The bright moon sits on the ground

Ji Wanghe didn't listen to any persuasion at all.

Seeing that he was determined, Nie Qiu drank An Picai's glass of wine and stopped talking, so he didn't bring up the matter again.

In fact, the person who cared about this matter was not Fang Qisheng, but Nie Qiu.

He had heard Fang Qisheng briefly talk about Song Xu and Song Cunyin's affairs before, including how Song Cunyin died, and how Song Xu went all the way to the main helm to confront Chang Jinyu. He had heard about it.

Then,? He felt that this matter was not that simple.

After sending Xuanwu Sect's disciples to investigate, they found out that Song Cunyin was still Ji Wanghe's adopted son.

Ji Wanghe is a selfish and narrow-minded person. Who touched his cat? Who broke his clothes? Who broke his vase? Who cares what he wants? It's clear, just wait for Qiu Hou to settle the score.

So after so many years,? He has no intention of finding a partner at all.

After all, he has never been willing to give selflessly and give his own things to others for nothing, let alone live with other people.

When Song Xu took a little gadget from him, he talked about it for several days.

But Song Cunyin's jade pendants, hairpins, and the cloth used to make clothes were mostly given by Ji Wanghe.

In other words, apart from Song Cunyin, who had been dead for many years, Ji Wanghe never cared about anyone else.

Although there are shortcomings in this matter,? But it is irreversible, and it is also expected by Nie Qiu.

Today, only the Suzaku sect among the four sects of the Demon Cult is reluctantly declaring surrender, which will definitely have a bad impact on what Fang Qisheng does in the future. Ji Wanghe is also very likely to stand up and make trouble when the main helm is in chaos. There was a commotion, so Nie Qiu originally just wanted to take this opportunity to see if there was room for resolution of the matter, but Ji Wanghe couldn't listen to him at all.

Since he couldn't listen, there was no need for Nie Qiu to force him into thinking, so he simply stopped talking.

He didn't want to persuade Ji Wanghe, but just wanted to say, I know you hate Chang Jinyu and Fang Qisheng, and I also know that you can't forgive, it involves life and death, there is no need to forgive, and Fang Qisheng never thought of asking you to forgive, you two Not owed.

So tonight, turn your sorrow into wine and drink it up, turn it into flowing water with the moonlight, and forget the past for a while.

Nie Qiu thought, after all, he was used to staying on the right way, and he liked to meddle in other people's business, especially about Fang Qisheng.

The cup was full of sake, reflecting the ripples, and looked very quiet under the moonlight, while he raised his glass to Ji Wanghe, saying unrelated words: "It's not for anything else, just to respect this A safe place."

Then he raised his head and drank the wine in the glass like Ji Wanghe did before.

Fang Qisheng stroked the rim of the glass, raised the wine glass slightly, and said in a low voice, "I also respect the moonlight."

Zhou Ru thought for a while and said, "Respect the Devil's Cult, and may the Demon's Cult's future be bright and prosperous for a hundred years."

He still didn't dare to drink all the wine in the glass, but took a few sips in a symbolic way.

The one in Duan Que's cup was different from theirs. It was filled with blood wine, exuding bursts of fishy smell. She held up the cup calmly and said, "To the troubled times, to the fresh blood." Immediately, she also drank the blood wine in the cup .

Shi Huang was holding a wine bowl, with one leg propped up and the other crossed, drunk, he said, "To the strongest in the world."

"To the unknown future." An Pi just drank the cool tea.

Xuan Wu, who had been silent all this time, carefully pulled down his mask to expose his lips, and handed over the wine glass to his lips. His voice was still hoarse and low, but with a rare softness, he said, "Respect to everyone here."

Ji Wanghe was stunned when one and two of them suddenly started toasting. After the last Xuanwu finished speaking, everyone turned their attention to him, and he began to rejoice that he was dressed brightly today.

But he didn't even mention himself a word, his face was full of reluctance, but his eyes were focused and serious, he closed his wide sleeves, didn't look at anyone present, just raised his wine glass, looked at Lang Lang Mingyue, and said softly ——

"Respect Song Xu, respect Song Cunyin."

When these two names were said, Ji Wanghe belatedly felt a strange yet familiar feeling.

It's been too long since he mentioned these two people, and even saying their names feels like a world away.

On the day when Song Cunyin was found dead, Song Xu fell on the bedside to hug Song Cunyin, his voice was trembling, and he was speechless for a long time. Song Xu's wife was tearful and choked up with tears, while Ji Wanghejiu stood at the door, looking at the scene in the room. Jing Jing felt like an outsider, because everyone was crying, wouldn't that make him seem cold-blooded and ruthless.

But he couldn't move, couldn't look away, just looked at it, feeling as if his own flesh had been forcibly gouged out, and the scab would never form, never heal, never fill up, and the pain was overwhelming. there.

He thought that when he said the three words "Song Cunyin" again, he would feel that unbearable pain again.

However, after many years, when he said the name, there was only one picture in his mind.

Ji Wanghe doesn't like to join in the fun, and doesn't care what other people are doing. He only knows that the town is very lively that day, but what does it have to do with him?He washed it early, removed the makeup on his face, and was about to change his clothes when there was a knock on the window. It was a trick Song Cunyin always liked to play.

