Chapter 73 Boiled Wine

In the red brush hall, the sound of the piano is like beads.

Xia Yan was so familiar with every store on Pyongyang Street that he could no longer be familiar with it, but since he married Dugulan, he has never set foot in the place of sound and sex, so that he forgets that there is such a comfortable place in Linyun.

The small pavilion on the second floor, surrounded by fragrant fog, and boiled wine with fallen plums.

The porcelain white pot depicts a little red plum. With the boiling of water, the plum blossoms that were still on the branches seemed to suddenly disappear, and the clear water turned bright red.

The elegant and fresh aroma of wine slowly floats out with the mouth of the bottle, not as strong as a knife, nor as fragrant and mellow as Lausanne. Only the sweetness as clear as spring, the bitterness in the throat, and the endless aftertaste.

"This wine has faded out." Xia Yan felt that the plum wine cooked on the copper stove was completely tasteless water. What's more, such a small wine cost 40 taels of silver. "40 taels of silver, dare you treat me as a fool."

Jiang Mozhu smiled and said, "It's my treat."

"Oh? It seems that the position of college scholar is quite oily, and he can afford a pot of wine.

"This has nothing to do with silver. If you really want to drink it, even if you want to drink 400 taels, you still have to drink 4,000 taels." Jiang Mozhu picked up his glass and drank it. His face was slightly drunk. "Wine is a good thing that can make strangers familiar with each other. If there is no wine in the world, it will probably become very boring."

"Did you ask me out just to tell me this?"

"Ah..." Jiang Mozhu seemed to remember something and said, "It's for His Royal Highness to see someone."

"Who do you see?"

"A person who is helpful to His Royal Highness." Jiang Mozhu's eyes fell behind Xia Yan. The red eyes, the slightly curly long brown hair hanging in the silk, and the clothes embroidered with auspicious clouds and lotus patterns are gorgeous. Xia Yan looked doubtfully at An Luo, who was smiling at himself, and then turned his head to wait for Jiang Mozhu's explanation.

"Anluo, come and sit down. This is the person I want Your Highness to see.

As soon as An Luo sat down, Jiang Mozhu filled his glass of wine: "Where have you been? I've been waiting for you here for a long time."

"Bask in the sun." An Luo was still smiling, and his long eyelashes were stained with light fresh water mist.

"It's raining outside. Where is the sun?" Jiang Mozhu asked.

"It rains and the sun, but it hides behind the clouds. There is too much rain in the summer. If it goes on like this, it will be flooded.

"Well..." Jiang Mozhu answered in a low voice, and he was not surprised by An Luo's extraordinary thinking. It's like when people eat celery, others eat roots, and Anluo will eat leaves. When sleeping, others put the pillow under their heads, and Anluo puts them under their feet. In short, it's quite strange.

"Ah..." An Luo stared at the plum wine on the copper stove in a daze.

and Xia Yan coughed gently to prompt the two people who sat opposite and completely ignored themselves: "Well, if you are all right, I will go back."

An Luo suddenly turned his head and stared straight at Xia Yan: "Your Highness, do you like men or women?"

“......”

"Do you like women?"

“......”

"Ah, so you like men." An Luo smiled as warm as the spring breeze in March.

"What do you mean by asking this question?"

"It's boring. I just want to ask."

Jiang Mo said, "Anluo, His Royal Highness is about to be a father."

"Ah... That's good to like women." An Luo smiled sideways.

"Your Highness, don't mind. An Luo is like this, but it's very reliable." Jiang Mozhu said, "His Royal Highness went to Cangguo on a dangerous road, so I asked An Luo to accompany you to protect your safety on the way."

Xia Yan looked at An Luo doubtfully and said, "You let this guy protect me?"

"Hm, what's the problem?"

"It's very problematic. How can I let such a strange person protect me?"

"Is it strange for me?" An Luo opened his eyes wide, like a wounded elk, with a layer of water mist in his eyes.

Xia Yan's goose bumps fell down: "Don't get goose bumps on the ground like a woman in front of me."

"Scan it up." An Luo said briskly.

“......”

