Qingming solar term, at the beginning of late spring.

The moon is like a bright mirror, and the silver light shines. The willows in the courtyard of Xiaohun Inn hang down, and the shadows are like algae and lingering.

Xue Ling looked at the full moon outside the window frame, forgot the time, and sighed: "Qingming Festival is here."

It rains heavily during the Qingming Festival, and there is no rain tonight, but Xue Ling's heart is particularly chaotic.

She couldn't sleep anyway, so she could only get up, dress and shoes, and walk out of the door to Fangbie. Her room was also a clean ear room, less than one meter in size, and could only accommodate a bed, table and chairs. It was difficult to put down other luggage, and it was difficult to make a place to dress up.

Fortunately, she doesn't need to dress up now.

Wearing moon-white hemp shoes, he walked to the courtyard under the moonlight. He saw Fang Bie still wearing black clothes, with cloth strips on his eyes, holding a wooden sword in his hand and slashing the sword under the moonlight. He put away the sword and then drew the sword in a cycle.

His sword moves are clumsy and he can't see any subtlety. The only thing he can praise is that his sword is really stable. Every time he falls, his position is exactly the same.

But is this kind of sword technique really useful when facing the enemy? Xue Ling looked at the boy under the moonlight. This was his bee needle. They were about to cooperate to complete the first task, and this task can be regarded as a novice-level task for practicing, whether it is reward or difficulty.

But Xue Ling couldn't see through this person.

At the beginning, he took himself to the wall without any effort, just as natural as a teacher asked a student.

But now when we get along, Xue Ling really feels that Fang Bei is really weak.

When he was a choreographer and a chore in the inn, he delivered the dishes accurately and quickly. The huge inn can be cleaned cleanly. He treated every guest with a cold attitude, but he was really a very capable waiter. However, Xue Ling's chef was very unpopular. Fortunately, even in Luocheng, it was a small shop. There were no ordinary officials and nobles coming to eat and fool ordinary rural villagers. It was fine.

He looked weak in his backhand, poor in forehand, loose steps, and slow reaction. With this, how did he control himself with one move?

Xue Ling couldn't figure it out no matter how she thought about it.

"Are you not asleep yet?" A voice came from behind Xue Ling.

Xue Ling turned around and saw He Ping wearing a loose green dress with a crooked bun, holding a white porcelain wine glass behind her.

The girl shuddered.

"What is this?" She smelled the wine in He Ping's glass.

"Fenjiu." He Ping smiled faintly and said, "It rains heavily during the Qingming Festival, isn't it?"

I would like to ask where the restaurant is? The shepherd boy pointed to Xinghua Village in the distance.

"Peers on the road are about to break their souls." Xue Ling replied: "Sister Ping is not a local?"

"It's just that the world is home. I really don't know where I am from." He Ping reached out and grabbed Xue Ling's hand. Xue Ling felt the fingers of the elder sister's head cold and hard, and then followed her around the main room, climbed the stairs, and arrived at the roof of the inn in a blink of an eye.

I saw a square table on the narrow ridge, with a brown and coarse porcelain wine jar on it, and next to it was a delicate white porcelain wine glass. Such a rough and exquisite combination made Xue Ling a little dazed.

The moonlight is clear, and the wine in the glass is slightly rippling.

He Ping sat on the side of the square table, facing the moonlight, raised her hand to drink all the wine in the glass, her hair was loose, and a piece of snow-white ankles fell from her long skirt.

Only then did Xue Ling realize that the nominal owner of Xiaohun Inn, the actual lady in the Bee Inlet, was so beautiful that she couldn't help but feel ashamed of her.

"Sit." He Ping said.

Xue Ling must not sit down.

"Drink." He Ping pushed a glass of wine in front of her.

"I can't drink." Xue Ling said.

Not only can she not drink, but she is also afraid of saying something after drinking.

"How old are you this year?" He Ping asked.

Xue Ling bit her lip, which should be something she asked knowingly: "Seventeen."

She still said honestly that every year is true and every year is seventeen.

"That's not small." He Ping said: "The year I was an assassin, I just celebrated my sixteenth birthday."

Xue Ling glanced at the bright and stunning young lady under the moonlight. She didn't look big at all now.

"How old are you now?" Xue Ling asked.

"That kid Fang Bie didn't tell you?" He Ping asked back.

Xue Ling shook her head.

"Then did he not let you call me the boss lady?" He Ping continued to ask.

Xue Ling nodded.

He Ping laughed loudly, and the laughter answered in the night sky. The woman's laughter was not as heroic or gentle as gentle, but it just had a different taste.

A few birds that had just returned south were startled in the night sky.

The boy in the courtyard was still practicing his sword.

"I'm twenty-nine this year," He Ping said.

desolate.

Xue Ling shook her head: "I can't see at all."

"After practicing martial arts, people get older, they get slower." He Ping smiled and said, "But sometimes, people are old but their hearts are old."

"I always feel that my heart is getting softer now."

As he said this, He Ping lowered his eyes and looked at the cup in front of Xue Ling.

The wine in the glass is full of wine, which is the best Xinghua Village Fenjiu. This wine is produced in Shanxi and is not a specialty of Luocheng.

"Drink it." He Ping said.

Xue Ling picked up the cup and drank it all. The Fenjiu was soft and sweet when it was in the mouth. However, it was an orthodox distilled white wine, so it was still a spicy fire thread that entered the stomach.

Xue Ling put down the cup and coughed gently, and a red cloud emerged from her pretty face.

He Ping reached over the square table and rubbed Xue Ling's hair: "You are a good girl, I like you very much."

"Now tomorrow, Ning Huaiyuan will pass by Xiaohun Inn. It is the best opportunity to do it. You can help Fang Bie and follow his instructions in everything."

"He is my apprentice and a very reliable person."

"Well, sometimes it's much more reliable than I thought."

Xue Ling nodded with her lip.

"Being an assassin will die at any time. I am one of the longest-lived assassins." He Ping said: "If you live long enough, you will have the day to retire. But you know too much and you will not be able to withdraw from the organization even if you retreat."

"Please live well for me."

Xue Ling didn't know why He Ping said so much to her tonight, but she could only nod and listen.

After all, the boss’s wife at this time was really kind.

"You can have a good sleep after drinking a glass of wine." He Ping said lightly: "You can go back to sleep."

Xue Ling nodded and stood up, the drunkenness rippled in her chest, making her a little confused.

However, there was no problem walking down the ridge. She walked away step by step. Suddenly, He Ping called her: "Wait."

Xue Ling turned around and looked at the assassin under the moon.

"Cooking in the future." He Ping said seriously: "Put less salt."

Xue Ling blushed and muttered, "Why did you tell me now?"

He Ping raised her glass and drank it all, and said with a smile: "Aren't you afraid that you will be shy?"

...

...

He Ping was still drinking under the moon, and just stopped practicing sword under the moon. Xue Ling went back to her room to rest. After a glass of wine, her dream was indeed dark and sweet.

It was not until the moon gradually rose and Xue Ling gradually fell asleep that Fang Bie closed his sword and there was no trace of sweat on his forehead.

He walked up the ridge, looked at He Ping under the moon, took out a white porcelain wine glass from his arms, filled it with it, and then drank it all.

He Ping looked up at the black-haired boy in black: "There is something wrong with this Lin Xue."
Chapter completed!