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The night was as dark as ink, covering everything in the capital like a veil. In the silence, only the occasional sound of night watchmen's drums could be heard in the distance.

There is a very tall tower in the capital city, called the Moon-Watching Tower.

On this tower carved by time, a lonely figure stands quietly on the roof, accompanied by the stars and dancing with the moonlight.

Feng Qingjiu was wearing a simple nightgown, with her long hair lightly tied up and a few strands of hair fluttering in the wind, adding a bit of unruly and tenderness to her.

In her hand was a bottle of aged wine, which the emperor had specially asked the best winemaker in the capital to brew for her and her wedding. It was called "Blue Bridge Wind and Moon".

The system lay on the tiles, lazily, with a complaining tone: [Host, why do you have to come here to drink so late at night instead of sleeping? ]

Feng Qingjiu opened his arms and enjoyed the wind on the top of the tower, and said softly: "Don't you think this is comfortable?"

"Listen to the sound of the wind in your ears, how gentle it is!"

The system turned its head to the side: [I didn't feel anything, I just felt a chill.]

Feng Qingjiu opened his eyes and sat down: "Forget it, what's the point of talking about romance with someone in the same system as you? You don't know how to enjoy yourself."

Feng Qingjiu picked up the wine pot and gently unscrewed the lid. A mellow aroma of wine instantly spread out, interweaving with the night breeze, as if intoxicating the heart.

Feng Qingjiu took out the wine glass in his arms, raised it slowly, and pointed at the bright moon with a faint smile on his face: "I raise my glass to invite the bright moon and my shadow to make three people...!"

In Feng Qingjiu's eyes, there is a longing for the future, a nostalgia for the past, and even more uneasiness about stepping into an unknown fate.

Afterwards, Feng Qing drank the wine in one gulp. The wine slid down his throat, bringing a hint of spiciness and a hint of sweetness.

“Hmm…! This Lanqiao Fengyue is really delicious…!” Feng Qingjiu closed his eyes, looking very enjoyable.

A few seconds later: "Cough... cough cough...! It's so damn spicy...!"

The system glanced at her and said, "Host, I told you long ago that this wine is very strong. You didn't believe me, but you must be feeling the heat."

Feng Qing pursed his lips and said, "Although this wine has a strong aftertaste, it has a little more sweetness than other wines."

"I suddenly want to write a poem...!"

The system closed its eyes: [Host, I am too sleepy. Please entertain yourself! I am going to sleep.]

Feng Qingjiu glanced at the sleeping system and said, "You are really a pig...!"

As soon as he said that, Feng Qingjiu stood up and spoke loudly: "Lanling's fine wine is as red as tulips, and the amber light is poured into the jade bowl. If the host can make the guests drunk, they will not know where they are from home...!"

I didn't expect that in this strange world, I not only have family and friends, but I will also soon have a husband.

Although my husband is a little silly, he is handsome!

Feng Qingjiu felt that he had lived a very happy life.

"I'm so happy...!" Feng Qingjiu shouted.

Just when Feng Qingjiu was still immersed in his own world, a male voice suddenly came to his ears.

"You're drinking such good wine all by yourself, aren't you afraid that your son will be born without an asshole?"

"Oh my... Oh my god... Who is so wicked...!" The sudden voice almost frightened Feng Qingjiu to fall down.

“Hey…! Be careful…!” the man said.

After Feng Qingjiu stood firm, he looked at the newcomer and glared at him: "Mu Yunze, brother, can you please not appear so suddenly all the time?"

"You're scaring me to death, do you understand? I almost got shattered to pieces just now...!"

Mu Yunze curled his lips and smiled: "I didn't expect you to be so timid."

Feng Qingjiu rolled his eyes: "Suddenly appearing like a ghost, who wouldn't be scared?"

"What brings you here...?"

Mu Yunze: "I want to say...!"

"Stop...!" Feng Qingjiu raised his hand to stop him from saying, "You're definitely going to say it was an accidental encounter again...! Right...?"

"Mu Yunze, we met by chance, are you kidding me?"

"Every time we meet, it's just a coincidence. Do you think we are so destined to meet?"

Mu Yunze lowered his eyes and smiled, then sat down: "Miss Feng, can you let me taste the wine in your hand...?"

Feng Qingjiu sat down and threw the wine pot over: "There is only one cup, I don't mind sharing the cup with you, just drink from the wine pot!"

Mu Yunze took the wine jug, and without hesitation, he tilted his head back and took a big gulp.

"Ah... good wine...!"

"You're going to become the Crown Princess soon. Why are you drinking here alone? Are you worried about something?" Mu Yunze asked.

Feng Qingjiu lay down, put his hands behind his head, looked at the crescent moon in the sky, and raised the corners of his mouth slightly: "No!"

"Oh...! I thought you suddenly didn't want to marry the prince anymore!" Mu Yunze also lay down.

Feng Qingjiu: "If I don't marry my Ah Mo, should I marry you...?"

"Sure...!" Mu Yunze turned and looked at Feng Qingjiu who was lying beside him: "I'm happy to marry you...!"

"Hehe......!" Feng Qingjiu laughed helplessly twice: "Thank you!"

"But I'm wondering, how come you, a foreigner, hang around Tiansheng every day?"

Hearing this, Mu Yunze asked curiously: "How do you know that I'm not a Heavenly Saint...?"

Feng Qingjiu smiled and said, "I guessed...!"

"And there's something else! The ears of the human skin mask on your face are red...!"

“What…?” Mu Yunze sat up in surprise, then reached out and touched his ear.

After a while, he finally reacted: "Ms. Feng, are you testing me...?"

Looking at his actions, Feng Qingjiu raised her eyebrows: "Mu Yunze, your face is really fake."

"Tell me, what is your purpose in approaching me...?"

"Don't say you like me, that's too fake, I don't believe it...!"

Looking at the smiling woman in front of him, Mu Yunze curled his lips and said, "Ms. Feng, you are really smart."

"But you can rest assured that I have no ill will towards you...!"

"Approaching with ill intentions is malicious intent...!" Feng Qingjiu picked up the wine glass and was about to pour the wine into his mouth, but found that the glass was empty.

He said angrily: "Mu Yunze, give my wine back...!"

“For you...!” With a whoosh, Mu Yunze threw the wine jug into Feng Qingjiu’s hand.

Feng Qing poured a full glass of wine and began to taste it gently: "But speaking of which, Mu Yunze, which country are you from?"

"And what do you look like? I'm really curious!"

"Ms. Feng, have you ever heard a saying?" Mu Yunze asked.

Feng Qingjiu: "What?"

Mu Yunze's mouth curled up slightly: "Curiosity kills the cat."

Feng Qingjiu looked straight at him and smiled: "Then I'm not curious anymore. I happen to have a cat and I don't want to kill it."

Upon hearing this, Mu Yunze couldn't help but chuckle: "Ms. Feng, your words are really interesting. I am becoming more and more curious about you."