Lu Bupin held the letter and said: "Master..."

"Shopkeeper Lu, don't talk too much, the words are in the wine." Jiang Baichuan finally raised the cauldron for the first time and poured the wine into the cup, "You and I will drink this cup to the full, how about you practice it for me?"

He poured the wine very casually, and the wine overflowed the glass and dripped down the body of the glass. The liquid was steaming with steam and filled with the intoxicating aroma.

Lu Bupin nodded heavily: "In this case, Lu is here to respect the young master, go out to kill the enemy, and you will be successful!"

"Okay!" Jiang Baichuan raised his head and laughed, "Thank you, Shopkeeper Lu, for the wine. If I become successful and famous in the future, I will definitely come and have a drink with Shopkeeper Lu!"

Bang.

Amidst the clear clinking of glasses, the two drank with their heads held high.

Jiang Baichuan put down his wine glass, then filled himself up with another glass and said at the same time: "Waiter, get a glass!"

Upon hearing this, the waiter immediately ran over and placed the wine glass on the desk.

Jiang Baichuan filled the wine glasses, holding a glass in each hand, stood up and walked to the stage.

He walked up to the dancer and stamped his feet. The remaining dancers threw up their long sleeves and stepped on the lotus steps before retreating to the left and right.

The waiter approached Bai Yi and Yuan Ji and whispered, "That's Meng Niang. Mr. Jiang will take her with him every time he goes to Fireworks Alley. Mr. Jiang is in his early twenties. Counting the days, they have known each other for eight years."

Both Bai Yi and Yuan Ji stared at the two people on the stage in astonishment.

The suffix of the song sounds seem to be playing and singing.

"You've been practicing this song for a while, right?" Jiang Baichuan handed the wine glass out, "Thank you for all the hard work and effort."

The arrogance in his eyes was gone, replaced by endless tenderness.

There were tears in Meng Niang's eyes. She seemed to be unable to speak and asked, "If I don't drink this wine, will you... not leave?"

Jiang Baichuan handed the wine glass a little closer: "I have to go."

Meng Niang raised her hands tremblingly, and suddenly shrank when she touched the cup body, and then tentatively stretched out her hand.

He held the wine glass.

She said: "Must go?"

she is asking.

Jiang Baichuan smiled casually, nodded and said, "We must go."

He is answering.

Meng Niang seemed to be unable to bear it any longer and hid her face sideways. Every morning she lazily woke up from the bed. The madness from yesterday was still there, and the fragrance of wine mixed with the fragrance of women filled the room.

There was no one beside her pillow, so she woke up alone.

Every morning, she would lean on the tiled roof and gaze dreamily. Her long red sleeves were floating in the fireworks alley. She would look for the figure in pure blue clothes among the noisy and chaotic crowds. She would look up at the blue sky and the white sun, looking forward to it.

The coming of night.

When night comes, he will come.

Now she has to say goodbye to Jiang Baichuan. He will be gone day and night from now on.

There will be strange men lingering on the bed one after another. Their stinking bodies do not have the strong fragrance of ink, and their wild smiles do not have such free and easy jokes.

Mengniang wanted to run away when she thought of this. She wanted to turn around and escape from the stage.

But a hand suddenly grabbed the red sleeve between her arms, pulled slightly, and hugged her slender waist.

Jiang Baichuan hugged her.

In the hall full of drinkers, spectators, and idle guests, under the gaze of the public, he ignored the different looks in his eyes and slowly approached his face, right in front of Meng Niang.

"Wait for me." Jiang Baichuan seemed to be pleading, but also seemed to long for, "Wait for me?"

"I..." Meng Niang tilted her neck back and looked up reservedly, "I..."

"Wait for me to come back." Jiang Baichuan leaned close to Mengniang's earlobe and whispered, "Wait for me to marry you."

"I..." Tears in her eyes fell down her cheeks, and she rolled her eyes from side to side in fear, "I... don't know..."

Jiang Baichuan pressed his forehead against hers and whispered, "Wait for me."

Hot tears kept falling like a bursting dam. She nodded lightly at first, and then nodded heavily.

Mengniang sobbed and said: "I'll wait...I'll wait..."

"Meng Niang." Jiang Baichuan raised his head and kissed her forehead, "My Meng Niang."

Jiang Baichuan's arm touched Meng Niang's arm and immediately hugged it. He put the wine glass to his lips and said, "Hold your hand."

Meng Niang raised her head and looked at her in confusion, her red lips parted slightly: "Let's grow old together."

