At the beginning of Shenshi, the banquet dispersed.

The ministers drank to their heart's content and went back to their mansions while laughing and chatting. Some people also invited them to another banquet, saying that they would hold a banquet in the mansion and invite their colleagues to get together.

Some people were so drunk that their eyes were blurred, and they touched their colleagues next to them, which surprised everyone.

Some people were so drunk that they collapsed on the ground and fell unconscious, but were helped back by their own servants who came after hearing the news.

But Zhao Wujiang drank so much that his jade crown slipped off and his hair was disheveled, which made others sigh. His hair was obviously disheveled, but he didn't look slovenly at all. On the contrary, he was even more carefree and free, extraordinary, elegant, unparalleled in the world, and a handsome man in Kyoto.

Zhao Wujiang waved goodbye, politely refused to see others off, and did not take a carriage. Instead, he slowly walked out of the restaurant and walked in the wind and snow.

Compared with the wind and snow in the first half of the day, the wind and snow today are obviously heavier.

The sky and the earth are vast, with heavy snowfall, making it difficult to see the white clouds clearly. The sky is like a mist, spreading in all directions, being swallowed up by tall buildings or green mountains in the distance.

"There is no land, how can there be no sky..."

Zhao Wujiang couldn't help but sigh as he looked at the blurry figures in the wind and snow, and walked towards Xingqingyuan with steady steps.

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Since her last confession failed, Li Chanxi has often fallen into confusion.

It is said that those who are near water and towers get the moon first, she felt that Zhao Wujiang was so close and yet so far away from her.

She always remembered what Su Huayi told her, that Zhao Wujiang would eat the soft and not the hard, but she never understood what was soft and what was hard.

During this period, she often thought about it. Sometimes she heard the sound of Zhao Wujiang and Su Huayi having fun in the room, which made her feel a little sad. Why did Zhao Wujiang reject her?

Until today, she figured it out, she was ready, and she was waiting for Zhao Wujiang to come.

But she didn't know when Zhao Wujiang would come. After all, Zhao Wujiang's visits were irregular and not frequent.

It's snowing heavily today, and the stove is burning in the room. Li Chanxi is sitting in the room, quietly doing needlework, sewing clothes.

Suddenly, she heard the slight knocking sound of the door knocker, and she felt happy. She quickly put down the needle and thread in her hands, quickly pushed open the door and ran out of the house on the snow.

Sure enough, she saw Zhao Wujiang, who was disheveled and unrestrained.

That handsome face and that gentle smile all the time fascinated her.

After her brother Li Yuanzheng died tragically and her mother passed away from grief, the only person left in her world was Zhao Wujiang, who saved her from misery.

She immediately rushed forward and threw herself into Zhao Wujiang's arms. She smelled the strong smell of alcohol and asked with concern:

"Brother Wujiang, are you drunk?"

Zhao Wujiang was hugged tightly by Li Chanxi, and the girl's pride was squeezed on his chest. He rubbed the girl's black hair and smiled gently.

"I'll make tea for you." The girl let go of her hand and helped Zhao Wujiang towards the side room.

Zhao Wujiang nodded.

Today's girl is wearing a lavender floral dress, a thick jacket and a cloak. She still has neat and slightly broken dragon bangs. Two slender locks of broken hair are floating on both sides of her face.

Her face is as pure and elegant as a branch of winter plum.

The girl supported Zhao Wujiang and walked towards her private room with a sweet and soft voice:

"Brother Wujiang, please come and sit in my room first, okay?"

Zhao Wujiang smiled gently and nodded slowly.

After entering the house, the room was filled with heat. Li Chanxi trotted to make tea, and Zhao Wujiang looked at the girl's boudoir.

There is a pink gauze curtain in the room. There is a small table in the room. There are needlework and clothes on the table, as well as a few ancient books. In front of the dressing table, there is only a bronze mirror and a wooden comb, and no rouge or gouache.

Zhao Wujiang sat down slowly and picked up the clothes on the table, full of doubts for a moment.

The winter is getting deeper and the weather is getting colder. Why are these clothes so thin?

Light purple silk is interwoven into a gauze as thin as cicada wings, with four purple ribbons on the gauze.

Zhao Wujiang thought it looked familiar, but he couldn't remember what kind of clothing it was.

Until Li Chanxi pushed the door open and walked in, her voice was panicked and shy:
Chapter completed!