Today she's with Ding Qinyu!
Hang Suisui gritted her teeth inwardly, determined not to fail at the last moment!
In the waterside pavilion and courtyard.
There is a small bamboo grove near the back window of the house.
The bamboo is tall and straight, and its green leaves are vibrant and lush.
It gives people a refreshing tranquility.
A sound came from the rustling bamboo forest.
"You've buried so many jars of wine, but this tree has never borne any fruit."
Yin Huaizhu stood under a tall peach tree and put down his hoe.
They buried a small, sealed wine jar that had been placed under the tree into a hole they had just dug under the peach tree.
The tall peach tree is lush and green, and even in late summer, the leaves are still green, without a trace of red.
After burying the wine jar, Yin Huaizhu knelt on one knee under the tree. Just as he was about to reply, he coughed out, "Cough, cough, cough."
The bright sunlight filtered through the intertwined branches of the peach tree, creating dappled patterns of light that fell like golden sand onto Yin Huaizhu beneath the tree.
The dappled light and shadow intertwined, enveloping him.
The bamboo grove not far away was swaying rapidly.
"You've suffered a backlash from this forbidden technique, and it might take you several years to recover. You can't use it anymore."
Over the years, Yin Huaizhu, who never listened to advice, had long since damaged her health.
This time, the injury is likely to be even more severe.
"I'm fine." Yin Huaizhu covered her mouth and coughed a few times. "It's just a minor injury."
Yin Huaizhu covered her lips with a dark green silk handkerchief, the color of which deepened with each cough.
"Even after all this, it's still considered a minor injury? You always end up like this!"
Bai Ying's tone was filled with helpless anger!
Yin Huaizhu did not answer, but stood up and patted the dirt off the corner of her clothes.
Seeing that Yin Huaizhu remained silent, Bai Ying knew his stubborn nature, so she sighed and stopped trying to persuade him.
Just then, a slightly yellowed leaf drifted down and landed right on Yin Huaizhu's shoulder.
He reached out and took it down, gazing at the leaf before him as if he could see a distant time and space through it.
Autumn is almost here...
Yin Huaizhu murmured softly, a hint of worry flashing in her eyes.
As the autumn winds grow cooler, soon the green leaves on these trees will wither and fall, leaving only bare branches.
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