After a while, she raised the wine gourd and poured it down again, but this time she didn't even bother to wipe it off, letting the wine slide down her neck and into her clothes.

If it happens again and again, the hem of my lapel has already become wet.

There was also a hazy look in her eyes. She raised her hand to uncover the wet collar, raised a long leg and kicked Jiao Shun's knee. She said with a drunken smile full of melancholy: "Isn't that what you want? Come on,

I give it to you!"

Jiao Shun grabbed her ankle in one fell swoop and said sweetly: "You can't blame me for going back on my word."

Without waiting for Baochai to answer, he couldn't wait to move forward, pressing Baochai into the wind and snow, and paved the way for Zhang Baijuan on the stone platform...

There is a poem about this situation that says:

The plum blossoms and snow are fighting for the spring but are not willing to fall, so Sao Renge spends money to comment on it.

The plum blossoms are three cents whiter than the snow, but the snow is less fragrant than the plum blossoms.

"Snow Plum" by Lu Yue of Song Dynasty

…………

at the same time.

As expected, Mrs. Wang went back and saw that there was a trace of fragrance in the pavilion. She was stunned for a while, and when she was about to return to the hut in Qingtang, she suddenly found a line of footprints that bypassed the pavilion and walked directly into the lake.

Her expression suddenly changed, and she unconsciously rushed to the shore and looked around, but where could she see the snowy sky?

She pursed her lips tightly, gently pulled up the hem of her skirt and coat, and stepped on the ice of the lake with one foot.

But it was just one foot. The other foot seemed to be nailed to the shore and could not move forward for a long time.

Finally, she looked at the middle of the lake and muttered to herself: "It's such a cold day, so what if the two of us meet? I'll just give Bao Yatou a few words of advice later."
Chapter completed!