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The night wind blew, and a little coolness came through my clothes. When I ate the wind blew, it further inspired Cui Po's wine that was superimposed by three loud drinks today. Looking at the moon drunk, the cold moon became more and more hazy, adding a strange sadness. I felt a sense in my heart, and murmured with Yu Xiao, and then stumbled down the steps. Wuyi didn't care about shame, and stepped forward tightly to support her carefully.

When he walked to a peach tree not far from the steps, he was already exhausted. Cui Po leaned against the trunk, looked up at the moon with his eyes, and all kinds of thoughts came. He played the song "Shuitu Songtou" and floated up. At first, Wuyi only supported Cui Po's arms. When Cui Po Fuxiao Fuxiao, he could only grab the clothes on his waist.

He listened to the sad Xiao Yin in his ears, and looked at the person in front of him. The clear light of the moon spread on him. In the weak clothes, the young man in the white robe actually reflected a golden light, tingling her eyes. He muttered to Xiao Yin: "The moon has its phases and wails, and people have their joys and sorrows." He felt an inexplicable pain suddenly rose in his heart, becoming more and more intense. The sentence "This matter is hard to complete in ancient times" could never be said. The silk clothes on his body were not as cold as the moon night, and he leaned towards the young man emitting endless heat. Every time he got closer, the chill was less, but his heart was getting more and more painful. He could no longer hold it back, letting the teardrops penetrate the corners of his eyes.

After the song, Cui Po looked down with drunken eyes. He saw the beautiful face of the girl who was leaning against her. She was vaguely the beautiful figure who had loved and hurt back then. With a thought, she reached out and gently wiped away the little bits of crystal clearness. She grabbed her hand again, shook her hand and ran towards the lakeside, shouting: "Ruoyi, Ruoyi, let's watch the moon." Before he finished speaking, he stumbled on the grass under his feet and fell down. The next moment he fell on the soft grass and fell asleep.

When he woke up, Cui Po found himself sleeping alone on a wide couch. The brocade quilt was smooth at the beginning. The bright moon was hanging high outside the window, and he faintly heard the "Go, Go, Go" sound in the distance. He was thirsty in his throat, and what was even more fatal was that there was a fierce flame burning between his chest and abdomen. He drank a small cup of water in front of the couch, but it was not enough. Instead, he became hotter and his head was also drowsy.

Unable to resist the anxiety, Cui Po stood up and went to the outside world, trying to find some water to quench his thirst. He walked into the main hall with three steps but couldn't see it. At this moment, he suddenly heard the drizzle of water from the room on the right. He was so dazed that he left in front of the door, and he pushed the door in without thinking.

When I entered the room, the first thing I saw was a huge Fufeng. When my eyes turned slightly, it was a dazzling whiteness, with delicate skin, plump curves, and red lips slightly opened in astonishment... The undulating female body exuded the most seductive temptation.

Cui Po was shocked, but before he could recover his mind, the fire broke out in his chest and abdomen, which only shattered all his calmness and reason. Cui Po, with red eyes, rushed over and hugged the snow-white ball tightly, and suddenly felt cool. As for the shouts coming from his ears, it was only half a word that could not be heard.

Although the person in his arms struggled hard, how could Cui Po have great strength? As Zhen's head shaking, his red lips were tightly held, and the power of struggle gradually became smaller and smaller. The memory after that was in Cui Po's mind was a fusion of ice and fire. I only remembered vaguely that there seemed to have heard a scream in the middle, and there was another kind of fragrance and sob in his arms.

When he opened his eyes again, Cui Po felt extremely relaxed, but there was a low sob in his ears, and he almost suspected that he was still in a dream. Looking up, his clothes were messy and weak clothes shrank into a ball on the corner of the couch, and the sobs came from there.

Cui Po was surprised and was about to lift his arms, but he felt a pink and delicate feeling. When he turned his head to look, he was lazy and charming. Gu Wuniang, who was sleeping in the spring of the Begonia, had black hair half covering her exposed shoulders and bright red face. The contrast between the black, white and red colors was even more stunning. Then he lifted up the corner of the quilt and saw her, who was not covered with silky threads. I still don’t understand it now?

