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After Qing Huan came back from Junqiao, she locked herself in the room, which was dark and without lights.On the way, she also went to the kitchen to get two jars of wine and brought them back. She didn't use the cups, and just sat at the table with the jars in her arms and poured them into her mouth.

As for wine, she couldn't say whether she liked it or not, and since she can't drink well, she hardly drank much.But recently, she suddenly found that drinking can easily make herself paralyzed and dizzy, and she has no time to think about other things.

The strong wine poured down her throat, causing her to cough violently, but she forced herself not to stop and take a breath.In the end, instead of drinking next to the edge of the altar, she picked it up and poured it into her mouth from the air. The wine flowed down her chin wantonly, soaking a large area of ​​her clothes.

This time she went to the North Penalty on her own, and the mess at Luanhua hadn't been cleaned up yet.Just because she read the note that Nan Yang wrote to her, she left everything behind and came to Beijing.There is only one Miao Shan whose eyes have not recovered, what will happen now?

Speaking of Flower Valley...

Junqiao...

There was a burst of irritability in her heart, and she continued to drink with the jar in her arms.

Tears streamed down her face inexplicably as she drank.Recently, she always feels very tired, exhausted both physically and mentally. Maybe it is really like what Qing Chuanzi and Liu Zhangtai said, her body is at the end of its strength.But she still has a lot of things she wants to do. After two years, is she really done?Can she really live for two years?

Master...

Qing Huan frowned tightly, swallowed the wine in her mouth hard, gritted her teeth, and threw the wine jar in her hand to the ground.

"boom--"

The broken porcelain pieces of the wine jug shattered all over the floor, and half of the wine in the jar also flowed everywhere.

In fact, she doesn't blame anyone, not Wen Jinglei, Nan Yang, or herself. Everyone has their own difficulties, and everyone has done nothing wrong.She is just not reconciled.

She is still so young, she is only 17 years old this year.

The closed wooden door was gently pushed open by a slender white hand, without making any sound.Then the figure in white stepped in and closed the wooden door silently.

Qing Huan didn't notice anyone coming in, she just picked up another jug ​​of wine and poured it into her mouth frantically.

Nan Yang looked around the room for a week, squinting his eyes in displeasure.She walked to one side of the window sill and lit two candlesticks, finally the room was brighter.She walked to Qing Huan with a candlestick and put it on the table.

Qing Huan was so drunk that she couldn't see clearly, her mind was in a daze, and she didn't notice anyone standing beside her.She just suddenly started talking to herself:

"I remember, I just came to the Northern Punishment Palace. I don't know how to eat. You feed me spoon by spoon. I don't know how to do daily life. You dress me and comb my hair yourself. I'm not good at swordsmanship, and I don't know how to do it. I can’t fix it because you patiently taught me. In my whole life, I can’t do anything well. I thought that loving you was the best thing I did, but now it’s the worst thing I’ve ever done thing."

Nan Yang looked at her indifferently, without saying a word.

Qing Huan hiccupped, her eyes became more and more red, as if she had been scorched by strong alcohol.

"Then... are you still willing to teach me this time?"

Nan Yang lowered her eyebrows, bent down to pick up the old red hairband that fell on the ground.At some point, Qing Huan's hair had been scattered, pouring down her shoulders like running water.Nan Yang silently gathered Qing Huan's long hair with both hands. Over the years, her hair has grown so long, much longer than her own.

Before taking care of Qinghuan, she was not proficient in daily life.Thanks to having this child, she is already familiar with things like tying hair.

Qing Huan didn't realize that someone was helping her to tie her hair.She blinked her burning eyes vigorously, and wanted to pick up the wine jar to drink again.

Nan Yang sighed, pressed Qing Huan's hand, and said softly: "Don't drink."

"... Get lost." Qing Huan said impatiently in a deep voice.

Nan Yang raised his eyebrows, bent down to Qing Huan's ear, and said flatly, "Not at all."