Hand over the cup.

Finished drinking.

The two stared deeply at each other.

At this moment, they only had eyes for each other and no one else. It was as if all the guests sitting in the hall no longer existed, and there were only two of them in the entire hall. For a long time, they just wanted to remember each other's appearance.

"Have Kuai Ma deliver the letter to Manhong Pass." Lu Bupin appeared beside Xiao Er at some point, "Give it to Hai Xi."

This is the letter that was originally intended for Jiang Baichuan.

"Here." The waiter came to his senses and responded, "Master, Jiang Baichuan is a mortal body. I'm afraid he won't be able to withstand the elixir of the sea."

The waiter was worried. He had followed Lu Bupin for many years, and he cleverly guessed that Lu Bupin still had feelings for Jiang Baichuan.

However, Hai Xiu, one of the four generals of the Chamber of Commerce, is good at refining elixirs. There is no need to worry about using the elixirs on cultivators, but Jiang Baichuan is a mortal.

Can he hold on?

"Hai Xi knows what to do." Lu Bupin patted his head and said, "Go."

The waiter rubbed his head and left the hall in frustration.

"Then according to the plan tomorrow, Yuanji and I will also be on the road." Bai Yi stood up and said, "Master, take care."

Lu Bupin nodded slightly, then looked at Yuan Ji and said slowly: "I'm going to Chongdu now. I also have a task for you. When you get there, follow the plan."

Yuanji stood up, bowed to him, and said respectfully: "Here."

Baiyi and Yuanji left.

Lu Bupin stared at the corridor and did not look away until the two figures disappeared.

"Miss, do you really think you haven't seen him?" Lu Bupin suddenly said, "You two haven't seen each other for four years."

Zhenxiao quietly appeared beside Lu Bupin.

She stared at the long corridor lit by dim candlelight: "I'm afraid that if I see him, I will follow him all the time."

Lu Bupin put his hands behind his back, looked sideways at her and said: "There are wanted portraits of young ladies in all the nine states. From now on, Yuan Ji will show up, and I'm afraid it will be difficult for him and young ladies to meet again."

The hands in the long sleeves were slightly clasped, but an unconscious smile appeared on Zhen Xiao's face.

She recited the words like a knife, pretending to be painless and said: "I'll meet you, I'll definitely meet you in the future."

She turned her head and looked back, looking at Jiang Baichuan and Meng Niang who were forgetting their feelings on the stage.

Tonight is a good night, with the fragrance of wine and the fragrance of women.

Sweet sleep.

Fragrance comes back in dreams.

…

There was a hint of fish belly white floating in the dim sky, like a long white beach that spanned most of the sky.

The lanterns were hung high in front of the gate of the Zhou Mu Mansion. The breeze blew in the early morning, causing the lanterns to sway slightly.

In the flickering candlelight, Chen Qiusheng stood upright in front of the door. He was wearing a thin soap shirt, watching the servants entering and leaving the mansion, carrying boxes of wooden boxes into the carriage.

These boxes of belongings are all large and small files. Some of them were delivered by local officials on horseback, and some were brought by the three masters of the Chen family when they went south.

But now that Chen Jinqiu wants to escort the prisoners back to the capital, these files must be taken back and handed over to prison officials for processing.

That's all it can do for now.

Chen Qiusheng had to stay in Yanzhou as a hostage. He could not handle official duties here and could only focus on the flood disaster that was about to begin in summer.

He promised to give an explanation to the millions of people in the 14 counties of Yanzhou.

When a man is born, his faith is his top priority. If he violates it, how can a man of seven feet stand upright?

"That's all, sir, the luggage has been packed. You see..." The person who spoke was the steward of the Prefectural Mufu Mansion. He lowered his head and looked up at Chen Jinqiu, thinking, "It's time to set off."

It was almost past midnight. Chen Jinqiu looked up at the sky for a long time, then looked back at Chen Qiusheng. He clenched his sleeves uneasily and walked to Chen Qiusheng.

There were three steps between the two of them. It was these three steps that seemed to be separated by an airtight ravine, which made the two of them stay away.

"Brother." Chen Jinqiu called out first, then forced a forced smile, "Then I will set off."

Chen Qiusheng took a deep breath and slowly said, "Can you make arrangements for my second brother's body?"

The servant standing aside hurriedly bent down and saluted: "Don't worry, uncle, I have made all the arrangements for you. I have done the work, and I have also taken a lot of ice from the cellar. I will definitely be able to safely bring the second master back to the burial place intact."
To be continued...