Chapter 33 Drunkenness

The two returned to the private room upstairs. Xiaobai has put away the bowls and chopsticks, and the table is full of wine and vegetables, just waiting for the two of them.

The clear sound lit up in front of my eyes, and I drooled. At this moment, he is not hypocritical and polite. He sat down on both sides with Gongsun.

Seeing that Xiaobai took the wine jar held by Gongsun Yi, he poured the small half into a copper pot with a round belly and a sharp mouth. Qingyin remembers that the last time I tasted the wine, it seemed to be an octagonal-covered round belly wine pot, which was also bronze. I couldn't help but look at it curiously.

Gongsun Yi has been paying attention to Qingyin and showing greedy eyes. Seeing Qingyin staring at the wine pot, he glanced at him casually and said carelessly, "What, are you afraid of getting drunk or not drinking enough?"

Qingyin simply stood up, took the wine pot in Xiaobai's hand, held it around in his hand, and asked Gongsun Yi, "Why is the wine packed in a copper pot?"

She remembers that the wine pots in later generations were all porcelain or glass. Copperware was more popular before the Qin and Han Dynasties, but now it should mostly be used. Why is this bronze wineware still in use?

Gongsun Yi stared at Qingyin, and his eyes showed imperceptible curiosity. This Qingyin became more and more curious. I know a lot of strange things, but it seems to be very novel about this common thing in life. It's like seeing it for the first time...

Before he could think about it, Xiaobai had already picked up the glass, poured him a glass of wine, and poured another glass of wine for Qingyin.

Qingyin looked at the slightly yellowish wine and frowned. His face made Gongsun Yixiao and Xiaobai laugh entangled. "Xiao Bai, did you drink this bar for me?"

Xiaobai squeezed his lips and smiled, "The table is full of delicious food. You two eat slowly here. I'll go downstairs first."

Xiaobai looked at Gongsun Yi with a bitter face: "Can't you drink it, Brother Gongsun?"

The ancient wine is so bad. She doesn't like it! Ah, ah, Xiaobai slipped away again. Who will save her?

When Gongsun Yi heard the cry of Qingyin, his eyes lit up. He actually felt that "Brother Gongsun" came out of the mouth of the young monk, which seemed to be particularly pleasant. He laughed, "Brother Qingyin, er, brother Qingyin, come here, eat vegetables and drink!"

On the school floor of the Lanling Palace of the Great Qi Dynasty, the King of Lanling, General Wei and the Prince of the Turks stood side by side.

A bent bow with an iron back in the hand of the Turk prince looked extremely heavy. He took the bow in one hand and put a white feather arrow on the string in the other hand. The bow string was full, and his fingers loosened, and the arrow flew out. A few feet away, an arrow with a tiger's head fell down in response.

A small school ran over and waved the flag for a long time and said, "Forehead! In!"

The guards brought by the Turkic prince cheered.

Wei Xiaokuan brushed his long beard with one hand and looked at the Turkic king who couldn't help touching the iron bow and touching it. He smiled, "It seems that the bow given to the hero is complementary to each other. The king of Lanling endures pain, and the prince will take it!"

The king of Lanling nodded and smiled loudly: "The prince, the power of the iron bow of 300 stones, can't be pulled without your natural divine power. I can't compare with you today. Tomorrow we will ride a horse to the hunting ground for hunting. Let's go and drink as much as we can today!"

With a wave of his hand, two small schools came to lift the iron bow, and the Turkic prince was still reluctant to give up.

"Go for a drink. I'll send you this bow to the restaurant. I can't lose it!" Wei Xiaokuan patted the Turkic prince.

"Hahaha, I am, I am... Thank you, Your Highness Lanling!" The Turkic prince laughed and looked at his men happily taking over the iron-backed bow, smiling straight into his eyes...

"Your Highness, why did you give such a good bow to that barbarian?" The soldiers came forward and looked at Wei Xiaokuan, the general of Zhou, who was led to the flower hall by his servants, and the prince of Turks.

"Look at the man surnamed Wei, taking the general's iron bow as a favor..."

The king of Lanling raised his hand and stopped the words of his own soldiers. You can see that General Wei has a close relationship with the Turkic prince. It seems that I am not far away from the battle. I'm afraid that seeing the iron bow again the next day will be the time for the two countries to fight on the battlefield.

The soldiers were shocked and looked at the silent face of the King of Lanling, "Your Highness, in this case, why did you give them this iron bow?"

"Da Zhou has a good relationship with the Turks. Please pass the news to General Hu Luguang and ask him to pay more attention to the movements of the two countries on the border." The King of Lanling whispered.

"Yes. Your Highness." The soldier immediately nod.

The King of Lanling looked at the flower hall. At this Buddhist conference, I first met Wei Xiaokuan, a famous general of Dazhou, and he was really very human. Although he was nearly 60 years old, he was in high spirits. Just now, he saw that it was not difficult for him to hold the 300-stone iron back bow, but he pretended to be timid. Before the long bow was full, he shot the arrow, which could be shot above the tiger's eyes.

It not only lost his reputation, but also showed that he was quite old, which made people not be on guard against him. Looking at the surprise on the Turkic prince's face, it was obvious that the two knew each other's martial arts skills for a long time. They remembered that the Turks had not been invited to this Buddhist Dharma Conference, but the envoys of the Great Zhou came with him, which was debatable.