When he walked out of the gate of Piaoxiangju, Cui Po was still sitting in the carriage driven by Lao Sun. The difference was that there was a Gu Ruoyi who was always so pitiful. Thinking of the changes this day, Cui Po felt that it was simply the most incredible dream, and he couldn't help but think of the culprit who was about to travel far----- Wu Niang who made people love and hate.

It turned out that after Wuyi met Cui Po for the first time, she could no longer let go of this young man in white. In three years, as she grew older, her feelings gradually grew. This thought not only did not disappear, but became more and more intense, and it penetrated deeper into the bone marrow and was unable to extricate itself. However, she hurt her life experience and was depressed all day long and thinner. How could Wu Niang not know about her thoughts? She had no relatives. In recent years, she had been with her day and night with her, and loved her like her own sister, and she really didn't want her to follow her old path. Besides, she felt deeply that the young master of the Cui family was good at both knowledge and good matches, so although she was calling for grievances, she had to try her best for her.

Originally, she had already obtained a document for taking off the family for Wuyi from Envoy Liu. However, although Cui Po's family was poor, he was from the Cui family's first family. The Cui family rarely intermarried with a commoner family for a hundred years, let alone a weak family from a lowly family, and even a concubine was not allowed. Therefore, there has been no progress. I wanted to make a plan again, but yesterday I heard that Cui Po was about to go to Beijing. This trip was thousands of miles away, and there were endless variables in the middle, so I was still waiting in a hurry! As a last resort, Cui Po invited to this fragrant residence and arranged it in the quiet "Cuizhu Jingshou".

Condemn the maid to act. The bottle of "Shi Yanchun" wine contains a drug that destroys love. From Wu Niang's perspective, Cui Po must be not the unlucky person who is so lucky. When there is no other way, for the happiness of Wuyi, he can only do this shameless thing to bet. However, what he did not expect was that Cui Po has cultivated himself for several years and was even more able to practice in "Guangji Neijue". His physique was very different, and the time of the drug effect was deviated. As a result, Wu Niang was spared by himself. When Wuyi heard the sound, he came to check it, he was not spared.

However, the result was as Wu Niang expected. Although Cui Po felt very awkward, he also agreed to take good care of Wuyi. Wu Niang knew that it was difficult to enter the Cui family's gate for the past century, and it was impossible to be a main room, so she did not force her. However, Wu Niang's own flower book had been transferred to Yangzhou by Liu Envoy, and she was about to set off. She could no longer take care of Wuyi. It was even more inappropriate to stay in Piaoxiangju, so Cui Po took her home. Cui Po was about to go to Beijing, and there were only three women in the family, so it would not attract a lot of gossip.

When she returned home, she had to explain that in order to cherish her weak-blooded, Cui Po said that she had done this wrong thing in a moment of drunkenness. Cui's mother was originally kind-hearted, but she saw that the weak-blooded appearance was beautiful and had a quiet personality. She was already at this point and did not want her son to make things difficult for her. Although she could not let go of her humble origins, she did not make any bad words. On the contrary, the pomegranate and loquat saw that the young master had just gone out for a day and brought back a beautiful woman with a beautiful appearance. She also did such shameful things. She didn't know what it touched, but they were kind-hearted and did not make any special moves.

Five days later, because Jingye took Sirong Yun to travel without returning, Cui Po only went up the mountain to say goodbye to his master and two senior brothers. He had to give him a detailed advice. The master gave him a letter of recommendation to the Guanzhu of Chongtang. The eldest brother Jingyun gave him many essential pills for traveling far away. As for the second brother Jingfeng, he gave him two hard punches and a sentence: "Junior brother, don't be bullied when you go out and walk, and you will lose your reputation as a senior brother." Cui Po was so amused and crying.

