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"Mengmeng?" Qi Shiyu looked at the young man standing in front of him absent-mindedly, and opened his mouth subconsciously.

Shen Tingyun said in his heart that this person is really an acquaintance, in broad daylight, when he sees someone, he starts to recognize his relatives blindly.It's a pity that I let him down, Shen Tingyun doesn't know Mengmeng, he is just himself.

Shen Tingyun waved his hands at the other party twice, and asked, "Brother, are you drowsy?"

Only then did Qi Shiyu come back to his senses, and the hands hanging around his waist tightly clenched the porcelain vase that contained the soil from the grave that he had brought from Kyoto.

How can there be anything misty in this world?As early as many years ago, when the incense candles in front of the imperial mausoleum were burned out, he was already alone.

"Young hero, I'm sorry, your body looks too much like my deceased wife. I'm still drunk, so I made a mistake at the moment." Qi Shiyu stroked the body of the bottle, and the cold porcelain had the temperature of a living thing.

This person said a few words with a smile and understatement, but it made the listeners feel a kind of gloomy sadness, and even the smile on his face was mixed with indescribable loneliness.

There are unhappy people everywhere in this world.Shen Tingyun apologized again and again, Qi Shiyu waved his hands and said: "Although my late wife is no longer here, but I have been alive for a day, and he has been missed by others, so he is not really dead after all."

These words made Shen Tingyun feel a little envious from the bottom of his heart. He thought of Ji Minggui who was far away in southern Xinjiang, and he was not sure whether his relationship with him could be as deep as this.But Shen Tingyun is confident that he will live hand in hand with his husband.

Even if I lose the good memories of my first acquaintance when I was young, I will still have time to fill up the forgotten past.

The sun was setting towards the west, and Shen Tingyun was still in a hurry to go back to match the "fake wine" he used to trick Qi Junlang into taking the bait, and bid farewell to the man in a hurry.

Qi Shiyu casually waved his hands at the other party a few times before lying back under the osmanthus tree.

If you want to buy sweet-scented osmanthus with wine, it doesn't seem like you are a teenager.

With golden osmanthus as the couch and fine wine beside him, he wants to sleep again, and take a good look at his resting cloud in his dream.

Be sure not to mistake someone for him next time.

Shen Tingyun returned to the pharmacy, and tinkered with his "family heirloom" osmanthus wine.The trick of adding sweet-scented osmanthus to the wine is very clever, just smelling it makes the wine different from usual, and it may taste a little bit better, but Shen Tingyun doesn't really want to invite Qi Junlang to drink.

At the wine stand the next day, Shen Tingyun held the altar of fine wine with sweet-scented osmanthus flowers in his arms, and told the inquirer that he would only give it away and not sell it.

A century-old wine, only given to those who are destined.

As soon as the words came out, the people on the street gathered together one after another, wanting to see if they could catch the eyes of the young man in front of them.

Shen Tingyun shook his head one by one at the people who came to strike up a conversation.

Minggui said what Qi Junlang looked like?Shen Tingyun recalled carefully for a moment.

He lives among beggars all year round, eats and sleeps in the open, and wears ragged clothes, but he has an extraordinary appearance, standing like a wild crane among chickens, and he can recognize each other almost at a glance.

Shen Tingyun felt that he should have met similar people somewhere, but he couldn't remember for a while.After all, it will not be seen at the wine stand.

On the third day after the osmanthus wine was displayed, almost all the people in the town were shaken by Shen Tingyun, and the small wine stall also returned to its former tranquility.

Still no one who looked like Qi Junlang appeared.

The snacks in the mousetrap are almost rotten, and there is no sign of the mouse.

Shen Tingyun leaned on the rocking chair in front of the stall and fell asleep, thinking that he would not set up a stall tomorrow, and then he thought of other ways, and went to several surrounding towns to look for it.Although there is a high probability that there will be no mistakes in listening to the information given by Yulou, but Qi Junlang is an individual after all, and his heart is unpredictable, so it is possible to go another way.

Just when Shen Tingyun was about to fall asleep, a man stood in front of the booth and asked, "I wonder if I have a relationship with the boss?"

Shen Tingyun had long given up any hope, and lazily opened his eyes, but the man in front of him was an old acquaintance.

Sword eyebrows, phoenix eyes, thin lips.

It was the man I ran into in the outskirts of the city a few days ago!

It's just that this person seems to have had a bath today, he has changed into a scribe's robe, and the stubble on his chin has been shaved clean, but his hair is still untied and completely loose.

Shen Tingyun suddenly realized.

That day in the sweet-scented osmanthus forest, I was in a hurry to go back, so I didn't pay attention to this person, but now that I think about it, doesn't this person look exactly like the Qi Junlang that Ming Gui said?

"I met my husband twice in a few days, isn't it fate?" Shen Tingyun smiled happily, and poured the wine to Qi Shiyu.

When Qi Shiyu heard the voice of the person in front of him, he recognized the young hero he met under the osmanthus tree a few days ago.Qi Shiyu took the osmanthus wine poured by the other party, faintly feeling that something was wrong.

It is true that the cinnamon is fragrant, but this wine does not look like a century-old wine.

Seeing that Qi Shiyu didn't drink down the wine immediately, Shen Tingyun felt guilty, and said, "I'm from southern Xinjiang, this wine is our southern Xinjiang's specialty, but the guest officer is not used to drinking it?"

Qi Shiyu was suspicious, but when he saw that the other party was speaking sincerely, he stopped doubting, smiled at Shen Tingyun, and drank the wine in the bowl in one gulp.

It's really not a good wine, Qi Shiyu thought.In a small place on the border, is there really no rare wine?

As soon as the wine entered his throat, and the cinnamon scent hadn't dissipated, Qi Shiyu raised his eyes and glanced at Shen Tingyun, who was smiling towards him, and suddenly became alert.No, this wine definitely has ghosts!

"What did you put in the wine?"

Shen Tingyun grinned, showing two rows of white teeth: "It's just a little sweat medicine, please go to southern Xinjiang as a guest." Then Shen Tingyun beckoned, and a few guys who appeared out of nowhere rushed forward, fully conscious Suddenly, Qi Shiyu dragged him to the pharmacy.

The task is completed, you can pack your bags and go home.

With a smile on his face, Shen Tingyun stepped into the pharmacy, and Ji Minggui's letter arrived behind him.

After sweeping the paper, the smile on Shen Tingyun's face dimmed, and he took a few more glances resolutely to make sure that there were no mistakes in words, and then murmured out the letter.

"My husband has an urgent matter to go to the capital. There are undercurrents in the sect. I'm afraid it will be bad for my wife. Please don't return."

Shen Tingyun looked at the letter that Ji Minggui had sent in a hurry, and then at Qi Junlang, who he had tried so hard to put down and was about to send back to southern Xinjiang as a gift bag, and fell into deep thought.

What to do now? !