Qing Huan turned her head slowly, just in time to meet Nan Yang's eyes looking at her.

"Master... I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry for you. I was wrong, I want to be with you, don't you want me..." Qing Huan suddenly choked up and cried, hugged Nan Yang involuntarily, and buried her face in her Weeping and trembling in the pit of my shoulder.

"...How can I not want you." Nan Yang put his arms around Qing Huan's back and made his voice the softest.

Hugging each other tightly is indeed the warmest thing, as if the whole world is embraced in the arms, incomparably safe and satisfied.The girl's body is soft and fragrant, really comfortable and solid.

Nan Yang seemed to finally let go of the breath he had held for a long time, closed his eyes contentedly, and gently rubbed Qing Huan's side face with his side face.

Qing Huan seemed to have finally found a harbor that she could rely on safely, hugged Nan Yang and cried wantonly, wanting to cry out all the sadness and grievances of these days, as well as the sadness and unwillingness of her death soon.

It turns out that only Nan Yang's arms is her real home.

Only when she can hold her can she be considered home.

"Don't cry, don't cry..." Nan Yang gently patted Qing Huan on the back to calm her emotions, "I almost forgot that you are just a 17-year-old child."

"..." Qing Huan cried so hard that she almost died, lying on Nan Yang's shoulder weakly, and wiped all her tears on Nan Yang's clean and white clothes.

Nan Yang sighed softly, straightened up, picked up Qing Huan and walked towards the bed.Qing Huan huddled softly in Nan Yang's arms, her fingers tenaciously grabbed Nan Yang's skirt.

Nan Yang put her on the bed, helped her take off her wine-soaked robe, and said as she took off, "If you can't drink so much, don't drink. What's wrong with crying and making noise when you're drunk? You're here with me. That's all for now, if I get drunk outside and ask other people to look at it, why don't I goug out their eyeballs one by one?"

"...You are not allowed to go." Qing Huan said softly.

"I was clingy when I was young, and I am still clingy when I grow up." Nan Yang murmured, taking off Qing Huan's clothes with a little effort, "...it was a little bit bigger when I was a child, like a rice ball. Hold my calf and don’t let go. Now that it’s so big, I still can’t shake it off.”

"You...don't even try to get rid of me in this life."

"...Regardless of life or death, I will never leave you in my life." Nan Yang leaned down and whispered in Qing Huan's ear, "It's you, don't leave me again."

Qing Huan smiled foolishly, but her eyes were red.She immediately frowned, and said incoherently, "Stay away from Junqiao."

"She's a good girl, you shouldn't..."

Qing Huan grabbed Nan Yang's wrist, pulled her onto the bed with all her strength, then nimbly rolled over and pressed her on top, approaching Nan Yang's face angrily: "Whether she is good or not, what does it have to do with you? Does she Well, you are not allowed to approach her either! The way she looks at you almost eats you up, do you know that?"

Nan Yang couldn't help smiling, raised his hand to touch Qing Huan's warm and greasy face, and said softly, "I know."

"And that little girl...I don't allow her to call you master, you don't want me if you have a little apprentice...how can she occupy my position, you can't accept apprentices, you belong to me alone, you are mine My wife." A line of tears flowed from the corner of Qing Huan's eyes, slid to the cheekbones and fell, dripping on the side of Nan Yang's face, "My wife...my wife..."

"It's you who don't want to marry me. Are you willing to marry me now?" Nan Yang gently wiped away the tears from Qing Huan's face, and asked softly.

Qing Huan put her head down weakly, rested her head on Nan Yang's shoulder, and murmured: "...I have already married you."

Nan Yang frowned suspiciously, not quite understanding what Qing Huan said.

"Master... If I die, will you forget me..." Qing Huan asked unconsciously.

"will not."

"Really?"

"As long as I live, I will never forget each other."

"Okay..." Qing Huan laughed softly, and rubbed against Nan Yang's shoulder again, "You must remember me, for a long, long time. As long as you remember me, I will never die."