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"Sit under the flowers and play the flute several times, and look into the distance against the red wall of silver and gold. It seems that the stars are not last night, for whom the wind dew stands at midnight. The lingering thoughts are pulling out the silkworm cocoon, and the heartache is peeling off the banana. In March and May of the third and fifth years

, it’s a pity that the glass of wine never went away..."

A melodious and soft female voice sounded in the empty courtyard, and along with a sigh, the glass cup was poured from the fingertips, and the wine was red, dripping and splashing on the hem of the plain skirt, like blood.

The woman leaned lazily on the imperial concubine's couch, her soft and thin dress wrapped her graceful and exquisite figure, her skin was so fair that you could almost see the beating blood vessels under the exposed wrist, she was fragile and beautiful.

Her breathing was light and shallow, her beautiful eyes were closed, a pair of slender black eyebrows were lightly frowned, and her mouth was slightly open, as if she was sleeping but not asleep, as if she was awake but not awake.

A pair of steady footsteps approached and stopped beside her.

The woman's eyelashes trembled like butterfly wings, and she slowly opened her eyelids.

There was a flash of coldness and determination in her eyes that was inconsistent with her appearance, like a pure white and delicate flower, but it grew on the top of the coldest and most dangerous snow-capped mountains, so that no one dared to approach it easily.

She raised her eyes to look at the person who came, all the ice and snow in her eyes melted, and a warm smile appeared at the corners of her eyes and eyebrows.

"Feng An, thank you for your hard work."

The man was dressed in black, with his long hair simply tied into a ponytail hanging behind his back. His face was obviously tired after a long journey. After hearing her words, the darkness disappeared, and his dark eyes lit up again.

He curled his lips and smiled, and the woman sat up, making some room for him, and raised her chin to signal him to sit.

"How about it? Is there any new news?"

Feng An didn't sit down. He leaned over and picked up the woman's skirt that was hanging from the floor. His fingertips traced the speckled wine stains, and the traces disappeared in an instant.

During the movement, a piece of silver silk thread slipped out of his sleeve, which was extremely thin and fluttering as if it were alive.

He lowered his eyes and glanced at it with a faint expression, before stuffing it back into his sleeve.

"As Lord Fox expected, things are going smoothly. I believe it won't take long for the big plan to be successful."

The woman couldn't help but smile when she heard this. She clapped her hands happily and said "good" three times in a row.

"It's really great news, Feng An, today you and I will drink together and we won't come home until we get drunk! Come on, bring us the wine!"

As soon as he finished speaking, two figures emerged from the mist holding wine bottles and cups. They were short and thin, with very strange body proportions - their bodies were as thin as bamboo poles, but their heads were as big as the headgear of a New Year painting doll.

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The strangest thing is that the places where their facial features should have been are as empty as white paper. The clothes they are wearing include narrow-sleeved shorts from the Tang Dynasty and gold-woven horse masks from the Ming Dynasty. They are clearly children's clothes.

Despite her figure, the bun on her head is that of a married woman, which looks very inconsistent, like the product of a layman's random combination based on his own intuition.

The woman didn't seem to see anything wrong. She looked at them with a smile. When they came closer, she reached out and pinched their cheeks. She looked at the man quite proudly, her tone of voice unconsciously revealing a bit of girlishness.

Jiaohan.

"Feng An, the two little figures you left for me last time are gone, so I drew new ones myself. How do they go? Does it look good?"

Feng An's eyes froze for a moment, and then he quickly showed an admiring look, "Master Fox's work is naturally many times more beautiful than mine."

The woman received a satisfactory reply, turned away with a smile, and watched them place the utensils neatly on the table.
Chapter completed!