I went to the temple after traveling through time, and he turned out to be a monk!

He made all kinds of promises, guarantees, and pleas in her ears, and he imagined their beautiful life in the future.

Bai Zhi's heart grew colder the more she listened, extinguishing her ignited emotions.

All his fantasies centered on him, marrying him, convincing his parents, opening a medicine shop with him, treating diseases and saving people, and they didn't need to worry about money.

This is the best imagination that men of this era have for a woman.

Regardless of whether they can do it or not, at least they are sincere.

But Bai Zhi wants much more than that!

She shoulders the expectations of the Yinghonglou sisters, as well as the faith of the rebel army that is gradually forming in the north of the city.

When it comes to rebellion and uprising, there is no turning back!

Meng Wenjing does not look like a person from an ordinary family. If he is in a high-ranking family and is bound by clan ethics, he must have a family destiny that he must bear. Whether he is an enemy or a friend is not yet known. We still have to figure out which side of his family's power lies.

Bai Zhi laughed angrily at her lack of coolness. She was so affectionate that she was actually thinking about this...

She didn't want to destroy Meng Wenjing's purity.

In a daze, she seemed to have an inexplicable feeling. She always felt that she had experienced the feeling of being protected in this way.

I couldn't remember it after thinking about it carefully, I just felt an empty space in my heart.

She sat up and ignored Meng Wenjing's constant promises in her ears.

It wasn't until she didn't respond for a long time that Meng Wenjing asked her anxiously, "You don't believe me?"

Bai Zhi came back to her senses in a daze and forced a smile, "No."

Meng Wenjing was waiting for her response, so anxiously he hugged her waist, put his head on her leg, and clung to her like a child, "Then why don't you reject me!"

Bai Zhi felt a little sad and unconsciously stroked his messy hair, "You are just drunk and impulsive now. When you wake up tomorrow, you will forget what you said..."

"No, no! Absolutely not!" He rubbed his head gently.

"Will we have to wait until you wake up before we talk..."

Meng Wenjing fell silent and bit his lip where Bai Zhi couldn't see it.

If he were sober, he really wouldn't say such things. He was pretending to be crazy under the pretense of being drunk.

He also felt that there were some things that perhaps should be said when he was sober.

He unconsciously hugged Bai Zhi's waist tightly, unwilling to let go at all.

Bai Zhi patted his head, "I'll take you back."

He shook his head, his inky hair rubbing against Bai Zhi's clothes, making a weak hissing sound.

"Don't come here anymore. Brothels are not the place you should come. Prostitutes are never good people." Bai Zhi said calmly.

Meng Wenjing still agreed with this. He nodded and rustled again.

"Let's go, I'll take you back." Bai Zhi mentioned again.

Meng Wenjing suddenly stood up, eyes flashing with water, and looked at Bai Zhi seriously, "Then are you still coming to see me? I don't want to be unable to find you!"

Bai Zhi was speechless for a moment, then smiled lightly and said, "I will go see A Yu. Let's go back. A Yu will be scared alone."

Meng Wenjing was satisfied as long as he could see her, and he failed to dwell on the evasion in her words.

There is no moon on winter nights and the air is cold.

The two of them were wrapped in fur fur and breathing white air from their mouths.

Meng Wenjing held a lantern and walked on Bai Zhi's left hand side.

After walking through the bustling brothel street, the rest of the street was deserted and dark.

Meng Wenjing moved closer, trying to illuminate the path under her feet, but inadvertently, he touched her cold fingertips.

"Is it cold?" Meng Wenjing asked.

"Well, a little bit, I heard that usually at this time, it would have snowed in Denning City." Bai Zhi was still worried about how to resume farming after taking over Denning City.

Meng Wenjing turned his head and looked at Bai Zhi in the dim light of the fire. He felt that the brightness in her eyes was so vivid.

His heart beat faster, and there was a lump in his throat. Then he mustered up the courage to hold her hand.

Hold her whole palm tightly in your palm.

Her hands were really cold, and his hands were really warm.

He was not born with a hot body, but tonight, his whole body was inexplicably hot, and his face was the hottest.

Bai Zhi was a little stunned. The warmth he brought naturally matched her coldness, and she didn't struggle.

Perhaps because of nervousness, Meng Wenjing's hand was a little too strong, and Bai Zhi's hand was clenched into a fist and moved uncomfortably.

Meng Wenjing immediately changed the position of his palms, his palms facing down and interlocking with hers, which was slightly heavier.

Bai Zhi's heartbeat also slowed down, but it was beating heavily in her chest.

She seemed to be able to feel his emotions through his palms, the sincerity and ignorance that could be seen at a glance.

The pace of both people slowed down, and their breathing became slower and heavier.

In the dark night, snowflakes suddenly started flying, falling like goose down, falling into the light and turning into orange-yellow catkins.

The two of them paused in unison.

"It's snowing." Bai Zhi was a little excited.

"Yeah." Meng Wenjing's palms were sweating, and he clasped his fingers together again.

Heavy, with anxiety and cherishment.

Bai Zhi almost wanted to cry. She could pull out a hundred tricks by holding hands. She was so innocent!

The snow is falling heavier and heavier, but Bai Zhi's palms have begun to feel warm, along with her ears and neck.

Although walking slowly, there is still a moment when you reach your destination.

When Meng Wen and everyone in Jing arrived, he realized why she was the one sending him home.

The two stood at the door for a long time, neither of them wanting to say the final words.

After a long silence, Meng Wenjing let her stay the night. Bai Zhi couldn't help but walk back to Yinghong Building alone, so she had to spend another night with Ayu.

Lying in bed, Bai Zhi realized the absurdity of her night.

She wants to gouge out this lustful heart!

She knew clearly that her actions would tempt people into falling deeper, but she still did not restrain her desire and allowed it to develop.

What to do tomorrow? What to do next?

Bai Zhi hoped that he would forget what happened tonight. Didn't he also forget about the last time he ran naked?

Meng Wenjing couldn't sleep either. He seemed to have forgotten to cough tonight and was so excited that he couldn't bear to close his eyes.

His drunkenness had subsided, and he had not forgotten it at all, but he was shocked to find that he could actually hold someone's waist and act coquettishly.

What else is there to say about holding hands, and what about swearing to each other...

This is something he can do!

Unbelievable!

But he really liked her, he liked her so much, he wanted to see her, he wanted to stay up all night just looking at her...

I still want to kiss her, hold her, and even think about the name of the child...

I wish it would be dawn soon...

But the innocence finally came to light, but she left.

Meng Wenjing's mind was full of confusion. He pulled Ayu and kept asking, "Where is your mother? Where has she gone?"

"She left before dawn... She said something happened and asked you not to be anxious and not to go to Yinghong Building again. You can't find it if you go..."

"She likes to disappear suddenly?" Meng Wenjing felt that breathing was painful.

When she disappeared, he couldn't find her no matter how hard he looked, he tried.

"What else did she say?" Meng asked Jing choked up.

"Aniang said that if you don't drink, just keep the pharmacy open. She... will come to see me..."

Meng Wenjing didn't understand, let alone understood.

He stood in the heavy goose feather snow flying all over the sky, letting the snowflakes fall on his face, eyebrows and the bridge of his nose.

The flakes of snow melted as soon as they touched his skin.

There was still the cold touch of her fingertips gently tickling his palm. He wanted to hold on tightly, but he could only grasp it in vain.