ninth junior sister

Chapter 34

"Who is from Moxi?" He thought about it, so he naturally wanted to know.

After Ziran took another sip of the wine, he said leisurely: "This is what the fourth senior brother brought home last time. There are not many in the mountains, just this jar. This wine is bright in color, rich and long-lasting, and has a smooth and fragrant aftertaste. , it’s really good wine.”

Ling Xiaoruo raised his eyebrows, it turned out that Zimo was from Moxi, Ziran said that this fine wine was only enjoyed by high officials and aristocrats, presumably that Zimo was either rich or expensive, unexpectedly, this Cangshan sect is still a place where dragons and tigers are hidden!
"Put wine in a jar, it's a waste of money!" Ling Xiaoruo saw that Ziran seemed to have a special liking for this wine, so he said it according to his liking.

Hearing this, Zi Ran's phoenix eyes really lit up, and he asked, "How should it bloom?"

"It should be served in a container called glass, and the mouth of the bottle should be corked, and then it can be turned upside down to make the taste longer." She was born in a wealthy family and attended many parties every year. She has a dedicated bartender at home, so she does know a lot about wine.

Ling Xiaoruo's words made Ziran's phoenix eyes even brighter, this Ziqing's wisdom is really amazing, she actually knows so many things that he doesn't know, what she said just now is probably not clear to the fourth senior brother.

After hearing this, Ziran felt that he still had something to say, so he asked, "Is there anything else?"

Ling Xiaoruo blinked his eyes, and said: "There are many, is Fifth Senior Brother willing to listen?"

Ziran stared at Ziqing, with thoughts eroding him again.

During the Dragon Boat Festival, the reason why he concealed his identity to meet Ling Xiaoruo was to see what she looked like in real life, but he was extremely disappointed when he tried it out, he didn't want to marry such a woman.Because of his resistance, he went to see his father yesterday and wanted his father to take back his order, but his father was very angry after hearing this and threatened him that if he did not marry, his mother and concubine would be punished.

He has been weak since he was a child, and his mother and concubine have already done their best for him, so how can he let his mother and concubine blame him because of him?

In the first 23 years of his life, he never regretted being born in the royal family. Now, he really doesn't want to be the emperor's son. If he is an unrestrained martial artist in Cangshan, how good it would be ah?
Because he was depressed and sad, he thought of drinking. After drinking for a while, for some reason, he came to Ningxiang Pavilion with the wine jar.When he realized his strange behavior, he had already pushed open the door of Ningxiang Pavilion.

Now, after hearing Ziqing's words, he felt that he was in the right place today, and he smiled at Ziqing, "I would like to hear more about it."

He looked at Ziqing standing in front of him. At this moment, he was actually envious of her, because she could do whatever she wanted without any constraints.

The sorrow in Ziran's eyes can't escape Ling Xiaoruo's, but these really have nothing to do with her, her first task is to escape Cangshan, other things have nothing to do with her.

Seeing that her words aroused Ziran's interest, she started to talk endlessly, covering everything from the origin, legend, craftsmanship, production of wine to the method of wine tasting.

Of course, every time she said something, she would let Ziran take a sip of the wine and ask him if he was as she said.

Ziran wanted to drink away his worries, so he also drank it.Ling Xiaoruo just tasted it symbolically.

Just like this, the sky gradually darkened, the setting sun was finally hidden in the black night sky, the lonely moon hung on the branches, and the silver light streamed down.

Before he knew it, the jar of wine was gradually empty, and Ziran was quite drunk. When Ling Xiaoruo finished the last piece of common sense about wine, Ziran suddenly felt empty in his heart. He supported his head with his hands, Looking at the still sober Ziqing under the silvery moonlight, he said, "Why do I feel that you're drinking me?"

After finishing speaking, the phoenix eyes drooped, fell on the stone table, and passed out.

Seeing that Ziran was finally drunk to death, Ling Xiaoruo plucked her sleeves, stood up, then pushed Ziran to the ground, rode on top of him, and punched him hard on his handsome face. On the next day, she frowned and said angrily in a low voice: "I just drink you, if I don't get you drunk, how can I deal with you? If I don't beat you into a pig's head today, I won't be called Ling! The punch just now is repaying you for peeping!" my sin."

"Teng-"

"Second punch, pay back your crime of drugging!"

"Teng-"

"Third punch, pay back the crime of putting me in a numb pocket!"

"Teng-"

"Fourth fist, pay back the crime of playing with me with that Yin Zhiyuan!"

"Teng-"

"Fifth punch, pay me back for taking me off the boat and frightening me!"

"Teng-"

"The last punch, pay back the crime of making me sick!"

Although Ling Xiaoruo didn't have internal strength, she used all her strength in every punch. After punching, Ziran's face was already colorful and swollen, and because he was drunk, he had no intention of waking up.

Ling Xiaoruo looked at Ziran's face that was bruised and swollen by her beating, and finally let out a sigh of relief, she clapped her hands, and said to Ziran who was lying on the ground: "From now on, we two clear!"

After finishing speaking, she turned around and walked towards the door of the pavilion. When she found that there was no one guarding the door, her figure flashed and she sneaked out of the Ningxiang Pavilion.

Ling Xiaoruo walked forward all the way, dodging and dodging, and arrived at the mountain gate in a short while. The smooth flow of the way made her feel suspicious, but even if it was going up the mountain of swords and down into the sea of ​​fire, she had to give it a try.How do you know where the potential crisis is if you don't try?
After getting out of the mountain gate, Ling Xiaoruo walked down the mountain road.

As we walked, the mountain road suddenly became narrower, and after a while, the existing mountain road disappeared as if out of thin air.

Ling Xiaoruo walked into the grass, and after walking for a while, she looked up at the moon in the sky, and sadly discovered a fact——she was gorgeously lost.

She found a wooden stick and moved forward through the grass.

After walking for a while, I suddenly heard a sound in front of me.She squinted her eyes, looked sideways, and found a stone not far from her side. She curled up, rolled around on the ground, and then disappeared behind the stone.

After a while, the sound of rustling footsteps gradually came, and with the sound of footsteps, she heard a deep voice spreading in the forest.

"What happened?" As soon as the low voice came out, Ling Xiaoruo rolled his eyes, knowing that it was the voice of his elder brother Zi Zhan.

She moved her head slightly, opened her eyes wide and looked forward, but saw two slender figures standing in the lush forest.Zizhan still wore blue clothes, standing tall among the straight trees, tall and straight like a pine, the moonlight penetrated the gaps between the leaves, sprinkled on his shoulders, and reflected his long figure on the ground.Opposite him stood a man in a black shirt. The man covered his face and couldn't see his face clearly.

(End of this chapter)