In December of the sixth year of the Wu Dynasty and Xinghe, a small market town at the foot of Shaoshi Mountain.

Winter has come, and the cold wind blows by, and the soft soil has become hard and slippery. For the poor people, winter is the most difficult season. The cold wind is like a knife shaking on the face. Over time, bloody mouths of varying sizes will appear on the face. In such a season, most people go up the mountain before winter comes to prepare the firewood needed for the whole winter, and live a life without leaving home.

After all, once is a difficult challenge in this era of lack of food and clothing, and it is not surprising that some people will die halfway.

There are not many people who are active outside in the town at Shaoshi Mountain, but most of them are from all over the world. There is a thousand-year-old temple located on the mountain. People who come to challenge, convert, or even have bad intentions and are alone in the green forest. In such an environment, they are also active everywhere.

There will naturally be no such place in this small town that cannot be named. However, there are still wineries and tea shops. In winter, the business is the best. Many merchants who rest or people from the world will come in to warm up and drink a cup or two.

There are not many streets in the town, and there are few pedestrians at this moment. Most of the wineries and tea shops are concentrated on the same street. On the road, outside these shops, a woman in a cotton jacket leans her head and looks inside, as if she is looking for someone, passing by one family.

Then, she seemed to have found the person she was looking for, rushed over like crazy, tearing and hitting a young man who was drunk on the wine table. The sudden scene made the others in the winery look lively, probably because she thought that her husband was a drunkard and stole the money he had earned from his wife and used it to buy wine. In fact, there are many such stories.

The drunk young man pushed away and pulled his arm, raised his red face, and his drunken eyes were blurred: "Stop paying attention to me, let me drink... Let me get drunk once... Junior sister, go away, let me forget the unhappy things, drink... Waiter, come another jar."

"Senior brother... don't drink anymore... Please cheer up and don't drink anymore." The woman had a pretty face, with many braids on her head, but she was wearing an ordinary cotton jacket and couldn't tell what she was. She looked a little bloated and clumsy.

The man struggled with his hair disheveled, not letting the woman touch him, "Puff up... How can he cheer up? He castrated himself into the palace and became a eunuch? That would not beat him... I'd better drink... It's better to drink... It doesn't hurt, and there's no worries."

The man's nonsense after being drunk was to make the merchants coming and going in the store. The people in the martial arts world burst into laughter. The woman in front of him looked slightly red and embarrassed. She was more sad about the drunk man. Then tears flowed down. She cried and shook the man's arm and cried, "Senior Brother... Look at what he has become now. You were not like this before... You didn't give up on yourself like this. Wake up... Senior Brother Qin now makes some money for others to marches, and we are still boarding in the vegetable garden outside the temple. Even Youqing is helping to see the vegetables and water it. Don't do this, okay... Please..."

"Give up on oneself? No..." The man burped and laughed madly in an alcoholic tone. "You are still thinking about revenge... I didn't think about it anymore. What a great official he is... He holds the power he holds... He will destroy whoever he says he will do. Look at us... He asks others to be fair... but he asks for an old monk who knows nothing about martial arts. He says he wants to resolve it... Hahahaha... I, Li Shu, have been alive for this joke in this life... You go away... The waiter is drinking."

In the store, the sound of watching the excitement gradually became less and there were people who checked out and rushed to the road, while others felt bored and continued to eat and drink, chatting with their companions. Su Wanling stood there, watching the other party pouring the wine again and went into her mouth. Then, she rushed forward and knocked the bowl away with a bang.

Li Shu staggered up and walked over to pick up the wooden bowl on the ground, licked the remaining wine stains on it, and reached out to get the wine pot again. Su Wanling snatched it and sat on the side of him, "Okay, since the senior brother wants to drink... Junior sister is with you!"

"You are not allowed to drink"

On the other side, the drunk man seemed to be a little more awake, and reached out to snatch it, and was easily avoided by the other party. Then he saw her unscrew the lid and poured a few mouthfuls into her mouth, and her cheeks instantly turned red like a fire.

The wine pot was placed on the table, and Su Wanling wiped her lips, "...Senior brother, you actually know everything in your heart if you don't say it. You miss her... You are thinking about Sister Ruyi, you are thinking about the Jinyan Gate because we don't have it, but please don't take all the sins on yourself."

"Senior Brother Qin didn't say anything. What kind of person he is? You know, now he goes to other people's escort agencies every day to receive some short escorts. Didn't he think about it in his heart..."

"Shut up... don't say it anymore!!"

On the other side of the table, Li Shu was covered in alcohol, his chest was undulating, and his voice rolled out from his throat in a low and hoarse voice: "You are right... You are right... I can only give up on myself now... What else can I do... Apart from hiding here to drink, what do you want me to do!!"

Su Wanling stood up silently and said, "Senior brother, Master Zhikong has already set out for Bianliang this morning. He is also running for the Jinyan Sect's affairs..."

As she spoke, her figure had already walked outside the store. Something fell down, her face was cold. She raised her face and snowflakes fell down.

In the shop, the man with his head hanging down at the table whispered in a daze: "...I will get up by myself and walk back...you go first."

When Su Wanling heard this, she wiped the tears at the corner of her eyes, smiled brightly, turned around and headed towards the other side of the mountain, and her steps became much lighter. In a village southwest of Bianliang City, which is far away from here.

A tall monk stood at the entrance of the village with a crescent shovel and a disheveled hair, reluctantly saying goodbye to the two men behind him, and then embarked on the way to Bianliang. In the village, a woman named Fengyi sat under the eaves with her big belly and watched the wind and snow falling down. She sewed a small tiger hat in her hand, and her face was filled with a happy smile.

Behind her, a woman in a white cotton-padded jacket leaned on the threshold, watching the woman penetrated her stitches and felt lonely on her face.

"Yi'er... should learn to crawl now... Mom misses you so much..."

Royal Palace.

The queen walked barefoot on the blanket, fiddling with her figure, occasionally making a charming expression towards the bronze mirror, but then gave up again, took off the hairpin from her head and threw it on the dressing table, looking worried, "I can't learn it, how could those women be so angry."

She murmured, pushing open the window, snow falling in her eyes.

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