He opened the window and took a look. The young man was lying on the window sill and tilted his head to look at him. Putting the ground gem into it, it is bright and clear, it is a bright light in the middle of the night, and then the small, bright light said coquettishly to him: "Brother Ji, will you accompany me to the lantern festival?"

Song Cunyin died, and his lamp was also extinguished, and it could no longer be lit.

Maybe he was drunk, Ji Wanghe thought, otherwise why his eyes were blurred, his heart was heavy, but his thoughts became clearer, as if he was stepping on the clouds lightly, making him forget his past and the past in the wind middle.

He shook the wine glass, watching the reflection in the glass shatter into thousands of pieces of floating light, and then drank the bitter fruit wine into his throat.

Ji Wanghe put down his wine glass, and didn't look at the rest of the people anymore. He thought, if the makeup on his face was all over, it should be ugly, so he had to go back quickly, but he didn't move, just laughed sullenly, and read Said: "And you must drink fine wine and ride the moon to get drunk on the high platform."

But the fun in the wine should not be passed on to the awake ones.

This situation, when drink a white.

So Nie Qiu filled a glass of wine for him, and each went to drink.

Those who cry cry, those who laugh laugh, and at most they get drunk.

No one knows how much alcohol they drank, and in the end, perhaps only An Pi, who hadn't even touched a drop, was fully sober.

Shi Huang held his cheeks with his hands, his eyes were slightly closed, he was drunk, and fell into a light sleep; Xuanwu stood aside, blowing cold wind, so as to keep himself absolutely calm and awake; A person can talk for a long time, and what they say is nonsense. The lack of money and the difficulty of righteousness are all his daily worries; Pull him back when he walks away.

Nie Qiu felt dizzy, but it was not uncomfortable, it was the kind of dizziness that made people feel happy.

He took a deep breath, leaned lazily on Fang Qisheng's shoulder, and hooked his hair with his fingers.

Fang Qisheng looked down at him and said, "Are you drunk?"

Nie Qiu was very frank: "A little bit, you drink more than me, you should be more drunk than me."

After finishing speaking, he raised his arm, casually pointed to the low mountain where his eyes fell, and asked, "Is that mountain where you used to fly kites? Is the wind cold that night?" ? Is the rain heavy? Have you been discovered by Master Chang?"

The mountain he was referring to was lying quietly in the middle of the night, and the mountain was empty, blending with the surrounding trees into the splash-ink landscape painting.

This person doesn't speak until he speaks, and when he speaks, he throws questions one after another.

Fang Qisheng pressed the center of his eyebrows and said, "Ask me one by one."

"Then, every time you ask a question, you have to give me a kiss before I answer."

Nie Qiu was shocked to realize that Fang Qisheng was not slightly drunk, he was so drunk that he was unconscious, but he looked the same after he was drunk, his tone of voice and demeanor were normal, and he didn't let go of him until he said this. The matter came to light.

He looked up, and An Pi gave him a friendly nod, got up and walked to Xuan Wu's side to watch the scenery together.

But Duan Que saw that he looked embarrassed, stretched out his hand and gently pulled Zhou Ru, who was talking non-stop, and said, "Don't worry about Protector Nie. Zhou Ru's drunk appearance is similar to Fang's leader, and even worse. I'm used to it."

Then she rolled her eyes and reminded: "Master Ji, I saw you poured medicine into my cup."

Ji Wanghe: "Tsk."

Since no one else minded, Fang Qisheng stared straight at him again, so Nie Qiu had no choice but to put down his face, go to coax Fang Qisheng, and ask him the first question: "Is that mountain the back mountain of the Demon Sect? You used to be Fly a kite there."

When he leaned over and kissed him, Fang Qisheng opened his golden mouth and replied, "Yes."

"Was there a lot of wind and rain that night? Were you discovered by Master Chang later?"

Two more strokes, one touch and it is as soft as a feather.

Fang Qisheng was very obedient, answering every question: "Little rain, it's a bit cold, but it's not enough to make people drenched thoroughly. At that time, I was running and flying a kite. Before I had fun, I turned my head and bumped into Chang Jinyu's body." In his arms, he carried him back and beat him up."

After Nie Qiu listened to it, he just smiled. It was hard for him to imagine how a reckless young man was reluctantly brought back to the Demon Cult and his kite was confiscated. At that time, Fang Qisheng must have been very cute. If he had the chance to see Enough.

Then Nie Qiu was knocked on the forehead by Fang Qisheng, and he asked dissatisfiedly: "You still laugh after I was beaten up?"

After a pause, he asked again: "Have you never been beaten by your master before?"

"I was not naughty when I was young, and I was very obedient. What's more, my senior sister would protect me."

Nie Qiu smiled and leaned into Fang Qisheng's arms, as soft as if his bones had been pulled out. With nothing to do, he went around his hair and pointed him in the direction, but the night was so dark that he couldn't see far at all. anything in place.

He said: "Shenyun Pavilion is in that direction. The mountains are high and the land is dangerous. It can be regarded as a fairyland on earth. If there is a chance, I will take you there."

Fang Qisheng asked, "Is this an invitation?"

Nie Qiu replied, "It's a promise."

The author has something to say: "You must drink good wine and get drunk on the high platform under the moon." From Li Bai's "Drinking Alone under the Moon-Part [-]"

"But you have the fun in wine, don't pass it on to the sober." From Li Bai's "Drinking Alone under the Moon-Part [-]"