Chapter 1237

In his sleeve, the little fox can't touch her with half of the snow, but he is miserable. Don't follow him. Walk all the way back to the dormitory. There are snow on his hair and body.

He drove away all the palace people, didn't want anyone to wait on him, didn't change his clothes, and insisted on the cold wine pot, and began to drink one cup after another.

The fox crouched on the table and looked at him.

Although he didn't care for many years, he couldn't help but feel sad when he heard the news of the main marriage in Beiyue county.

Like Wei Yanran, she didn't understand that he liked Huang Beiyue so much, but why didn't he visit her for a year? Knowing that she is going to marry someone else, he will only drink alone and will not interfere.

It's not like him at all.

"A thousand cups of wine is not enough for a confidant." Feng Lianyi looks down and smiles. His voice is quite lonely. He looks up and sees the fox. His eyes brighten and he pulls her over. "Why don't you come and have a drink with me?"

She?

Little fox watched him fill a glass of wine curiously and handed it to her. Smelling the taste, she was a little intoxicated. This is what the world called precious syrup. She had never drunk before.

Half thought it was novel, and half wanted to help him share his worries. The little fox couldn't help sticking out his tongue and licking it in the glass.

Ah, it's so hot!

Hard to drink!

How can so many people like to drink such weird taste?

The little fox turned his head away and refused to take a drink, no matter how he tried to persuade him with a smile. On his furry cheek, he was burning faintly. He broke free of his hand, jumped off the table and ran out quickly.

The wind even shakes his head and smiles. A fox, how can he expect a little fox who doesn't know anything to share his worries with him?

Drink after drink.

How to solve the problem? Only Dukang.

Sure enough, when his brain began to faint, he felt that his heart was not so painful. He didn't have the sharp pain of grasping his heart like a maggot of tarsal bone, which made him relaxed a lot.

Persistent wine pot stumbled out, tonight there is moonlight, the snow just stopped, the yard is white, a thick layer of snow.

He sent all the palace people away, so there was no one in the courtyard.

There is only a row of footprints on the snow, which are fox's footprints.

He stood under the porch, lights flickering, reflected in his purple eyes, out of a dazzled and confused light.

The soft moonlight lights up the snow, the rare full moon. He looks at the past along the footprints of the little fox. He is fascinated by the moonlight, which is a bit psychedelic.

Little fox lay on a pile of snow, red ears gently shaking, fluffy tail sweeping around the snow, just licking the wine, but she seemed to be drunk, shaking her head, drunk.

He began to smile at the corner of his lips, but the next second, the smile suddenly solidified on his face.

He suddenly widened his eyes, only to see that the little fox rolled around in the snow, turned around, but it was not the fox's company, but clearly a gorgeous girl's face!

It must have been a mistake. He drank too much wine and had hallucinations. But God knows that the moment he saw that face, he would rather believe it was an illusion than blink and stare at her.

Another round, the girl's face is no longer hazy, fully revealed.