonlight, Zhu Jiuyin turned the first page.
“There are even illustrations~
“——
Volting 14th year, August 15 Mid-Autumn Night.
Dragon City, Yuelai Inn.
With a crunch, the door of the small courtyard was pushed open.
The snow lady who walked back and forth couldn’t help but lose her mind slightly.
Under the moonlight, the girl stepped on yellow-bottomed embroidered lotus mille-feuille shoes, dressed in colorful embroidered phoenix floral clothes, wore a wishful pearl crown on her head, and held a red-blood sword.
Drawing eyebrows and drawing eyes, Fu Fan Shi Zhu is like a fairy who came out of the New Year painting.
“Sister Xue, is it good-looking?”
The girl’s blood-red lips curved slightly.
Snow Niang: “Good-looking.”
“If my sister wears this Yu Ji costume and puts on Yu Ji makeup, I must not make your master’s gluttonous saliva fly.”
Cang
Xue: “…” “Sister Xue, hasn’t Uncle Pig Emperor come back yet?”
Snow Maiden: “Either dead, or snoring in which horn.”
Glancing at the round jade disk of Dongsheng, Cang Xue said: “The hour has come, don’t wait, let’s go first.”
“Good.”
The two women left the Yuelai Inn and walked on the lonely long street.
“That’s right, girl.”
Xueniang wondered, “What about your double knife?”
The girl smiled slyly, “I hid it.” Snow
Niang: “…”
Slowly, the girl couldn’t help but glance back at the northwest direction of Dragon City.
I could see the wind cut and frost tied to the ancient willow.
‘Not today~’
The girl muttered in her heart.
–
The peak of the Wind Resisting Pass.
A stout black python nearly 30 meters long crawled on the ground.
The python’s body was covered in blood and its scales were shattered.
The giant python’s head is obliquely pierced by a long sword.
Su Guo Guo Master Yan Shisong stood on the head of the python, overlooking the Great Dragon City.
The young man’s two lacquered pupils reflected the two women walking towards the south gate of Dragon City.
“A good show is about to be staged
~” “I seem to be able to smell the sweet and mellow smell of fairy blood~”