The Life of Locking the Heavy Building is Absurd

The owner of the tavern bent down and picked up the full table of wine bottles, put on a bowl of hot Laba porridge, and gently shook the drunk man: "Master, this is the Laba porridge made by my family, how much do you drink?" point……"

"Poor man!" The proprietress took the empty bottle from the proprietor and put it in a corner of the counter, muttering, "What a handsome young man! Looking at this outfit, he looks like a young master from a rich family. Are we getting drunk in the shop?"

The little boss didn't bother to sit down, took a big gulp of the hot porridge, and let the proprietress chatter by herself, until she could drink to the bottom of the bowl, and then said rudely: "We small people like us are guessing about the big family. What! If you have time to worry about others, why not think about what we will do in the future!"

The proprietress put down her chopsticks and said with a smile, "Then tell me what we can do in the future?"

The boss stretched his waist, and his young face was full of longing: "If you want me to say that I will give some money after two years, we will go back to my hometown and open a bigger hotel. When the time comes, you will have two fat babies. We will leave it to the guys to look at the store during the New Year and holidays, and we will bring our children and parents to have a good holiday..."

The proprietress is not pretty, her cheeks are bulging when she smiles, but she is extraordinarily warm against the soft candlelight: "That's great, the head of the house will listen to you! We will go home in two years..."

Wan Zixiao was not completely drunk, half sober and half fuzzy lying on the table, suddenly heard the word "go home", tears welled up all at once, and wiped them away without a trace: "It's really not Promise! The tears (same tears) were shed for the drowning dog hiding at home, my Wan family ceased to exist ten years ago, so what right do I have to cry now."

The wind chimes at the door rang a few times, and the boss wiped his mouth and greeted him with a smile: "It's so late, would you like to warm up your body with a pot of hot wine first, sir?"

"No need." The speaker nodded slightly, pointed at the drunk man lying not far away, and gestured with all his might: "How much does he owe you for drinking?"

The tall man in a black robe didn't know how long he had been outside, the cold air brought into the shop made the little boss shiver: "That young master gave money..."

Han Jing walked to the table, squeezed Wan Zixiao's coat, frowned, took off the coat and put it on him, and said with a still not clear humanity: "In this case, I will take him away directly, and I will take him away." Don't trouble your boss."

The little boss nodded and said yes, his eyes inadvertently glanced at the jade plaque on Han Jing's waist - the four-clawed python!There are only a few in the whole world who dare to engrave python patterns and gold inscriptions on jade plaques with special gifts from princes and princes, first-rank officials, and meritorious officials.

Except on the stage, when has a commoner seen such a noble person kneeling on the ground with soft legs, his voice trembling even more: "No-no-dare...no-dare !"

Han Jing couldn't help but put the drunk man on his shoulders, and put one hand around his waist, the strength was so great that Wan Zixiao was in pain.

"You let me go..." After being rudely pushed into the carriage, Wan Zixiao pushed back the man beside her, with a vague voice: "I don't want to go back to your Prince Jin Mansion, you let me go..."

"If you don't go back to the palace, where do you plan to go back?" Han Jing searched for Wan Zixiao for a whole day, but he never thought that he would hide in such a remote tavern. After finally finding someone, he encountered such an attitude when he got into the carriage. Unavoidably depressed: "I know you're uncomfortable, but there's something you can't talk about, why do you always like to throw such a childish temper!"

"Children's temper?" Wan Zixiao regained some sense, and said with a sneer, "I, Wan Zixiao, face my grandfather's death in vain and the Wan family's ruin, so I can only throw up my child's temper. Prince Jin, you are so naive!"

Han Jing pretended to be calm, and hugged Wan Zixiao tightly: "Don't listen to that lunatic's nonsense! What happened to the Wan family is indeed my father's confusion. If you want to blame me for your father's fault, just blame me!"

Wan Zixiao gritted her teeth, the veins on her forehead bulged, and desperately tore open the hand around her waist: "How long are you going to lie to me? Han Jing, it's because of your persuasion that my family was ruined! You said Can I hate you! Should I hate you!"

It is not difficult for Wan Zixiao to roughly deduce the cause of the incident based on the few words of the crazy beggar.He is intelligent and calm, but also stubborn and terrifying. What he believes in is that even if he crashes to death against the south wall, he will never turn back.These were the things that Han Jing thought Wan Zixiao was most proud of as a handy weapon, but now the retribution came, the sharp "front" cut open the flesh and pierced straight into the apex of the heart.

Sophistry is just getting darker and darker, Han Jingchang sighed: "Zi Xiao, I was wrong! But I was still young at that time..."

"Let me go!" With the same sentence, Wan Zixiao said bitterly: "Han Jing, I don't want to go back to your palace!"

Really unable to hold him back, Han Jing ordered outside the carriage: "Stop! I'll follow Lord Wan for a walk!"

The carriage had just stopped and did not wait for the coachman to place the collapsed board, Wan Zixiao lifted the curtain and jumped down. The drunken man's legs were weak, and he was not stable when he swayed left and right.Han Jing jumped out of the carriage in one step, stretched out his hand to support Wan Zixiao, and reprimanded softly: "Why are you in a hurry? It's not that you won't let you get off! Jump down in a hurry, what if you fall?"

Wan Zixiao threw off Han Jing unceremoniously, took a few steps forward staggeringly, bowed and bowed: "Your Majesty will send you off late at night, and I will bid you farewell."

Han Jing pretended not to understand, with a flattering smile on the corner of his mouth, his black eyes filled with deep concern for thousands of years: "Zi Xiao, don't run around if you drink too much, this place is far away from the palace, wait You won't be able to find your way back."

Wan Zixiao was too lazy to talk to Han Jing, took off the imposed robe and threw it back, and walked staggeringly along a path by the moonlight.

Han Jing picked up the robe at his feet, shook off the dust and hung it in the crook of his arm, his lips were stretched into a line, and he followed closely behind the drunk man a few steps away.

As soon as the night wind blew, the self-brewed loose wine was delayed, Wan Zixiao walked around like stepping on cotton, the defense line that was firmly in his heart had cracks, gradually expanded and collapsed, and finally became vulnerable.Really unable to resist the deep sleepiness, Wan Zixiao sat down while leaning on the simple earthen wall, hugged her knees and prepared to take a nap.

Snowflakes began to fall in the sky, and the north wind was bitingly cold. Han Jing wrapped Wan Zixiao tightly with the robe in his hand, and turned around to summon the carriage, only to realize that he had sent them away long ago.

Compassionately caressing the cold pale face, Han Jing put him on his back, and said to himself with a wry smile: "I know you don't want me to touch you now, but I can't help it, you can see that there is no car... Zixiao, I don’t know if we will have a chance to be so close again when you wake up... Let me carry you for a while, today is Laba, I promised you, this time we will have a good holiday... "