The Imperial Guard’s Revenge Chapter 54: ：Drunk in Meixiang
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In the spring breeze, the birds and phoenixes sing in harmony at the Qingyang Crossing.
Song Qingqing was drunk, so drunk that she had no consciousness. She was dreaming, and this dream was very real. The figure galloping on her body could not be seen clearly, but she thought it was Liu Mu. The joy of staying up all night allowed her to forget the passage of time. The only thing that made her uncomfortable was the pain in her body. Song Qingqing, who had a dry mouth, opened her eyes, looked around and knew that this was her room. There was still an aftertaste in the dream, but no one was there. She lifted the quilt on her body and revealed Song Qingqing's figure that made people jealous. After she put her hands together charmingly and stretched her body, she was stunned!
Looking at the tight-fitting bellyband, he touched his body with his hands in disbelief. After a while, he revealed a resentful look. After all, this was just a dream. She couldn't figure it out. Logically speaking, no one could fall under her charm. She drank too much last night and she forgot how she got back to the room in the end. She only remembered that she fell into Liu Mu's arms and fell unconscious. Touching her smooth and elastic skin, she felt nothing but deep resentment towards Liu Mu. He was such a strange man who didn't know what he was talking about. It was really fascinating!
After Song Qingqing cleaned up and showed her usual charm, she walked out of the room. He asked the maid waiting outside the door: "How did I get back to my room last night?"
"My lady was drunk last night. It was my servant and Chunshuang who helped my lady back to the room to rest." Although he saw Song Qingqing's spring state last night, subverting his usual image of killing and decisiveness, Xia Yu still did not dare to say Tell the truth and reply selectively.
"Where did the guests who came yesterday rest?" Song Qingqing said a little disappointed when she didn't hear the answer she wanted.
Xia Yu seemed to have remembered something, her expression became a little strange, and she said: "The guests who came yesterday have been drinking there, and they haven't asked for a room to rest."
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A gust of fragrant wind passed to Liu Mu's nose. Although he didn't see anyone, Liu Mu knew it was the scent of a woman. Just when he was about to turn around, a beautiful figure came behind him. At the same time, a pair of soft and boneless slender bodies hugged Liu Mu tightly from behind. The fullness behind her made Liu Mu's body stiffen when he was about to push her away. A soft and charming voice sounded faintly: "You are so cruel. My heart, what should I do?"
"I once whipped a famous horse because I was drunk, for fear that I would be too passionate to be beautiful. Alas! Why bother?" Liu Mu suddenly remembered this sentence for some reason. Although he had not whipped a famous horse while drunk, it did not prevent him from having such a sigh.
If any outsiders notice at this moment, the scene in front of them is so harmonious and peaceful. A woman wearing a light blue dress, with a charming appearance, a slim figure, and a miserable face is putting her head on a sad face. Dressed in white brocade, with a face like a flat lake and a penetrating gaze, the fragrant plum shadows swaying around the man's back are unbelievably beautiful.
"Would you like to accompany me for a walk in the back mountains?" Song Qingqing interrupted Liu Mu's contemplation with a pleading tone.
Liu Mu, who didn’t want to be held like this anymore, wished Song Qingqing would let go of him as soon as possible, and immediately nodded and said: "Okay!" After Song Qingqing let go of his hands, Liu Mu turned around and looked at Song Qingqing, who was pretending to sleep on the table. The two men from Tie Qi said to Song Qingqing, "Let someone serve them some wine!" After saying that, they walked down the attic and walked slowly towards the path in the back mountain.
The back mountain paths of Meizhuang are all paved with blue stones along the mountain road. Every plum tree has been carefully pruned. The all-wood bridges and small waterfalls all tell the elegance of this place. This The environment will destroy people's will to move forward. This is the conclusion Liu Mu came to along the way. There are several shadows in the hut, the wind is chilly, and the ancient plum tree is full of snow. When the two of them walked to a small courtyard of a thatched cottage, Liu Mu couldn't help but read out two verses inserted on the diamond-shaped stone at the door. After reading, he looked at Song Qingqing who was walking side by side with some confusion.
"The brewing method of plum wine came from here. I think the person who lived here must have been a strange person." Song Qingqing seemed to understand Liu Mu's doubts and said aloud. After saying that, he stepped into the small courtyard. The small courtyard is very simple and exquisite. The most conspicuous thing in the small courtyard is the thick plum tree in the east corner. It is blooming beautifully at this time. What distinguishes this plum tree from other plum trees is that It has yellow flowers that are extremely fragrant. It must be the ancient plum mentioned in the poem. There are two stone benches and a stone table placed randomly under the plum blossoms. There is a well with a water pulley on the south side of the yard, and neat stacks of firewood are stacked in the west corner.
Ignoring Liu Mu's looking around, Song Qingqing took the lead and walked towards the closed door. She opened the door and said, "This is the forbidden area of Plum Village. Everything about plum wine is here."
Liu Mu, who was still hesitant about going in, heard that there was everything about plum wine here, and he couldn't help but follow him into the house because he loves wine. The house was as simple as the yard. Opposite the door was a calligraphy and painting of immortals drinking and singing. On the east side of the house were several sparse wine jars. From the smell of wine, Liu Mu knew they were all plum wine. In the west corner of the room is a wooden bookshelf and a bed. The bookshelf is full of various handwritten books. Liu Mu suspects that it belongs to the plum wine that Song Qingqing said.
"This house is called Meixiang, the hometown of plum blossoms!" Just as Liu Mu approached the wine jar and sniffed with his eyes closed, Song Qingqing hugged Liu Mu from behind and said quietly.
"Is it because of that ancient plum?" Liu Mu asked curiously, maintaining his previous posture.
Song Qingqing found a comfortable position with her face against Liu Mu's back, closed her eyes and took a deep breath. The fragrance of plum blossoms mixed with the man's rich breath filled his heart for a moment. After thinking about it for a long time, he said softly: "There was a girl named Zhen Zhen. She loved plum blossoms and used them to brew plum wine. Unfortunately, when the wine was ready, the man she loved died in her arms. It's suicide."
Liu Mu had the illusion that Song Qingqing behind him looked more like the woman named Zhen Zhen at this moment. There is no longer the charm and the drunken spring state, but there is a kind of magic, which is the revelation of true love and nature. With a secret sigh in his heart, Liu Mu really didn't know how to reject the beauty behind him. He turned around and held Song Qingqing's shoulders and said, "Can I still drink?"
"Yes!" Song Qingqing's face heated up, a nice blush appeared, and she nodded gently.
Liu Mu bent down and grabbed a wine jar, took Song Qingqing's soft hand, and walked towards the big bed. I patted the wine seal off the wine jar, looked around and saw that there was no bowl, so I had to lift the wine jar, raised my head to the sky and took a few sips, but the wine juice didn't spill at all. After putting the wine jar down, I wiped my mouth and shouted, "Happy!" "
Song Qingqing was already drunk, intoxicated by Liu Mu's feelings. She took the wine jar with a flushed face and imitated Liu Mu's example and started drinking. However, before she could take two sips, she was not used to it and choked. He started coughing, which made Liu Mu burst into laughter. Most of the jar of wine went down Liu Mu's stomach. In the end, Song Qingqing was sitting in Liu Mu's arms with her little mouth open like a bird waiting to be fed, waiting for Liu Mu to feed her wine, one jar after another. Altar...