The waiter of the wine stall had already seen that this handsome young master did not lack money. When he heard him praise the apricot wine, he laughed even more. To wine sellers, this wine was like their children. Which parents did not like others praising their children? What's more, everything this young master said was reasonable. The well near the Red-crowned Crane Pavilion was a local historical site that had been around for a long time. Scholars from Yong and Quan provinces often came here with beautiful women to recite poems. However, these scholars with noble status looked down on the roadside stalls. Although the wine tasted authentic, it did not match their status. The owner of the wine stall was not vexed. Today, it could be said that his ancestral grave was emitting smoke. Such a knowledgeable young master had come. Judging from his accent, was he from Liangzhou? The wine stall owner carefully looked at the three retainers who didn't have the right to sit. The woman was really coquettish. Her perky butt was much bigger than his yellow-faced wife's. The burly man with a huge sword was scary. As for the sickly man with a pale face, the wine stall owner ignored him. He only confirmed that he was a human shadow and not a ghost. It was broad daylight, so what was there to be afraid of?
After attentively serving wine and meat, the owner glared at the young man who was staring at the beautiful woman holding the white cat in a daze. He was so angry that even he didn't dare to look at the woman. This bastard had eaten a leopard's gall. How was he going to do business? The owner kicked the man's leg, which brought him back to his senses. The owner had heard that the big and small playboys from Beiliang were heroic, but when they crossed the border to cause trouble, which time didn't the young masters from Yong and Quan suffer enough? The local tyrants of Yong Zhou were no match for the dragons crossing the river from Beiliang. Especially the number one playboy in Beiliang, His Royal Highness. This young master's arrogance and domineering was the best in the world. Fortunately, our small family didn't have to meet him in this lifetime.
The owner who had never studied but had heard a lot of apricot poetry smiled with pride and flattery. "This young master looks like an expert. I heard from my grandfather that our apricot flower was written about in the Yong Zhou Geographical Annals."
Hsu Fengnian poured Yu Youwei a cup of sparkling apricot wine and said with a smile, "Yes, the new well outside the Red-crowned Crane Pavilion. The water is heavy and contains crab roe. They're praising this wine. "
This time, the boss was truly intimidated. He praised from the bottom of his heart, "Young Master's knowledge is as vast as the sky."
Hsu Fengnian laughed and said, "Then can you give us a discount?"
The boss was immediately stunned and put on a difficult expression. Bootlicking didn't cost a single copper coin. If the price was pushed down, it would be a small business, and the hard-earned money would be dug out bit by bit. How much heartache would be? Fortunately, the young master was only joking. He said considerately, "I'm just joking. I'm already very grateful to be able to drink apricot flower wine."
In the past two days, Shu Xiu, who had become increasingly curious about His Royal Highness, saw Hsu Fengnian holding a dirty bowl and drinking inferior wine from a remote and desolate place. She was even more puzzled. Although she came from the wilderness of the southern kingdom, she had been a witch since young and was worshipped as a deity. When it came to basic necessities, she couldn't compare to His Royal Highness. Later, she defected from her sect and wandered the Jianghu alone. There was an endless stream of admirers, so Shu Xiu had never been shabby. Seeing Hsu Fengnian so casual about trifles, she was really puzzled.
Jiang Ni followed the craving Old God of Swords down the carriage and sat on the bench opposite Hsu Fengnian's table.
Yu Youwei took a sip of the warm apricot flower wine. It tasted good and was different from Beiliang's Green Ant Wine. She asked softly, "What's the story about this well?"
Hsu Fengnian was narrowing his eyes and savoring the fragrance of the wine on the tip of his tongue. When he heard the question, he smiled and said, "Legend has it that there was an immortal on Mount Wudang who was resting on a crane in a pavilion. Seeing the simple customs of the people, he couldn't bear the hunger and thirst of the people, so he spat mouthfuls of saliva into the well. From then on, the well water was sweeter than the famous springs in the forest."
Yu Youwei's expression was unnatural. "Saliva?"
Hsu Fengnian laughed and said, "Perhaps some people's saliva is sweet. I want to taste it, but unfortunately, I can't be sure."
Yu Youwei's cheeks flushed. She didn't know if it was because of the cup of apricot flower in her hand or because of someone's drunken words.
Old Man Li rolled his eyes and muttered, "Little Jiang, let's give up the carriage later. This Old Man is sick of seeing the two of them flirting all day and not doing anything serious. "
Jiang Ni, who didn't drink, said angrily, "Pay up! No, ten times! "
Hsu Fengnian was just about to attack the little mud man who demanded too much when he caught a glimpse of Ning Emei riding alone. This Beiliang brave general was meticulous and didn't use his halberd. He dismounted and was about to call out "Your Highness" when Hsu Fengnian waved his hand and said, "Come, let's drink. Waiter, bring two catties of wine. "
Ning Emei didn't stand on ceremony. He stood and drank three big bowls. His expression was the same as usual. Most likely, he could drink a thousand cups without getting drunk. This wasn't strange. The Beiliang cavalry was strict, but every time they destroyed an enemy or massacred a city, they could drink to their heart's content. Among the generals and soldiers from Beiliang, there were very few cowards with poor alcohol tolerance.
Ning Emei omitted the frightening title His Royal Highness. Ever since that day when Chen Zhibao personally led three hundred cavalrymen to send him off, he was forced to stand on the same line as Beiliang's Double Fangs Heroic Beast Wei Fucheng. His Royal Highness didn't have a good expression, so he didn't have a chance to speak after meeting His Royal Highness again. Ning Emei's official rank wasn't high, so he didn't care if he could use this opportunity to be on good terms with His Royal Highness. It was just that he had humiliated those former subordinates of the Pillar of the State and Great General of Wuyang Gu Jiantang at the gate of Yingyu City. It was hard to guarantee that the Deputy Commandant of the Dongjin Imperial Guard wouldn't jointly report him for indiscriminately starting a war. As a general of Beiliang, Ning Emei didn't need to care about this kind of trivial matter. However, if he made His Royal Highness feel that he was being reckless, then he really couldn't face the forty or so comrades who had been killed or injured. Therefore, when he heard that the cavalry ahead had stopped, he rode alone and wanted to say a few words of conscience that wouldn't make his face red. He only hoped that His Royal Highness wouldn't take his anger out on the Phoenix Battalion, which was worthy of being called Beiliang's Army's men.
The owner of the liquor store and the waiter all sensibly stood far away.
This man was born with a strong back and a strong waist. He was wearing heavy armor and had an overbearing aura. He did not look like an ordinary soldier. Could he be one of the generals in Heyang County?
Ning Emei lowered his voice and said, "At the Yingzhu City Gate, Ning Emei taught a lesson to those fellows who closed the city gate …"
Hsu Fengnian interrupted Ning Emei's words and laughed softly, "General Ning, do you think you've vented your anger by knocking down the Eastern Forbidden City's Deputy Commandant with your halberd? If I was there, wouldn't I let you strip him of his armor and hang him on the city gate? If you think you've gone too far and are afraid of causing trouble for me, fine, I'll regret treating you to those three bowls of wine. But if you still think it's not enough, I'll treat you to three more bowls of wine. How about it? "
Ning Emei suddenly showed a heroic spirit. He was in high spirits, which made this Beiliang's Second Fang look extraordinarily majestic. "Then Ning Emei must drink three more bowls of wine!"
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