Zhang Yang smiled and said, "What can you always present if you can't drink it?"

Honglian's face turned red and she fell in a daze in Zhang Yang's arms.

Zhang Yang was helpless about a girl like Honglian who was drunk when she was drunk. In desperation, he could only walk into the village with Honglian on his back.

Walking on the mountain ridge and looking back, the crooked moon is still hanging above the faith. The beautiful moonlight is like the white green onion hands of a mother patting her child, soft and warm; the dewdrops on the leaves are like stars in the sky, bright and moist; and the fireflies flying around have quietly embellished the entire valley more crystal clear, hazy and more beautiful.

The ethereal night sky is drooping with dreams. The flowing moonlight washes the grass and trees, scents the petals, and washes the world. The gurgling sound of water and the wind that comes from there and goes there are whispering in a low voice. The sleepy mountain village lies quietly in the valley, snuggling in the mother's arms like a baby, sucking the earth quietly.

Zhang Yang has been intoxicated with such a scene many times.

Zhang Yang returned to Eunuch Li’s house with Honglian on his back and found that Tian Yong Zhenren and Meng Xiao were both sitting on the stone platform.

Zhang Yang gently placed Honglian on the stone platform and whispered: "Have Eunuch Li and Grandma Li already slept?"

As he said that, Zhang Yang handed the two pots of wine he brought from Grandpa Lin to Tianyong Zhenren and Meng Xiao.

Meng Xiao nodded and said, "You sent Honglian back to the house quietly. The two old men have been sleeping for a long time. Don't disturb them."

Zhang Yang nodded, then gently picked up Honglian and sent it back to the room.
Chapter completed!