The moon is white and the dew falls, and the mountains are clear and vast. The bonfire reflects the fragrance of wine, and the elegance and splendor are elegant and luxurious. The recruits bow their heads to drink and eat meat, and look up to chat and enjoy the moon, which has become a unique scenery in Liangzhou Wei.

Mars floated out along the autumn wind, making people wonder if they would burn their clothes. In just a moment, they became fire embers, accompanied by people's low sobs.

Xiaomai sobbed and said, "I have forgotten what my parents look like..."

"I'm even more miserable," Wang Ba said expressionlessly: "I have never seen my parents since I was born."

He Yan: "..." She raised her hand and poured herself a big sip of wine, trying to calm herself down.

It was to comfort her that everyone compared their unsatisfactory things. In the end, they seemed to compare each other with each other, which was worse. Now, the recruits next to them were laughing and laughing, and only they were in a bleak cloud, with a sad wind and rain.

Looking at Xiaomai and Wang Ba who were crying with their heads in their arms, then looking at the young master Jiang Jiaojiang who was drinking alone and red in his eyes. He Yan was speechless. OK, I don’t know who was comforting whom.

Huang Xiong looked at her and said, "Brother He, you have a good alcohol tolerance."

He Yan was stunned and looked down at him. Before he knew it, she had drunk the third bowl. She didn't know how much Miss He had drunk before. I think the weak Miss He shouldn't drink this spicy and pungent spirit with a broken bowl that was missing, but for General Feihong, it was very familiar.

When it is cold, when you feel afraid, when you feel uncomfortable, or when you are hungry, if you have wine at hand, you can temporarily resist the difficult moments. Wine can drive away the cold, boost courage, fill your hunger, and drown your sorrows.

When she was in Shuojing, she didn't drink any wine, for fear of being exposed. When she arrived in Fuyue Army and Mo County, she gradually became a habit. She also practiced her alcohol tolerance, and no one in the young generals and recruits in the tent could drink her. Sometimes, she was the only one who could still wake up at the banquet.

This may be the legendary loneliness and failure.

What surprised her was Shi Tou. She thought that Shi Tou grew up in the mountains and looked strong, and she thought it was because of a good alcohol tolerance. Unexpectedly, before a bowl of wine had been drunk, she fell down and slept soundly - was she drunk?

The remaining half of the bowl of wine he had been taken away by his younger brother Xiaomai, and he fucked with Wang Ba, saying, "I didn't expect that everyone was a worldly person. In this way, I will be a family in the future." After that, I drank it in one sip, and my nose was red by the spicy wine. Then, after only one stick of incense, I lay on my back like his elder brother, drunk.

He Yan: "...It's really my biological brother."

Wang Ba suddenly lost such a drinker, so he took Jiang Jiao's shoulder again, handed Jiang Jiao a skewer of roasted rabbit meat, and said, "Don't just drink wine, come and eat some meat. If your fiancée doesn't choose you, it's because you two have no fate." This is the first time he said it is like human words, "In life, gathering and separation are fate, so there is no need to force it."

Jiang Jiao took his rabbit meat and still drank silently. Seeing this, Huang Xiong smiled. He looked at the moon in the sky and said to himself: "I miss my family."

He Yan took out a month ball from the snack basket that Cheng Lisu gave her. The moon ball was made of a small one, shaped like a diamond flower, with a red "Flower and full moon" written on it. She took a bite and tasted the sweetness of sesame seeds and peach kernels.

"If they were alive, I wouldn't be here, just in the village's hometown," Huang Xiong said: "The food my mother cooks is very delicious, I want to eat the food she cooks."

He Yan lowered his head and ate the cake silently. Huang Xiong asked, "Where are you?" He turned his head and looked at He Yan, "How did you live this time?"

Is the usual Mid-Autumn Festival? He Yan was a little dazed.

Before she joined the army, she was supposed to have spent the Mid-Autumn Festival at He's family. She was just a special identity, and people were watching him everywhere, so she was not very free. She actually liked the bustling time of worshiping the moon, but because she was wearing a mask, it was not convenient. She was an embarrassing existence in He's family. In terms of identity, she was a legitimate daughter's bloodline, but on the other hand, she was neither the big house nor the second house.

When I was in the three years of joining the army in Moxian County, I was worried every day at the beginning. I don’t know when I would die on the battlefield. I don’t even think about reunion in the Mid-Autumn Festival.

Later, she returned to Beijing and married into the Xu family. It was at this time last year that she was already blind.

She was full of hope for the full moon with that man, but she had not yet achieved her hope of becoming a full moon, and she fell into darkness. At that time, she thought she could not get out and would be like this for the rest of her life. On the fifteenth day of August, she asked Xu Zhiheng to take her up the mountain to worship Buddha, hoping that the Bodhisattva would bless her and let her see the light again. Xu Zhiheng agreed.

