"For me, if I don't have a husband in the future, whether I am an immortal or a demon, it will be a nightmare!"
Without Zhang Heng's time, for Zhu Qing, she would rather not have anything.
For a moment, Qingyin didn't know what to say.
In the end, she had no choice but to take over the inner alchemy and wait until the time came, she handed over the inner alchemy to Zhang Heng.
When it was getting darker, Zhuqing's food was cooked.
Four people sat around the small table.
But no one touched the delicious food on the table.
Zhang Heng took Zhu Qing's hand and patted it gently: "Pick the jar of wine under the pear tree."
"Husband, you..." Zhu Qing was surprised.
The slaughter of daughter Hong buried under the pear blossom tree was buried by her hands together on the day they got married.
Zhang Heng also joked that he must wait until the tenth anniversary is over before taking it out and drinking.
But now...
"Go and get it! There is a distinguished guest here today. I want to have a drink with you. You can drink it later." Zhang Heng had a warm smile on his face.
This made Zhu Qing feel a little unreal, and his guilt and discomfort became even stronger.
Zhu Qing didn't know that Zhang Heng had already known everything, and just wanted to make up for her in the last thing so that she would not feel so uncomfortable to leave.
Soon, Zhuqing brought in a jar of wine from outside the house.
There is the fragrance of soil at the edge of the jar. Remove the seal and open the lid, and a strong aroma of wine is swaying.
Before I could drink, I was drunk.
"Good wine, good wine!" Zhang Heng took a deep breath of drunken fragrance and exclaimed happily, "Zhuqing, fill it up quickly."
"Yes." Zhu Qing bit the corner of his inner lip lightly, endured the pain in his heart, took out four big bowls and poured them all over.
Zhang Heng picked up one of the cups and said to Lian: "I respect this cup for the young master."
After saying that, he glanced at Lian deeply, raised his neck, and drank the wine in the bowl.
Lian picked up a bowl and drank it with her neck.
"Okay! The young master is indeed a person with temperament. OK! Come on, let's drink another bowl!" Zhang Heng said, and he picked up the jar with difficulty and poured it down on his own.
"Husband, you are not feeling well, drink less." Zhu Qing was worried, really didn't understand why his husband seemed to have become a different person.
Zhang Heng waved his hand and said it was okay. He picked up a bowl and looked at Zhu Qing, "Madam, you and my husband have not drank each other for a long time. Now, drink a bowl of them, how about it?"
Zhu Qing pursed her lips and had to admit that what he said was true.
It seemed that after he got sick, they did not sit together and drank together.
"Okay." Zhu Qing agreed, picked up a wine bowl, and the couple drank each other.
After a bowl of sake, a lifelong marriage will be broken.
Zhang Heng drank several bowls in a row until he finally fell down...
Qingyin couldn't bear to drink, so she had already lying on the table and slept soundly when she drank the first bowl.
At this time, a ray of morning light outside the window shone through the window frame, and the candles on the candlestick burned out at this moment.
Zhu Qing held his ten fingers tightly, and pinched his slender and sharp fingertips into the flesh, but she didn't even notice the pain.
Perhaps for her, the separation was far deeper than this kind of pain.
"The time has come, are you ready?" Lian said calmly, breaking the silence.
Zhu Qing shook, her face turned pale, with obvious panic and nervousness, "I, I..."
She looked at Zhang Heng beside her and lay on the table, "Please give me some more time. I want to serve my husband for the last time."