Foxy Beauty Charms the World

The rain was hurried and then slowed down. It actually started to rain until daybreak. There were not many customers in the rain, so the waiter was not as diligent in cleaning. He picked up a broom and looked at the door while smacking his lips, "This rain is really worrisome. Ba da da, I can't even see a rat!"

Wan Xin, who was not far behind him, slapped the table and shouted, "Bring the wine!"

"Sigh!" The waiter quickly put down his broom and came back with another jar of wine. When he looked at Wan Xin's messy table. He casually said a few words, "Hey, little brother, you can't stand this kind of alcohol anymore. It's been one night, it should be about time, right?"

"If I tell you to bring out the wine, then bring out the wine. What are you trying to say?!" Wan Xin's gaze turned cold and her face was filled with impatience and disgust. She stood up and grabbed the waiter's collar. His actions were crude and violent. He poured out the empty wine jar, letting out a crisp sound.

"Yes, yes." When the waiter saw the murderous look on the lord's face, he could tell at a glance that this man was not to be trifled with. She nodded like she was pounding garlic.

Wan Xin pushed him away, slightly gasping for breath, his brows faintly suppressing his restlessness. He wobbled a little as he walked down, fiddling with the wine cup in his hand.

The waiter hurriedly put down the jar of wine, but then he slipped in front of the counter like a cat and whispered to the shopkeeper, "Look, this is acting like your own grandpa! "He's as arrogant as the emperor himself!"

The shopkeeper's abacus smacked him on the forehead, "Who cares about this old man. If you don't have any money, then forget it!" Give him what he wants! You have no hair on your mouth, what are you blabbering about! "

Not only was he cut by Wan Xin Xiong back to the shopkeeper, but the waiter had completely withered away. He lowered his head and continued to absent-mindedly sweep the floor.

The sound of footsteps came from upstairs. Qin Lingmo, who wore a long robe with dark cloud patterns, slowly walked down. The shopkeeper raised his head and greeted politely, "Yo, young master, you're up? Should I prepare something? " The shopkeeper had long since mastered a pair of Fiery Eyes of Truth. He could tell who was the leader of this group with a single glance.

"No need to trouble yourself."

"Young master, what do you have to do? It's raining heavily, let Little Pillar do it for you! "

"I just came out to get some fresh air." As Qin Lingmo spoke, a faint helpless smile appeared on his face.

It was said that the bitter spring supper was going to rise soon. Since then, it was no longer early in the dynasty. Qin Lingmo, on the other hand, wanted to indulge himself and hang out with Hu Ying for a while. However, the two women who had just made friends were like glue. Women often wanted to eat a pear and a pear because of a hairpin. At times like this, regardless of whether one was a husband or a government official, it was best to play on the side and not hinder the friendship between women.

Thus, Qin Lingmo, who had no choice but to play on the side, walked downstairs to get some fresh air.

Even though it was already early summer, and the sun was still hot, walking on the streets was like walking on cured meat. However, after being drenched by the rain, the heat disappeared and instead, became even more cold and gloomy.

The moment Qin Lingmo stepped down, he felt the wetness and coldness that assaulted his face. Tightening his collar, he glanced over and saw Wan Xin, who was drinking alone. He walked over and sat down beside her. When Wan Xin raised her glass to drink again, he naturally followed her and began to drink.

Wan Xin glanced at him coldly, then directly opened the seal of the wine jar and started drinking. Qin Lingmo did not say anything as he sat by the side, drinking his wine slowly.

It was drizzling outside the door, and cold, damp air permeated the air.

"Is there something on your mind?"

After the pot of wine was finished, Qin Lingmo slowly asked with a soft voice as he held the wine cup in his hand. His eyes fell on the poem inscribed on the glass: A spring sorrow for wine, River on board, Upstairs Curtain. Qiuniang and Tainiang Bridge, the wind blowing, rain also Xiaoxiao.

"It's just something of the past." Wan Xin self-deprecatingly curled the corner of his mouth, his eyes brimming with a feeling of drunkenness or melancholy.

"There's something on my mind. Drinking alcohol can turn it into poison." Qin Lingmo put down his wine cup and looked at Wan Xin. The latter only gave a slight snort before shaking the jar of wine in her hand. She casually placed the empty jar to the side and hoarsely shouted, "Bring the wine!"

"He's coming!" The waiter agreed and quickly served another jar. This time he shut up and said nothing. After putting away the wine, he lowered his head and continued to use his broom to look at the rain.

In the rain, the giant toad jumped over the puddle with a string of small toads. It puffed its cheeks and let out a few cries before disappearing into the distance. Occasionally, a passer-by holding an umbrella would rush past, causing splashes of water.

The Ten Thousand Heart Wine grew fiercer and fiercer, as if it had a grudge against him. It was said that getting drunk and worrying was worrying even more. It was unknown if Wan Xin was even more worried. However, as the number of wine jars increased, her eyes became brighter and brighter, and she looked even more terrifying. Qin Lingmo quietly drank as well. Unknowingly, he had also drunk a pot of wine.

Tongyang County was a small place, and the Forai Lai Inn only had some low-grade coarse wine. In total, it was just a firecracker, a lamp, and a cuckoo. The cannon lights had a strong power of alcohol, the mouth was like water, and the throat was like a fire. The cuckoo, on the other hand, was as white as water. There was no alcohol in its mouth, but as it drank, it slipped under the table, feeling dizzy.

All Wan Xin drank was cannon and the lights were on, but nothing happened even after the alcohol was poured down his throat. However, Qin Ling Mo was not used to drinking this kind of wine. To think that he had such great patience, he actually drank a pot of water without saying a word. However, this was also the limit. His internal organs were like a ball of fire that was continuously surging upwards.