In fact, that day, she didn't really want to ask the Bodhisattva for blessing.

The tip of her tongue hurt, and she accidentally bit her tongue. The sweet taste was covered with stinging pain. He Yan came to his senses, avoided Huang Xiong's gaze, and said as if nothing had happened: "Just live like this, it's almost the same as now."

"I see you as if I was back then." Huang Xiong drank a sip of wine and said, "You are like me back then."

He Yan smiled and said, "Brother, my family is living well." Even, he lives better than most people.

"But you are unwilling to give up." She heard Huang Xiong's voice and turned her head to look. The bald man's face showed a kind of wisdom and vicissitudes of a middle-aged man who had experienced the wind and frost. He touched the Buddhist beads and said, "You have not revenged your great revenge and are unwilling to give up, so you are always worried and trapped yourself."

He Yan's heart moved and he didn't say anything.

"I don't know what kind of hatred you are," he looked at the moon, "and sometimes your eyes were the same as I was."

He Yan was a little confused. Did she have it? She always thought she had it very well.

"It will be fine one day." The big man lowered his head and patted her on the shoulder: "You have to believe this."

He Yan didn't say anything, silently picked up the wine bowl and drank. Huang Xiong stopped talking and ate meat and drank on his own. Wang Ba was also a little drunk, holding his head and sitting there in the same place, smiling foolishly, while Jiang Jiao buried his head in his knees, not knowing whether he had cried or fell asleep.

...

The coaches also gathered together, eating meat and drinking on the bonfire. After working hard for several days, they finally saw results on this group of recruits. They were all much easier, and Cheng Lisu was also here. He was a young master from the capital and had never experienced this novel way of playing. Even the roasted rabbit leg sprinkled with coarse salt felt extremely delicious. He had already thought of free time to talk to He Yan, but after taking a sip of the wine, he felt his legs were weak and he couldn't walk, and sat back with his butt.

The coaches laughed kindly, and someone said, "Young Master Cheng still needs to practice your alcohol tolerance. This amount of alcohol cannot be my Liangzhou Weierlang!"

"I'm not from your Liangzhou Guards," Cheng Lisu muttered: "I'm just here to have fun."

This child can always make his own "no" justified. If this were the descendants of the coaches, they would have been picked up and beaten up for ten or eight times. But this man was Xiao Jue's nephew, so everyone said, "It's still Mr. Cheng who is open-minded!" "It's not good to drink, so my wife wouldn't allow me to drink! I'll learn from Mr. Cheng!"

"Young Master," Liang Ping asked him, "Will the Governor really come out with us to have fun?"

"Uncle doesn't like too noisy places," Cheng Lisu replied, "I definitely won't come."

Everyone was a little regretful, and some people thought that Xiao Jue was too inhumane. After all, this was Mid-Autumn Festival. The general who didn't even have Mid-Autumn Festival and was too arrogant to have deep feelings with his subordinates.

However, some people don’t mind very much. Ma Damei smiled and said, “If you would rather give the governor some wine and food, it will be hard for a person to feel uncomfortable during the holidays.”

"No need," Cheng Lisu said: "My uncle will not drink this kind of inferior rice wine."

Everyone: "..."

OK, after all, he is the second son of the Xiao family from Shuojing, and he will never force himself to drink.

Du Mao asked curiously: "Mr. Cheng, do you know how much the governor drinks? I heard that General Feihong is not drunk for a thousand cups, but I don't know if the governor is better or worse than General Feihong?"

When the instructors heard this, they immediately looked at Cheng Lisu with bright eyes. Any words about General Feihong or General Feng Yun are always fresh. From swordsmanship to alcohol, from height to temperament, people have to compare one by one. Unfortunately, these two people have never appeared together except for their classmates before, and have never competed in person. Moreover, General Feihong has always been wearing a mask, so who is better is still a mystery.

"Of course it's my uncle." Cheng Lisu replied without thinking, "I have never seen my uncle get drunk when I grow up so old."

In fact, Cheng Lisu had never seen Xiao Jue drink. However, he could not say this in front of the coaches. No matter how powerful General Feihong was, he would definitely be even more powerful than his uncle.

"Go and go, don't talk about people behind your back." Shen Han waved his hand, "Why are you talking like an old lady when you drink? Mr. Cheng, come, I'll give you a drink... Mr. Cheng?"

Mr. Cheng's cheeks were hunched and he was already drunk.

...

That night, the green curtains gathered on the bright moon, and the shadows fell on it. The autumn sound was quiet, and someone was playing the piano.

Mulan has bones on the moon, and Ling Bing is as beautiful as jade. A long sword hanging on the wall is like frost and snow. The young man wearing an outer robes looks handsome and calm. His hands stroked the strings of the piano, and his emotions are flying, which makes people intoxicated.

He played "Flowing Light".

