Fan Jianglin smiled and threw the jug in his hand aside. The jug fell to pieces on the ground. The strong smell of alcohol dissipated instantly, and the sound of brothers laughing and fighting seemed to be heard in front of him.

Fan Jianglin grinned again and looked at the tombstone in front of him.

"Lao San." He said, "She's not sad, don't worry."

After saying this, the cemetery fell into silence again.

"Don't be sad either."

It seemed like a long time passed before Fan Jianglin murmured.

The night was getting darker and darker, and the people on the street gradually dispersed. Except for those selling late-night snacks, all the stalls were closed. The boy walking behind, whose legs were numb, couldn't help but come forward.

"Sir, it's getting late, go back." He said.

"Aren't we going back?" Zhou Hui glared at him angrily and said.

The boy grinned.

However, we have already walked half the city to...

"Sir, I know you feel bad, but you have been tired for several days..." he said.

"Who feels bad?" Zhou Sheng immediately shouted angrily, "I just want to take a walk casually."

The boy nodded in response but did not dare to speak any more.

Zhou Heng raised his head and looked around, feeling a little confused about where this was.

"Go back." He said in a low voice and got on his horse.

Seeing the door of Zhou's house from a distance, the young man felt relieved. He was finally back. As soon as he thought about it, he saw Zhou Hui in front of him suddenly reining in his horse. Before the young man could react, he had already jumped down and walked directly to the house.

Rush to the side of the road.

What happened?

With a muffled groan, Qin Hu fell to the ground. Looking at Zhou Hui's fist again, he did not dodge. Instead, he smiled and held the wine bottle tightly in his hand.

Zhou Hui punched him hard several times and looked at Qin Hu who was lying on the ground and just smiled.

"What do you want to do?" he yelled through gritted teeth.

Qin Hu raised the wine bottle in his hand with some difficulty.

"Let's drink." He smiled and raised his hand to pour the wine bottle towards himself.

The drink fell on his face and wet his clothes.

Zhou Hui looked at him, raised his foot and kicked him hard again, turned around and left.

"Liu Lang." Qin Hu shouted from behind.

Zhou Hao stopped for a moment.

"Would you like to drink together?" Qin Hu said while lying on the ground looking at him, holding up the wine bottle in his hand.

Zhou Hao looked back at him.

"She said she believed what you said." He said suddenly.

Qin Hu laughed.

"I know, I know she believes it." He said, his face glistening with water, I don't know if it was wine or tears.

Zhou Hao looked at him and smiled.

"She believes in herself, not you." He said, then turned around and walked away.

"Saturday!"

Qin Hu's voice came from behind.

"Isn't it okay to drink too?"

Zhou Feng strode away without any further pause, and the servant behind him hurried to follow.

In the night, the door of Zhou's house opened and closed, and the street returned to silence. Qin Hu lay on the ground and slowly poured the wine bottle down again.

"Isn't it okay to drink too?"

"Isn't it okay to send congratulatory gifts?"

"Nothing?"

"Not anymore?"

"It's just like a dream."

"Is all this just a dream?"

It’s a dream! It must be a dream!

The wine jug was empty. Qin Hu held it up and shook it. As if because the wine was gone, he roared and threw the jug violently. The sound of shattering echoed on the street.

"I...have...a painting..."

"Beauty...do...for me..."

"Grapes... fine wine... congratulations..."

"..There is a beauty here...I will never forget it..."

Fragmented long chants and short sighs of laughter or chanting spread out in the night sky.

Zhou Hui, who was in the yard, raised his head and looked outside, raised his head and drank from the wine bottle in front of him.

"...I haven't seen you for a day...I miss you like crazy..."

"I miss you for a long time... I remember you for a long time..."

"Short of love...infinitely..."

It was dark at night, and Banqin, who came out of the clean room, thanked the two maids and refused to serve them again, was in a trance when he walked into the house.

The original eight lamps have been removed, leaving only two. The trivial, messy and fancy decorations have also been removed. Several cushions have been placed in front of the window, and long bows, four-legged stools, and smokers have been hung on the walls.

Banqin couldn't help but rub his eyes.

A few months ago, the woman who was leaning on Pingji to read a book glanced at her.

"What's wrong?" Cheng Jiaoniang asked.

Only then did Banqin come to his senses.

"Madam, I thought I was dreaming." She murmured and smiled again, "I thought it was at our house."

"It's at our house." Cheng Jiaoniang said, her eyes falling back on the scroll.

at home…

Yes, this will be my wife’s home from now on.

The place where the lady is is their home, and home is naturally the same.

Banqin's eyes were full of smiles, and she quickly walked over to pour tea for Cheng Jiaoniang.

"Madam, you really want to read a book?" She smiled and said, "It's been a tiring day, so go to bed early."

Cheng Jiaoniang hummed.

"I've finished reading this article," she said.

Banqin went to tidy up the bed, looked at the bright red double pillow and quilt, hesitated for a moment, and was about to put away one set when she heard a noise outside.

"What happened?" She was startled.

Although the guards followed them as servants of the family, they could not enter the prince's inner courtyard. Even though this was the prince's palace, Banqin could not help but feel his heart beat faster.

"Madam." The maid also opened the door and came in, looking a little panicked, "Your Highness is here."

Are you here at this time?

Did something happen?

Banqin beside the couch turned pale.

The women's whispered words rang in my ears again.

And the lady also said that Your Highness is not recovered yet...

Could it be that he is really in trouble, so he has to ask his wife to save his life?

Banqin felt her legs weaken and she sat on the couch, the pillow she was holding falling down.

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Note 1: This is not the way to drink a cup of wine in ancient times. I write it like this just to look good. I’m sorry.

Second update today. It will be a little later tonight. I will go to a meeting first and come back to correct typos.

Thank you: Circle 1, Elisha, Flame Knight, lulubobo, Tabalgin Heshibi, Lin Chen_rumeng's God of Wealth Jar, Yun Fangfei, tycheqing, Luna Lala's Peach Blossom Fan, Xuanxiang Taishou, Qin Jin, Alice

Dream Walking, Susha Mingshuang, Xiaoxialu, Lang Xiaoxiao’s Sachet, and all the peace charm rewards whose names can be seen in the background. (As of the time of update)
Chapter completed!