Jiang Mozhu smiled and said, "I'm sorry, I lost my temper. His Royal Highness, even if An Luo is like this, he is the apprentice of the withered monk and now ranks fourth in the world.

Leaving aside the supervision dean, the monster of Shuijuyundu and the withered monk of the State of Chu, these three and the crazy people who can't be described as masters, the first in the world is the mountain keeper of Wanyuan Mountain, the second is the Shaolin abbot Chankong, the third is Xuanlingzi, the national master of Cang, who has been dead for many years, and the fourth is Xia Yan. His nerves are a little abnormal, and he is also a closed disciple of the withered monk. The seventh place is Fang Zizhou, a killer who once ranked seventh in the world, and the eighth place is Ouyang Wan, who keeps tracking down Fang Zizhou's whereabouts at this moment. Judge Li Changle is barely ninth.

As for the fifth and sixth, it is a mirror that is famous for its blood staining the sun. The fifth place is that the sixth place is occupied by Jing Wuying is because it is said that Xue Ran Canyang has trained to the highest level and can split the personality. According to Ling Yue, it is a split personality.

Although Xia Yan is in the temple, he also knows one or two things about the world. In the early years, he heard that theku Rong monk had a handsome and demonic closed disciple, who turned out to be sitting next to him. However, in Xia Yan's opinion, An Luo is not a demon, but a little dementia and dull, or he has a nervous problem.

"He ranks fourth in the world?" Xia Yan obviously doesn't believe it.

"Yes, except for the mountain slaves of Wanyuan Mountain, Shaolin abbot Chankong and Xuan Lingzi, the master of Cangguo, who has been dead for many years, An Luo can be said to be the most powerful."

An Luo said, "Little bamboo, don't say that. Be low-key."

Xia Yan sneered in his heart: Are you still low-key like this?

"Okay, low-key, low-key." Jiang Mozhu said, "Your Highness, if you have peace to accompany you to Cangguo, you can ensure a safe journey."

"No." Xia Yan refused directly.

"Why?" An Luo and Jiang Mozhu asked at the same time.

"No reason, I don't think he is suitable." Xia Yan said, "This kind of appearance will definitely be eye-catching, and it will be worn so strangely."

"Is it strange?" An Luo turned his head and looked at Jiang Mozhu, "Little bamboo, am I dressed strangely?"

"Uh..." Although in Jiang Mozhu's view, the clothes embroidered with auspicious clouds and lotus patterns are of good texture, formally speaking, it is not men's clothes, but women in a more remote place in the Jin Kingdom. "It's okay, it's okay, it's not strange."

"It's not surprising that the little bamboo said." An Luo said seriously, "Xiao Yan, if you let me go to Cangguo with you, there will be many benefits."

Xia Yan's forehead jumped wildly: "Who, who is Xiao Yan?"

"You."

"..." Xia Yan had the impulse to strangle him immediately. "You, you just said that there will be a lot of benefits?"

An Luo nodded and said, "There are many benefits. I'll give you 300,000 military power."

"What?"

"300,000 military power, doesn't Xiao Yan want to do it?"

"What 300,000 military power?"

An Luo turned his head and looked at Jiang Mozhu: "Didn't you tell him?"

"Not yet."

An Luo sighed, "Do things efficiently."

"Shame, shame."

"Xiaoyan, Jiang Mozhu wants to restore the country, so he must use your strength, and if you want to ascend to the throne, you must obtain military power, but Emperor Xia is afraid of you. In this case, I will give Xiaoyan your 300,000 military power of the Kingdom of Jin. If there is a coup in the future, you can use the military power I gave you to rebel, hehe.

Finally, he got to the point. Xia Yan said, "You are from Jin. Why did you give me military power?"

"Didn't you just say that if Jiang Mozhu wants to restore the country, he must rely on your power, so you must become emperor. Do you want to ask me why I indirectly help Jiang Mozhu?"

Xia Yan nodded and waited for An Luo to continue talking.

"Because I like Jiang Mozhu." An Luo smiled gently, "Well, I like men. So I asked you at the beginning, do you like men or women?

"..." Xia Yan's stomach churning.

Jiang Mozhu picked up his wine glass, pretended that nothing had happened, and played Shenyou Taixu there.