My sister Su Yunyao is Su Xiaoyao.
Su Xiaoyao pursed her lips and couldn't help but groan in her heart.
Everyone says that King Yin is lecherous and a vulgar and reckless man who can put on airs. Why are you so worried?
And if there is any danger, I can let my cousin compose poems by himself. Is it possible that the Prince of the East Palace is not talented enough?
Or is the entire Ji family ignorant and boring?
Su Xiaoyao rolled up "Red Mansion" and put it in his storage bag, looking at it and looking at the busy backs of everyone, feeling bored.
"The Red Mansion", a book about talented men and beautiful women, is said to have been written by a man from a secular country.
That country was called the Xiqing Kingdom, and it has disappeared in the long river of history. The man who wrote the book was called Fan Xian, and he has long since disappeared. He probably died with the Xiqing Kingdom in the years.
The person left, but the book stayed, but the story was not finished.
Deep love will last forever, wisdom will die soon, and those who are talented and talented are the ones behind them.
Will the same be true for the men she, Su Yunyao, meets in the future?
His talent touched her heart, but he had to bid farewell to this world in a hurry soon after?
Poignant and beautiful, I want to get close but dare not own it... Su Xiaoyao unconsciously took out the book from the storage bag and started to read.
Brother Su Yunyao was commanding a servant. Seeing this scene, he shook his head helplessly.
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"It's snowing tonight, can you have a drink?"
Zhao Wujiang was sitting in the snow, with a small stove next to him, called a red clay stove.
The red clay stove is a small charcoal stove made of red mud that burns charcoal as fuel.
The appearance is exquisite and compact, and the furnace core is separated, deep and small.
At this time, a bottle of green ant wine was warming on the red clay stove.
There are no green ants in green ant wine. It is a kind of rice wine with floating rice grains, slightly green in color and as thin as ants, so it is called green ants.
The entrance is sweet, complex and light, with a lingering aftertaste.
Green ants make fresh fermented wine and a small red clay stove.
It's snowing tonight, can I have a drink?
"Ah..." Zhao Wujiang recited poetry, relaxed his mind and body, and drank lightly.
What could be more pleasant than drinking like this under the winter snow?
have!
That is drinking like this with a confidante.
After drinking wine and warming up, I did...doing...composing poetry in the snow.
Don't have any style.
Zhao Wujiang looked up at the gray sky, like a child looking up at the stars at night, his eyes full of stars.
Until the sky was getting darker and darker, the green ant wine in his hand had condensed into amber-like thin ice, and the charcoal in the red clay stove was burned out, leaving wisps of green smoke.
He kept raising his head and looking at the sky, his eyes getting deeper and brighter.
God is watching what you do, and you don't have to be ashamed.
God is doing things and people are watching, without fear.
The smell of alcohol dissipated from him, and the cold wind flowed around him.
He finally lowered his head, and a breath of fresh air rippled on the snow in the small courtyard.
He is already a Three Tribulations Venerable.
Without the Lord's Tribulation, cultivation would just come quietly.
Everything will fall into place and everything will fall into place.
There was no other reason. During this period, he perfectly integrated the supreme bone of his right leg that he had retrieved from the Moon God Luo Yinyue into his body and soul.
He digested the power that was his own.
"As expected of me." Zhao Wujiang was filled with arrogance. He was really as shameless as Jing'er moaned when they were having sex.
"Oh, I'm a little slow... Why are you only the Three Tribulations Venerable?" He didn't know whether it was self-deprecating or proud, and he sighed with emotion:
“It’s been a whole month, three tribulations?
It was so slow that the dog shook its head after hearing it. "
In less than a month, he has gone from being a first-time venerable to being a venerable master of the Three Tribulations. No one believes him when he spreads the news.
But he is still a little dissatisfied. He can't wait to break through to the supreme level now, and then truly understand his own way, step into the supreme realm, and then step into a stronger realm.
Because he was staring blankly at the green ant wine that had condensed into thin ice in the cup.
He seemed to see the frozen broken world and the silent roar.
It would be great if he was invincible back then.
There would be no collapse, no parting, no traveling thousands of miles to come to this world, no wandering around in search of the true self and the dark plot.
He didn't lose.
