Time is like a finger of quicksand, passing by like a white colt, not to mention it is only one month.
Seeing that the wedding was approaching, Wei Moyan was still busy with the matter of being the leader of the martial arts alliance, inviting sects from all over the world, and quelling the voices of resistance. Although he did not have to leave Poyue Pavilion, he had no time to take care of other things, let alone meet Xia Qingluan in private.
That's good, at least we don't have to worry about each other in silence.
The stretch of loess in the distant mountains cut off her last concern. Xiao Qian left Poyue Pavilion to focus on guarding Yun Yirong, while Shaozai was also sent to a distant place to stay away from the turmoil here, while Wanqi Haoyue was at ease in this place. In the Valley of the Poison King, Wei Moyan also promised not to pursue the past. All the people who cared about her would no longer be implicated by her. Finally, they no longer had to watch someone leave without being able to do anything. Even if they missed her, it was better than being cut off from her in this life.
Among all living beings, she was left alone.
In fact, Xia Qingluan was still a little confused until now. She always felt that everything was still in the nightmare that could not be erased. Xiao Bai was really dead? Brother Yue would betray her trust? And Wei Moyan, she was really going to... Will she become the heroine of Poyue Pavilion and stay with him forever?
Even if it is a dream, let it be treated as reality. She can no longer resist fate. I have no control over my destiny. I once thought I could control my life, but it turned out to be a fool's dream and a hasty joke.
The wedding day was less than ten days away. After explaining the affairs in the meeting hall, Xia Qingluan walked to the room alone as usual. No matter how her relationship with Wei Moyan changed, she was still the wife of Poyue Pavilion. The leader of the Weitang Hall, Hongxian is the number one killer in the world.
When he reached the fourth floor, he couldn't help but look at the wooden stairs leading upstairs, and saw the vermilion corner of the black robe disappearing at the end. After hesitating for a moment, Xia Qingluan stepped onto the stairs.
"Why are you interested in coming to see me today?" As soon as he picked up the wine bottle, Wei Moyan was surprised to see the gauze clothes that were as white as frost and snow coming.
"In a few days, people from all over the world will gather in Lanling to congratulate the leader of the alliance on unification. The responsibilities of Taiweitang are so important that I may not be able to do it alone."
His slender eyes were as clear and deep as water, and there was a slight smile on his lips: "You never care about these things."
Xia Qingluan was speechless.
It was impossible to hide her thoughts in front of him, those eyes had seen through her whole life.
"Have a drink with me -" Wei Moyan raised the wine cup and was about to pass it over when Wei Moyan was suddenly startled and then laughed at himself, "I forgot again, you don't drink."
Unexpectedly, the woman in white who had always refused to drink with him actually took the wine cup, covered her long sleeves with her long sleeves, raised her head and drank it all in one gulp.
Because of her stubbornness, she had refused to drink in the past, and because of her stubbornness, she had to drink today. However, she really had never drank, nor did she know how to drink. The burning sensation rolled down her mouth and tongue to the depths of her throat, causing her to choke and cough repeatedly.
"You..." He had no choice but to hit her on the back gently. The gentle force was not as strong as the same hand used to use a sword. "You went too far."
If he hadn't been so stubborn that he couldn't do anything, why would the two of them have circled around the starting point for a long time before coming together? Fortunately, his outstretched hand finally received a response, and the always distant figure stopped for him, and they were side by side again. And go.
The wine was not strong, but it was a rare old wine with great stamina. Seeing that he never got drunk no matter how much he drank, Xia Qingluan was left with the impression that wine was not intoxicating.
Unexpectedly, she was not him. After just one sip, she got drunk. Her face was as hot as fire and her cheeks were crimson.
"Forget it, I'd better not let you drink in the future." Wei Moyan took the wine cup from her hand and put it on the Four Immortals table. He put the back of his finger on his hot cheek and couldn't help laughing again, "But I don't know if you are drunk.
What will it look like?”
It was difficult to refute many times when talking to him. Xia Qingluan continued to cough, which just happened to avoid answering his questions.
"Not yet?" Her long eyebrows paused, and her broad palms were placed directly on her back, sending waves of warmth.
It was just a matter of choking, and he was trying to measure his internal strength at random. Xia Qingluan endured the burning and itching in her throat and tried to push his arm away, but unexpectedly she couldn't muster the strength, her mind was in chaos, and she could hardly move back.
Seeing this behavior, he immediately understood that she was drunk and had a constitution that could easily become drunk.
"It's only been one glass. Your drinking capacity is far inferior to that of Zi Xiu." Wei Moyan held her wrist tightly to prevent her from falling. His other hand wanted to steady her body and gently lift her, but he didn't want the whole piece of white clothes to fall.
She took her into her arms - a drunk person cannot control her body, not to mention this was her first time being drunk and she was at a loss.
She never used rouge, and she didn't have those vulgar smells on her body. Instead, she had a natural body breath that belonged only to her, as faint as wild fragrance. The smell was so clear that it made him intoxicated.
She is drunk, he is intoxicating.
Her limbs seemed to no longer belong to her. Xia Qingluan couldn't raise her hand or push him away. The heat spread from her throat to her lungs and then to her whole body, burning without any strength. The soft sound of wind and breathing in her ears gradually disappeared.
, only the clear and gentle voice that penetrated my mind was left, low, yet blurry.
"You're drunk, Qingluan."
She regretted a little, she shouldn't have dared to drink that wine, now she lost all her face, still in front of him.
"I'll go back first..."
But how could he let go.
It's been a long, long time since I've been with her quietly like this. There were too many things to do, but she was forgotten. That's why she made an exception and took the initiative to come here today, wasn't she? She always thought in her heart
She was attracted to him and didn't want to leave, otherwise even if she was drunk, it would not be difficult to escape from his arms with her strength.
It is difficult to smell the fragrant fragrance of flowers all over the mountains and plains from high-rise buildings, but the spring breeze is always everywhere. The warm sunlight shines on the black clothes standing still, the water dragon hourglass rings several times, and the elegant woman with white clothes and blushing face is unexpectedly standing beside him.
He fell into a deep sleep in his arms. He tried calling her but got no answer. He was really drunk, so drunk that he fell unconscious.
It would be great if there could be such peace between them forever.
The slender figure leaned on the railing, pouring wine with one hand, holding the cup to the wind, and drank the sweetness.
He didn't know how many jars and cellars of wine he had drunk. Even if the entire Jiangnan cup was consumed, it would be difficult for him to get drunk. But for her, it was just a cup.
He lightly kissed the smooth brows and slightly warm cheeks. He didn't know if Xia Qingluan would still remember the smell of wine on her face when she woke up, so he simply moved towards his slightly closed lips. The same aroma of wine, but a different taste.
The infatuation of endless kisses.
Delicate, warm and ambiguous as silk.
"Pavilion Master——" Jiuhe, who had barged in unexpectedly, was astonished. He was stunned until those cold eyes looked at him impatiently. Then he instantly blushed and lowered his head deeply, kneeling on the ground, "My subordinate, I'm offended."
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"What's the matter?" Wei Moyan didn't shy away from it and still held her in his arms. She was about to become his wife. Why not?
Thinking of what happened here, Jiuhe's face turned pale again, and even his voice was trembling: "Master Zixiu Hall... the situation is not good..."
The wine cup fell to the ground, and his eyes were full of broken porcelain.