Willing to change Qingfeng to fight the rivers and lakes

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The sky became more and more gloomy, the sky was filled with bright clouds, but the cold north wind gradually stopped, and scattered snowflakes had begun to scatter.

Yang Jian got up, went to the window and stretched his head to look at the sky, then slowly raised his hand to close the window, and the light in the room suddenly dimmed.

Zhan Zhao rubbed his eyes a little uncomfortable, but Yang Jian had already lit the candles in the hall, and said unhurriedly: "It seems that there will be a heavy snowfall, the so-called people don't keep guests, I think I'm afraid you won't be able to go back to Kaifeng mansion today, do you need to send Chen Xiang to inform your family?"

Although it was noon, it seemed that it was already late at night in the room. Zhan Zhao got up and went to the gate to look around for a while, and sure enough, he saw the dark clouds in the sky, churning and clamoring. But the north wind began to howl in an instant.

Zhan Zhao is a snow-shaved face.

He hurriedly withdrew and went back to the living room, and when he turned his head, he saw Yang Jian looking at him with a half-smile, and couldn't help feeling a little helpless, but said in his mouth: "This snow is coming so fast...don't trouble Chen Xiang to run this trip, I will When I came out, I had already greeted the people in the house, if the second brother doesn't think I'm noisy, I'd like to rest here..."

Yang Jian opened a crack in the door, looked at the snow outside, and said lightly: "I don't dislike you, I'm afraid you won't be free..."

Zhan Zhao was a little taken aback when he heard the words, and after thinking about it, he couldn't speak well, and smiled awkwardly without saying a word.

But Yang Jian showed his face instantly and said: "I have already smelled the aroma of the food wafting from the kitchen, now the sky is dark and snowy, it's best to have a drink, how about it?"

Zhan Zhao followed suit with a childish smile, and said, "Very good!"

Yang Jian swept his eyes and said, "Let's go."

The aged Fen wine that has been scalded is mellow and elegant. Zhan Zhao no longer remembers how many cups he drank. At first he drank cup by cup, and then he began to drink bowl after bowl. All of a sudden, his energy was soaked in the wine, and his whole body Indulging in nothing, only knowing that the mellow wine burns down the throat like fire and burns the chest and abdomen.

Zhan Zhao's face was flushed and drunk eyes were blurred, his eyes couldn't find the focal length, but he insisted on grabbing Yang Jian's arm, and his words were still clear: "Second brother, why didn't your face change after drinking so much? A little drunk..."

Yang Jian was a little amused, seeing Zhan Zhao's wine drunk to the extreme, he thought he was a big man, who knew that Zhan Zhao, who had only drank a catty and a half catty, started to blush, although Yang Jian sealed the mana and his drinking capacity was greatly reduced, But it's not a problem to drink such a wine with confidence even if you drink a lot of it.

Chen Xiang supported Zhan Zhao at the side, looked at Yang Jian, and said, "How can you be drunk when Uncle Zhan speaks so clearly?"

Zhan Zhao looked back at Chen Xiang, patted him and said, "I know I'm drunk, it's true, you see, if you weren't there to support me, I'm afraid I wouldn't even be able to sit still... I speak clearly, but That's all I can say..."

Chen Xiang wanted to laugh but didn't dare, so she had to endure it, looked at Yang Jian and said, "Uncle..."

But Yang Jian didn't seem to hear it, poured himself a glass, and murmured: "Xiaoyu's craftsmanship is getting better and better, I think if she has been serving her for a year to make her tongue tricky, I'm afraid I don't want to do it." Back to the gods..."

But Zhan Zhao heard it all at once, approached Yang Jian again and said, "... Where are the gods...Second brother has never been mediocre..."

Yang Jian raised his hand to support Zhan Zhao, and saw that he was almost close to his cheek, and the strong aroma of wine was expelled from his mouth, spreading on his skin. I wonder if it was because of the swell of alcohol, but Yang Jian's face turned red and he started to have a fever.Zhan Zhao shook his whole body and leaned on Yang Jian's shoulder, stroking Yang Jian's chest weakly with his palm, and whispered: "Second brother is good at everything, but he is too indifferent, making others feel powerless to get close..."

Yang Jian felt flustered in his heart, and hurriedly grabbed Zhan Zhao's hand. Zhan Zhao's palm was hot, and Yang Jian couldn't help shaking slightly because it was hot all of a sudden.Zhan Zhao struggled a few times without breaking away, but his whole body softened.

Yang Jian said in his heart: "Light?! So that's how you see me..." Yang Jian felt a little funny in his heart, if Zhan Zhao knew who he really was and what he had done, he would still evaluate himself like this ?People nowadays just listen to those things that are so violent that the sky collapses and the earth almost shatters the entire Three Realms as legends. Who takes it seriously?

What price did I pay to calm down my boiling blood? !

Yang Jian smiled wryly.

As if feeling the ups and downs in Yang Jian's heart, Zhan Zhao raised his head to look at Yang Jian, but his already drunk eyes were blurred and scattered, but he still spoke clearly: "The indifferent I said didn't mean that the second brother was too indifferent, but that he was too indifferent. Feeling that the second brother must have experienced some unforgettable things that were precipitated by the years, he is open-minded and indifferent... It must be a very tragic thing, and it must have been settled for a long time, but the second brother is only so old, how can he put those ups and downs away? The mundane things all melt into some floating clouds and dust..."

Surprised by Zhan Zhao's keen senses, Yang Jian met Zhan Zhao's gaze in a little surprise, but clearly saw Zhan Zhao's already bewildered face. Those words seemed to be just Zhan Zhao's subconscious thoughts, or Zhan Zhao didn't know what he was thinking at all. I don't know what I'm talking about anymore.

Chen Xiang looked at Zhan Zhao and then at Yang Jian, and murmured: "Uncle, do you want to..."

Yang Jian frowned slightly, and said, "Go and help Xiaoyu, I'll come here..."

Chen Xiang still wanted to say something, but seeing that Yang Jian didn't even raise his head, his expression and attention were all focused on Zhan Zhao, so he didn't say anything, lowered his head and went out.

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