Chapter 13: Wine Meets a Like-minded Person, A Pleasant Conversation on a Snowy Night

  What's "Autre"?

  "I forgot, you don't understand. Anyway, I only have one sentence for you: our update speed is leading other stations by n times, with fewer ads." Qilin turned around, propped herself up on the snowy ground with one hand, took a few sips from the wine jug, and continued "Loving freely means being with someone you like, in a place where no one else can stop you, doing things you both enjoy. Of course, there's no benefit or interest involved. Get it?"

  Feng Changqing smiled but didn't speak, such a world simply doesn't exist. His consorts were either daughters of princes and nobles or people who had some use for his imperial position. Qi Lin's words were like absurd nonsense.

  Because

  "I forgot again, Your Majesty, that you won't fall in love with others." Qilin looked up and patted Feng Changge's handsome face sympathetically, shaking her head and saying "What a pitiful child, life is short for just a few decades, yet he doesn't know the taste of romance, nor does he know what it feels like to be loved."

  He tilted his head and drank all the wine in the jug, leaving only a small amount in his mouth. He looked at Qilin with a faint smile, slowly swallowing the wine, but a mischievous hand slipped from his face to his throat, playfully drawing circles.

  "In a way, we are the same kind of people." Qilin also reserved some sympathy for herself, self-mockingly smiling "I don't dare to love others, nor do I dare to accept others' love, so I am a woman lacking love. However, if one day I meet the man I like, haha, I will definitely throw myself at him without hesitation."

  But there won't be such a day.

  Zi Lin thought so, Feng Changqing also thought so.

  Like this, Qilin used her hand to draw circles on Feng Changqing's throat, and then she said all about her views on love, the 21st century's views on love. At first, Feng Changqing didn't say a word, but gradually he also joined in the discussion, occasionally interjecting with a few words when hearing something new. The two people were like good friends who could talk about anything.

  From views on love to views on life, and from views on life to ancient poets, Qi Lin didn't know much about classical poetry, but she remembered her favorites, and took advantage of the wine to recite them with flair.

  "When wine meets a bosom friend, a thousand cups are too few; when words don't meet, half a sentence is too much. From afar I know that on the lake there's a jug of wine, which can recall people from thousands of miles away."

  "A good wine meets a bosom friend, a thousand cups are too little; words don't meet, half a sentence is too much."

  After finishing their conversation, they looked at each other and smiled, raising their wine jugs together and saying "Cheers."

  This is the new term given by Qilin to Feng Changqing.

  "Boom"

  Who would have thought that the two men's strength was too great, and the wine jar shattered, leaving only a few fragments in their hands. The two of them were stunned for a moment, then looked up at each other and burst out laughing.

  Qilin opened her arms to welcome the heavy snow, how she missed those ice-skating days! Although every time she would end up falling on her butt, the snow on the ground had already been trampled. After looking around, she finally found a patch of undamaged snowfield. Qilin ran over and carefully piled up the snow. Feng Changqing walked over with a puzzled expression.

  "What are you doing?" A puzzled head tilted towards the snow pile.

  Qilin turned back and smiled, saying "Snowman."

  Building a snowman? Feng Changqing was even more confused, a snowman? But seeing Qi Lin playing with the snow like a little kid, he also started to build one.

  But Feng Changqing didn't know how to pile up the snowman, and several times he destroyed the base that Qilin had built up. Qilin no longer had the patience to repair it, so she sent Feng Changqing to push the white snow over. However, Feng Changqing also wanted to be with Qilin, looking at the ruined snow, slightly raising the corner of his mouth, gathering his internal energy in his palm, and lightly lifting his feet, he flew onto the roof, circulating his internal energy, and all the surrounding snow flew over and gathered in his palm.

  Qilin didn't notice this magnificent scene at all, and was focused on getting the snowman's head out, standing up to carefully check if there were any other problems.

  "Boom"

  "Cough, cough? Cough, cough, cough." After finally spitting out the snow in her mouth, she raised her eyes to see Feng Changqing's triumphant smile. The small snowman that had been formed in front of her was crushed by a pile of snow from who-knows-where, and standing in front of her was a giant snowball almost as tall as she was.