The spring of that year was very cold.

The girl with black hair quietly packed the package.

"Will you come back after going out this time?" the old man looked at her and whispered.

Xue Ling looked back at the other party, then smiled and shook her head: "I won't come back!"

"Young women are not allowed to stay in college." Xue Ping smiled: "Where is that kid? Have you found out?"

"No." Xue Ling said quietly.

"Where are you going to find it in that huge sea of ​​people?" Xue Ping asked.

There is a vast sea of ​​people, and it is difficult to find a needle in a haystack. If you pursue that obsession, you may have to wander around the world for countless years.

Xue Ling looked at her old father with a look of disgust.

"I didn't find it, but the letter has arrived."

Xue Ping was a little dumbfounded for a moment.

"Get out of here!"

Xue Ling did not leave.

She just stepped forward, hugged her old father around the waist.

"Well, dad takes care of himself."

"It's great that you're alive."

Xue Ling said softly.

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From that year on, a legend began to circulate in the world.

Legend has it that there is a magical inn called Xiaohun.

This inn is floating like a duckweed in the rivers and lakes. Maybe today it opens in Yanjing, tomorrow it opens back to Luocheng, and the day after tomorrow it opens in Yingtian Mansion.

Maybe one day it will travel far across the ocean and fly somewhere where birds don’t poop.

Anyway, the inn keeps changing, only the people never change.

When this inn opens, the first guest who enters it can fulfill any wish, whether it is an unparalleled magic weapon, a peerless martial arts that is rampant in the world, or a panacea for resurrecting the dead, or something.

Or you just want to have a good meal, this inn can meet your requirements. It is said that every young talent who rises to fame in the world has the shadow of Xiaohun Inn behind him.

Some people say that this inn itself is the greatest opportunity in this world.

However, some people don't think so.

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"Next time, tell your master that you have to pay for the wine." The man with his eyes covered with black cloth said angrily to the little girl with red lips and white teeth.

"My master said, deduct it from her wages!" the little girl said confidently.

The little girl was dressed in white, with only a crimson sword on her waist.

It's okay if I don't say this, but when I mention this man, he gets angry: "Her wages have been deducted long ago!"

"Really?" The little girl looked incredulous: "My master said that you owe her a lifetime of wages, which is enough for her to buy endless wine until your inn closes down."

"This is not the reason why she drives child labor." Fang looked at the little girl.

It is really unclear how much wages Shang Jiuge owes to Shang Jiuge, so much so that the Huashan junior sister-in-law, who has become the head of Huashan, often sends her only female disciple down the mountain to fight.

Wine, and never paid for it.

If there is no money to pay, then of course there will be no money to buy wine.

It is euphemistically called Jianghu Experience.

"Master said that this is how she got here back then," the little girl said seriously.

"So this is your practice?" Fang Bie sighed: "Give her a drink!"

Before he finished speaking, someone handed over a red gourd.

It fell heavily on the table.

"There's no need for such a good wine!" Fang Bie was furious: "The worst one will be fine."

"It's a gift from me." He Ping said calmly.

"I knew Sister Ping was the best!" Huanxi rushed up and hugged He Ping: "I want to eat, I want to eat! I'm starving, I want to eat!"

"Look." Fang Bie sighed: "The future number one swordsman is so hungry that he looks like this. This is all that guy's fault."

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Xie Ru looked up at the sky.

It didn't rain today.

It didn't rain yesterday either.

Since it didn't rain yesterday and it didn't rain today, why hasn't he come back yet?

Maybe, he doesn't want to come back.

Since she never wanted to come back, why did she bring her here again?

Could it be that she was asked to come here to liven up the house just because it was too lifeless?

While I was thinking this, there was a sudden sound outside the door.

Sheng Junqian walked in carelessly and glanced at Xie Ru: "Why are you looking out the window again? Could it be that someone made you angry?"

Xie Ru bit her lip.

He gave him a hard look.

Then he said softly: "Are you hungry? I'll give you something to eat."

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There will always be endless misty rain in Jiangnan.

Ningxia holds an umbrella and walks in the misty rain in Jiangnan.

Sometimes she would sit in that inn.

But it's just a matter of sitting.

She does not belong to that inn, and that inn does not belong to her. We meet by chance in the world, and sometimes we never meet again after meeting each other.

At least, she could sit for a while and continue walking in the mist.

"What did you say to him that day?" Sometimes Hei Wu would ask her this question.

Ningxia never answered the other party.

Because she would never tell anyone in her life, she said to that person at that time.

"I want a child."

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Sitting high on the dragon throne during the Dragon Boat Festival, he did not believe in Taoism and only chanted the Buddha's name.

Princess Yongning, who is older than herself, is actually her niece. This is something she never wants to admit in her life.

Being an emperor is indeed much more troublesome than being a monk. Just looking at the three palaces and six courtyards, one Dragon Boat Festival is bigger than the other two.

But compared to his father, at least he has one good thing.

That is, he is more willing to let his people live a better life, rather than everything being fine as long as they don't starve to death.

But sometimes when he closes his eyes, he still remembers the memory of reciting the Diamond Sutra in the guest room that day.

When he remembered it, he would recite two more lines of the Diamond Sutra, and then he would be asked by the concubine beside him: "Your Majesty, what were you reciting just now?"

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Huo Ying stayed at the Xiaohun Inn. She grew some medicinal herbs and made some pills.

Sometimes I go out to practice medicine, and sometimes I just stay at home and read.

She is a very homely person. If she can, she can read books for a lifetime. If there are good novels in these books, then she will be much happier.
To be continued...