"If you can't drink it, then don't drink it. If you can, then just create a contract and seal it with your hand, indicating that you're asking for it. This has nothing to do with me and the orthodox school of Xuanxin, lest you get extorted." Wan Xin could tell from the change in Qin Lingmo's expression that he wasn't feeling well. Perhaps it was because he was drunk, but Wan Xin's sarcastic tone softened a bit, "I'm really impressed. The Prime Minister is truly different from the masses."

Qin Ling Mo coughed violently. He put down his wine cup and suddenly said, "I hate the snow."

These words were too sudden, but Wan Xin just raised his eyebrows, showing his surprise. The wine in his hand did not stop. Qin Ling Mo's thumb gently rubbed the side of his cup. He mused for a moment before slowly speaking.

"When I was young, I knelt in the snow for two days and two nights. If it wasn't for Uncle Chen's brilliant medical skills, I'm afraid I wouldn't have been able to save him at that time."

"Who's so heartless?" Wan Xin replied.

"My father."

"Oh, I've also heard that in the White Peony City, the old prince was taken to the Li Village by your righteous son."

When Qin Lingmo heard this, he smiled and replied in a fleeting manner, "What great righteousness? If there was any other way, I wouldn't have done so. People didn't say that I was unfilial or that I was selfless, but I really wanted to go back to the age when I could cry in the streets and eat the preserves my father had bought. "Every year on a snowy day, I think, if I can kneel again and let Father come back, so what if it's three days and three nights?"

Wan Xin turned her head to look at him, her expression was as if there was a layer of mist covering it, so she couldn't clearly see it. "Why is the Old Prince willing to let his own son kneel in the snow?"

"At that time, I said that the rules of the world are too outdated and that all the benevolence and morals are for the sake of the nobility. The order of the previous king should be abolished and the rule of the world should be enforced."

"…" Wan Xin was speechless. "How old were you back then?"

"Eight or nine."

"..." "Kneel down."

Qin Lingmo smiled bitterly and raised his glass to drink. "At that time, I was young and ignorant, and I felt that what I said was right. I was the only one to wake up since everyone in the world was drunk."

"The old prince punished you for your own good." Wan Xin remained silent for a moment before speaking.

"Yes, but how could I have known then? I only blame my father for being disappointed and upset, like the other pedantic adults. He actually stubbornly refused to admit his mistake. My father would come out every hour to ask if I was in the wrong. And just like that, he knelt for two days and two nights, until finally he fainted. "

"Serves you right." Wan Xin gave a snort, but there was a rare look of loneliness and desolation flashing across his face. He was silent for a moment. In the sound of the rain he said slowly: "If it rains I will see him. He is standing in front of me with blood all over his face..."

Qin Lingmo glanced at Wan Xin before turning his gaze towards the door. In his eyes, other than the continuous rain curtain, all he could see was the dusky world.

In Wan Xin's eyes, a boy with a horn combed was walking in the rain. His small body and pale face was grinning at Wan Xin, and blood was dripping out of his black mouth.

Brother, brother …

Wan Xin closed his eyes, and instantly the pain of his grief seemed to fall down, causing his brows to furrow. The overlapping calls echoed in his ears like a summoning spirit.

The rainy night from many years ago reappeared once more. The brawny man's fiendish grin, splattered with bloody light, and the stench of rotting flesh assaulted their nostrils.

"..." "What's wrong?"

All of a sudden, his shoulders felt heavy, and his heart trembled. He opened his eyes. Other than the rain, there was nothing else in front of him. Qin Lingmo, who was beside him, put a hand on his shoulder.

"I'm fine …"

"Who is he?"

"You can see it!" Wan Xin was filled with shock.

"You said you'd see him if it rained."

"Oh …" The Protector let out a long breath before lowering his head and laughing mockingly at himself, "What's wrong with me? Even if Little Zheng's vengeful spirit hadn't dispersed, you wouldn't have been able to see it …"

Qin Lingmo stared at him for a long time before speaking softly, "Water hazard, what do you mean? It was not a good idea to be lax and direct. It's the same with nightmares. "

"I haven't talked about it for a long time. No, it should be said that no one knew about it …" Wan Xin's gaze on the rainy scene was a little misty and lost.

"When I was 14 years old, I was homeless. I roamed everywhere and relied on begging to live. Although I received supercilious looks, I still had food to eat. However, there were times when I couldn't stand the hunger. Once, when I couldn't stand it any longer, I stole a piece of meat from the butcher's house. He was still young when he was caught by the butcher. He tied me to a tree trunk and then he kicked and punched me. He kept me tied up for three days. Just when I was sure that I would die, Little Zheng appeared. "

He let out a long breath, narrowed his eyes slightly, and continued, his casual tone was mixed with a faint excitement, "He is a naturally kind-hearted child, he saved me and brought me food. You can't understand it, can you? For someone like me, a mouthful of water and a steamed bun were lifesaving straw! He's the only warm thing I've felt so far... "

Qin Lingmo quietly listened. He had never wandered around before, and of course, he had never experienced the feeling of starving to death to the point of risking his life to steal something. But this did not prevent him from understanding these words. In an instant, his brow creased, but he quickly lowered his eyes, concealing the sympathy and pity that flashed past. To the current Wan Xin, he did not need any pity.

With regards to this subtle change, the right Protector of the Profound Heart Sect keenly caught on and a trace of gratitude rose from the bottom of his heart. Of course, he didn't want to see any sympathy or similar expressions. He didn't need any, only the weak needed to be pitied.

"And then?"

"Later on …" The corner of Wan Xin's mouth widened into a smile, and his vision became even more blurry. He looked into the rain, and saw the bloodied Xiao Zheng standing there smiling at him.

"He's dead. I killed him with my own hands."