At the beginning of Shen Shi, the banquet dispersed.

The ministers were having a great time and laughed and returned to their homes. Some people invited another banquet, saying that they were holding a banquet in the mansion and then invited their colleagues to gather together.

Some people even drank and looked confused, and they attacked their colleagues around them, which surprised everyone.

Some people collapsed to the ground with a drunken drink, unconscious, and were helped back by their own servants who came to hear the news.

Zhao Wujiang drank the jade crown and his hair was disheveled, which made others sigh. Although his hair was disheveled, he did not look sloppy at all, but instead he became more free and easy. Lavida was extraordinary, his son was unparalleled, and a handsome man in Kyoto.

Zhao Wujiang waved goodbye and refused to see him off. He did not ride a carriage, but slowly stepped out of the restaurant and walked in the wind and snow.

Compared with the wind and snow in the first half of the day, the wind and snow today are obviously even heavier.

The world is vast and the snow is wafting, and it is difficult to see the white clouds clearly. The sky is like a fog, spreading to all directions, swallowed by the figures of tall buildings or green mountains in the distance.

"There is no earth in the end, and the vastness is not the sky..."

Zhao Wujiang looked at the blurry figure in the wind and snow, and couldn't help but sigh, his steps were steady and he walked towards Xingqingyuan.

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Since the last confession failed, Li Chanxi has often fallen into confusion.

It is said that the moon will be the first to get close to the water. She felt that Zhao Wujiang was so close and so far away from her.

She always remembered what Su Huayi told her, Zhao Wujiang was soft but not hard, but she never understood what is soft and what is hard.

During this period, she often thought that sometimes when she heard the sound of Zhao Wujiang and Su Huayi carrying a happy life in the room, she felt even more sour. Why did Zhao Wujiang reject her?

Until today, she figured it out, she was ready, and she was waiting for Zhao Wujiang to come.

But she didn't know when Zhao Wujiang would come. After all, Zhao Wujiang came at a time and did not come many times.

It was snowing heavily today, and the room was burning with a warm stove. Li Chanxi sat in the room, quietly making a girl-red girl, sewing her clothes with her stitches.

Suddenly, she heard the slight sound of the knocking of the door knocking, and was delighted. She quickly put down the needle and thread in her hand, pushed the door out quickly, and ran out on the snow.

Sure enough, she saw Zhao Wujiang, who was disheveled and unrestrained.

Her handsome face and gentle smile at that moment fascinated her.

Since her brother Li Yuanzheng died tragically and her mother passed away with excessive sadness, the only thing left in her world is Zhao Wujiang who saved her from water and fire.

She immediately met and threw herself into Zhao Wujiang's arms. She smelled the strong smell of alcohol and asked with concern:

"Brother Wujiang, are you drunk?"

Zhao Wujiang was tightly hugged by Li Chanxi, and the proud part of the girl was squeezed in his chest. He rubbed the girl's black hair and smiled gently.

"I'll cook tea for you." The girl let go and helped Zhao Wujiang walk towards the wing room.

Zhao Wujiang nodded.

Today's girl is wearing a long lilac floral dress, a thick jacket and a cloak, and is still combed with neat and slightly broken dragon bangs. Two strands of slender hair float on both sides of her cheeks, matching her beautiful and charming picture.

The face is as pure and elegant as a branch of winter plum.

The girl supported Zhao Wujiang and walked towards her wing room, with a sweet and soft voice:

"Brother Wujiang, you can sit in my room first, okay?"

Zhao Wujiang smiled gently and nodded slowly.

After entering the house, the room was full of heat. Li Chanxi ran to make tea, and Zhao Wujiang looked at the girl's boudoir.

There is a pink gauze curtain, there is a small table in the house, with needlework and clothes on the table, and several ancient books. There is only a bronze mirror and wooden comb in front of the dressing table, and there is no rouge and water powder.

Zhao Wujiang sat down slowly, picked up the clothes on the table, and was filled with suspicion for a moment.

The deeper the winter and the colder the sky, why are these clothes so thin?

The lilac silk intertwined into a gauze dress as thin as a cicada's wings, with four purple ribbons on it.

Zhao Wujiang felt familiar and couldn't remember what kind of clothing it was.

Until Li Chanxi pushed the door open and his voice was shy in a panic:
Chapter completed!