After bidding farewell to the master's sect, Cui Po went to the patriarch and his husband's house again, and nothing happened. He went to get along with the Lian Qianma, who was named "Huahua" by the pomegranate. Because he had the skill of light body technique, he naturally quickly mastered the horse-controlling technique. Although he was not good at it, he could still travel far.

The only embarrassing thing was that he didn't know how to get along with Wuyi. Although he was angry in his heart, he was also extremely pitiful of her life experience. Moreover, he felt her deep affection for herself. The three things were about to be separated as soon as she had skin. Even if it was not what he wanted, he could not help but feel guilty. But after all, the two of them had been together for too short. Although Cui Po had an appreciation for her, he had no affection between men and women. Now that he suddenly had such an intimate relationship, how should he get along with her? Cui Po was very worried. This mood continued until the day he left for Beijing.

The tenth spring of the 10th year of Dali, outside the Dingzhou city, the ten-mile long pavilion on the banks of the river

Outside the long pavilion, willows are swaying. Between these willows, the peony flowers are blooming brightly, and Cui Po is still wearing a coarse Confucian uniform. Although the style of this Confucian uniform remains unchanged, in order to make it easier to travel far, there is more tightness in the sleeves of the robe and the waist and abdomen. Although it lacks the elegance, it is more agile and heroic.

Those who are sad and intoxicated are just a difference!

I had already said the words to remind you countless times last night. When I was separated, I was filled with sadness and was speechless. I was still saying a word, but I was afraid that tears had flowed before I could say it.

Cui Po also looked at his mother and three others with tears in their eyes. Although he had been suppressed for a long time and was eager to fly freely in this novel and vast world outside, this place is his only "home" in his future life. Only here can there be the most sincere warmth in the world. How can he feel when he gets together for four years and parting for one day?

Cui Poqiang pressed the separation in his heart, bowed and knelt in front of his mother, bowed three times, and all his reluctance and affection were all included. Then he got up and came to the pomegranate and loquat, looked at them deeply, and in their surprised eyes, he stretched out his hand to hug the two girls tightly, and gently reminded them in their ears: "Take good care for your mother and take good care of yourself."

After hesitating for a moment, he finally walked gently to Wuyi, who was standing aside, and saw Wuyi eating. The river wind blew, his clothes were floating and he was about to lift. He was full of love on his face. He was really weak and pitiful.

At this time, she was holding a willow branch that broke from the tree beside her. Seeing Cui Po approaching, she said to herself: "I've been very happy these days. I finally saw the place where Cui Lang grew up. I have imagined everything here for a long time in three years! I finally saw it today, but it's a pity that I can't comb Cui Lang's hair once. I've practiced for a long time!" At this point, the weak-clothed face showed endless regret.

After a while, she was slightly ecstatic and said again: "I know that Shiyilang will inevitably despise my aunt and me, but I am very grateful to her. Even if I don't have the grace of care for these years, I will thank my aunt for allowing me to live under the same roof with Cui Lang for these days. When I was a child, my mother once asked the Taoist priest from Wangwushan to live a lifelong misfortune and opportunity for me, but my mother always doesn't want to tell me. Today I fully understand that even if there is no good result in the future, it will be fate! I must not blame others." When she said this, her beautiful face showed a trace of unstoppable sadness.

Before Cui Po could express it, Wuyi handed the willow branch in his hand to him and said slowly: "The willow tree is the most easy to live. No matter north or south, you can survive. When you go to the mountains and rivers, I only hope that Shiyilang can be as safe as this spring willow; in addition, Liuliu is homophonic, I hope that Langjun knows that in Wuyi's heart, I really hope that I can never stay away from Shiyilang, so I don't have to bear this heart-wrenching pain of separation." At this time of separation, she no longer spoke as shy as before, but just stared at Cui Po and told all the deep affection in her heart. When she said the last thing, although she tried her best to endure and was unwilling to cry, Yingying's tears could no longer be controlled and slid down. Cui Po felt sad and moved again, and suddenly stepped forward, hugged her tightly in her arms, wanted to say something, but she could not make a sound in her mouth.
Chapter completed!