The sound of the piano is far away, like pearls and jade falling on the plate. This is the Mid-Autumn night, when it should be reunited, even though the Liangzhou Guard's instructor and his family are far away from each other, they are still gathering together and singing and drinking, which is not as quiet as him. He seems to have no idea, but just plucking the strings of the piano seriously, the tied black hairs drooping on his shoulders, and the moonlight spreads to a layer of cold color.

From spring to autumn, from heat to cold, it seems that it is just a blink of an eye.

The moonlight was even colder and quieter by his piano sound. The night sky was as clear as water. The piano sound seemed to float endlessly in the sky, making people cry.

Suddenly, something hit the yard, making a crisp sound, interrupting the cold and silent sound. Xiao Jue paused, raised his head, and through the window, he could see something thrown in outside the yard wall.

He paused for a moment, stood up, pushed the door out, and at this time, the third thing smashed in and landed next to him. He bent down and picked it up, and found it was a stone.

Feinu showed a shadow from behind and whispered: "Young Master, outside..."

Xiao Jue opened the gate of the courtyard.

A boy in red stood outside, holding a small jar of wine in his hand. The wine plug had been pulled out and the fragrance was fragrant. It was the Eighteen Immortals.

He was generous, just a small jar of wine, and ordinary people had to hide it for a long time before they could take a sip. Judging from his appearance, he thought he had already drunk a lot.

This person is He Yan.

Xiao Jue looked at her indifferently, He Yan widened his eyes, as if he had seen his appearance clearly, and said, "Xiao Jue?"

Fei Nu behind him couldn't help but look at He Yan, and actually called the young master's name, which was really bold.

"What are you doing here?" Xiao Jue asked him.

"I thought about it and then," the boy didn't know how much wine he drank, and his whole body was filled with alcohol, but his expression was normal, and he didn't see any drunkenness. He couldn't tell whether he was drunk or not. He said, "You chose Lei Hou to go to the forward camp, and I'm very unconvinced, so Xiao Jue," his lips curled, "Let's fight!"

Before he finished speaking, his body rushed towards Xiao Jue and left!

Seeing this, the Feinu behind him was about to move forward. After hearing Xiao Jue's instructions, he immediately did not dare to move.

The boy flew forward and raised his fist to Xiao Jue. Xiao Jue sideways and avoids it, frowning at him.

He Yan had no weapons and came with bare hands. It would be too stupid to say that he was an assassin. But he spoke clearly and his eyes were clear, and he didn't look like he was drunk and drunk. Xiao Jue simply looked at him leisure to see what this person wanted to do. He Yan failed to get a blow and turned around and came back.

The boy had a flexible figure, but he really wanted to fight, but the method he used was clumsy and rough. At first glance, it looked like the students in a school were fighting, and they only knew how to greet each other, but they ignored the accuracy.

Xiao Jue sideways and avoids it again, and failed to attack twice in succession. He Yan said to himself in confusion: "When has my skills been so bad?"

The Feisou who was staying on the side: "..."

Did this young man think he could beat Master Xiao Er? I had heard that He Yan from Liangzhou Guard was arrogant and arrogant. When he saw him, it turned out to be true. The young master was really good-tempered and did not directly leave the boy who spoke crazy.

She fought repeatedly, and repeatedly, without feeling discouraged, and came again immediately. This time, Xiao Jue was still avoided. Xiao Jue was about to speak when he suddenly saw a black object rushing towards him. He frowned, and without thinking, he pulled out the Yin Qiu sword on one side and slashed over him.

With a "slam" sound, the thing broke in response to the sound. He took a few steps back and was not touched. He Yan, who came with the thing, could not hide and was poured from head to toe.

The moon is full, the wind is beautiful, the osmanthus is just blooming, and the wine is fragrant. The ground is filled with fragments of the Eighteen Immortals, each piece is clear and fragrant, and the young man's clothes are covered with fragrance, frowning.

She seemed to be awakened by the fragments of the wine jar on the ground, looked at Xiao Jue, took a step forward, and looked like a little lady who had been trampled on her bead hairpin in the flower market, and said, "If you break it, you will compensate!"

Fei Nu looked at it and felt that the boy was really drunk, otherwise he would not have spoken so righteously and was confused. He whispered to Xiao Jue: "Young Master, do you want your subordinates to take him away?"

Xiao Jue raised his hand to stop him and shook his head gently.

The master and servant have been together for many years, and they can tell what the other person is thinking with one expression. Feinu suddenly realized that the reason why Xiao Jue did not throw He Yan out at the first time was not because of his good temper, but just wanted to try He Yan. The young man is now suspicious and full of suspicion. If he could ask something out through drunkenness, he could save a lot of effort. If he pretended to be drunk again tonight, he would actually do something else, then his heart would be punished and even more unforgivable.

The flying slave hid in the tree and stopped talking.

Xiao Jue turned around and walked into the house, saying as he walked, "Why do I have to pay?"
To be continued...