As soon as Song Qianwei walked into a restaurant, the waiter greeted her warmly.
"Sir, would you like to stay in a hotel or stay in a hotel?"
Song Qianwei casually ordered: "Come to the room, then boil some hot water and bring it in."
"Okay, let's get a room together."
The waiter turned around and shouted loudly to the counter, then turned around and said politely: "Sir, please come this way."
As he spoke, he made a guiding gesture towards the stairs.
Song Qianwei followed the waiter upstairs without comment.
After entering the room, she took out a silver coin and threw it to the waiter as the room fee.
"By the way, after heating the hot water, bring some snacks and a jug of wine."
The waiter looked at the fineness of the silver, weighed it with his hands, and smiled more attentively: "Okay, please wait a moment, sir."
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Within the guest room.
Song Qianwei got up from the bathtub, wiped off the water, reached for the new clothes on the shelf, covered her explosive and beautiful figure, then took a slender rope, and simply tied up the clothes that were still a little wet.
Hair pulled together.
She walked barefoot to the table and sat down. She picked up the wine bottle, poured herself a glass of wine, and drank it all in one gulp.
"well……"
After a long sigh, a trace of loneliness appeared on his heroic face.
It's been almost two years.
It has been almost two years since she left Yanque Pass. During this time, she walked and stopped in Dali, and finally returned to the place where she originally left.
Beijing.
It was as prosperous as ever, but when Song Qianwei returned this time, it felt a little different.
The underground organization that used to report to the group for warmth was wiped out before he left last time, and Prince Yu's Mansion became an empty house.
She seemed to have returned to her childhood in the huge capital city, but she didn't know where to go. But the difference from that time was that this time she would not live on the streets again.
Song Qianwei's eyes fell on the packages on the bed.
In the few months she followed His Highness Prince Yu, in addition to getting to know some people, her life was also unknowingly no longer embarrassed by such yellow and white things as money.
Those money are not just things that come from abroad.
During those days in Yanque Pass, although she lived in the General's Mansion, most of the money was the normal remuneration she received in the process of suppressing bandits and protecting Xizi.
She never asked for a penny of money that didn't belong to her.
Although His Royal Highness Prince Yu is very generous, he never forces her to violate his own principles.
Others are bounties and rewards obtained after performing heroic acts in the past two years.
Although there is no shortage of food and drink, Song Qianwei feels like her heart is empty in the past two years.
Her eyes gradually became blurred, as if they were falling on someone far away across time and space.
Originally, after Song Qianwei left Yanque Pass, she thought that with time and distance, she would be able to slowly let go of the unwanted feelings in her heart. However, after leaving, she discovered that she was wrong.
It seems that the older the wine, the more intoxicating it is.
During the time she left Yanque Pass, with the passage of time and the distance, the figure in her heart not only did not fade, but became more vivid.
In the past, she would only dream of His Highness Prince Yu when she was asleep, but now even when she is awake, His Highness Prince Yu's smile often appears in her mind.
Although she was traveling aimlessly, she always instinctively pursued information about His Royal Highness Prince Yu.
After two years of traveling, Song Qianwei suddenly discovered that after her sister Ruoqing broke through the fog in her heart, she had fallen deeply into this relationship and could not extricate herself.
The figure who was thinking about her day and night came to mind again at some point, and she murmured to herself: "With the care of my two sisters, Your Highness should be able to live a good life."
Although she knew that she was in love, Song Qianwei kept telling herself that she could no longer interfere in their lives.
She envied Xizi's boldness, but she was not Xizi.
For Song Qianwei, Wang Ruoqing and His Royal Highness Prince Yu are equally important to her, and she cannot take away what belongs to sister Ruoqing.
Now, Xizi has already divided His Highness Prince Yu's love for Sister Ruoqing. It would be too unfair to Sister Ruoqing if she were to be added to the list.
Before she knew it, she had finished the full bottle of wine on the table.
A little bit of drunkenness welled up in her heart, but Song Qianwei did not use her energy and blood to dispel the drunkenness. Let her be free and willful today.
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Night was approaching, but because the curfew had not yet arrived, the streets were still very lively, and the colorful lights almost gave the entire capital a hazy glow.
After Song Qianwei drank the first bottle of wine, she asked the waiter to bring another jar of wine.
The untouched meal was already cold, so she didn't care about it. Instead, she leaned against the open window with the wine jar in her arms, watching the lanterns in the capital come on, lost in thought.
Returning to the capital this time is to give myself a complete farewell to the past.
Since it starts from the capital city, it would be fine to end from the capital city.
As for where to go after tonight, Song Qianwei has not decided yet. As long as she leaves the capital and stays away from Yanque Pass, it doesn't really matter where she goes.
…
Song Qianwei never lit candles, so until the curfew time, even the guards patrolling the streets did not notice that in a guest room with the sign of Mingyue Tower, a drunken woman had been leaning against the window, watching them come and go.
Go go.
It went on like this until midnight, when the wine jar was at its bottom.
When she raised the wine jar to her mouth again, Song Qianwei realized that there was no more wine in it, and the last two drops of wine fell into her mouth after holding on for less than a breath.
Smashing it in her mouth, she shook the wine jar with some disappointment.
But it seems that time is almost up.
Song Qianwei placed the wine jar on the ground, stood up somewhat staggeringly, then untied her cloak and let it fall to the ground.
While the waiter was bringing the wine, she had already changed her clothes.
Under the cloak, the tight-fitting night gown highlighted her beautiful figure.
Covering the lower half of her face with a towel, Song Qianwei jumped up and left the guest room through the window. Taking advantage of the patrol of the guards, she landed lightly on the roof not far away.
Maybe I drank too much, and I almost made a mistake at the last moment after performing countless actions.
Song Qianwei is best at Qinggong, and her current cultivation level has reached the late acquired stage.
Therefore, although she almost fell off the roof, she resolved the crisis with a smooth turn just by the slight contact between her toes and the roof tiles.
Although she could ignore it even if she fell due to her cultivation level, it would probably alert the patrolling guards.
After calming down for a while, Song Qianwei kept jumping on the eaves under the moonlight.
And her goal is Prince Yu's Mansion, which has become an empty house.