The king of Lanling made up his mind and ordered his men to say, "Go and get the good wine rewarded by the king. Let's have a good drink with the two envoys."

In the palace of Daqi——

"What? Do you think the Turkic prince was invited by the king of Lanling? Princess Rouran patted the table, and the gold carved magnolia on the table suddenly shook, and sprinkled half a cup of jade dew on the table.

"Don't be angry, don't be angry. You are now the princess of Daqi, and you are no longer a princess. A slender and slender hand stretched out, with white skin and jade fingers, and the nails were dyed red with phoenix juice.

"Aunt..." Princess Rouran, who has always been cold, looked at a woman who was more than ten years older than herself and more beautiful than herself. "Why aren't you angry? You are so quiet!"

The woman waved her hand and watched the maids in the hall retreat one by one. He raised his head and his eyes were as quiet as the sea. "What are you angry about? Lian'er, what do you say?

The niece who lowered her head faintly said, "The softness is gone. Your father sent you to Daqi because he thought that you could keep the foundation of Rouran. A country can't be preserved yet. With your own strength, can you restore the country?

Princess Rouran looked at her aunt silently.

This aunt has always been resolute. In Daqi, she has not spoken Chinese for many years, but still wears soft clothes and speaks soft words. When she spoke, Rouran believed in the whole royal court. If she doesn't support herself, then she can't do anything.

"Lian'er, I, the Yujiu Lu family, can survive in the royal court of Daqi, and the clan will be destroyed. So far, the king of Qi still respects me in the way of the queen, relying on not participating in state affairs. You are still too young."

After a pause, he said, "It's just that I saw the little monk read the Buddhist scriptures at the Dharma Conference. It's worth all of you shouting and running away. Otherwise, you won't have bump into the Turkic prince... What kind of little monk is it that makes you so heart?"

Princess Rouran looked at her aunt with shyness on her face, "It's just a little monk... Aunt, the Turkic prince, we can't let it go. I heard that they intended to marry the princess to Daqi. I think it's a little too coincidental for the prince to come. He shook his aunt's hand and said, "There are so many people under you. Send a few out to destroy the Turkic prince!" I think he is a thief at the Dharma Conference, and he doesn't look like a good person!"

The palace of King Wucheng of the Great Qi Dynasty.

The king of Qi lay slanted on the brocade couch, and his eyes narrowed slightly. There was no joy or anger in the narrow gap between his eyes. He seemed to be sleeping and meditating: "You said that the king of Lanling invited two envoys to the house? I'm afraid it's going to compete, right? Xiao Si is a good martial artist.

He Shi opened the glass, put down the glass and knelt on the ground and said, "Yes, the king's eyes are like a torch. I heard that the king of Lanling also gave a rare 300 stone iron bow to the Turkic prince..."

King Qi picked up the corners of his eyes and handed the wine glass in his hand to He Shikai. "Pour the wine... I said servant shot. Your copywriting is piled up like a mountain. After we drink it, you'd better deal with it."

When He Shikai heard the king say this, he only felt a cold sweat on his forehead. Yes, yes, yes, I will definitely deal with it." As he said, he stood up and was about to bow down.

The king of Qi was reluctant to give up again. He leaned over and took He Shikai's hand and stared at him with a pair of eyes. "Don't be too tired. Drink this glass of wine." ......

On the Ruyi Restaurant, Xiaobai went up and sent two dishes to Gongsun Yi and Qingyin.

Every time Qingyin sees Xiaobai, he is overjoyed. Ah, ah, someone came to help him drink.

Every time he was pressed down by Gongsun Yi: "Qingyin brother, come on, why are you pulling Xiaobai? She is a girl's family, and it's still our two brothers to drink!"

The voice was suddenly stunned - brother! Then another glass of wine was poured into her mouth in a moment.

After so many times, when Xiaobai opened the door of the private room again, he saw a table of cups and plates in a mess. Gongsun Yi lay on the table, holding his chin in one hand and holding the wine glass in the other: "Come on, today, I'm drunk today. Come on, drink again, drink again!" Now no one is pulling the voice, and she has taken the initiative to raise her glass.

Xiaobai quickly walked over and said, "Master, little master! ......”

Qingyin raised his head, "Brother Gongsun, Gongsun? Come on, have a drink, too!"

Xiaobai: "Master, you are drunk." Xiaobai held Qingyin and went to get the cup in her hand. Unexpectedly, although Qingyin was drunk, he clenched it tightly in his hand, "You! Disgusting! ...Drink!"

Xiaobai was helpless. He turned around and poured a cup of tea. He bent down beside Qingyin and whispered, "Little master... Qingyin... Come on, here is the wine that has just been poured. Give that cup to the little man..."

Qingyin turned his head, and his face was red and stained with rouge. His eyes were blurred. Xiaobai was stunned. Qingyin stretched out his hand and pinched Xiaobai's cheek: "Xiao Bai? Xiaobai? Hee hee... you are a girl! Hello, hello, I can rest assured!"

With that, he put his hand on his hand, hooked Xiao Bai's neck, and said in her ear, "Shh! Don't tell anyone, oh, I, I am..." Her face was full of wine rubbing against Xiao Bai, and only rubbing Xiao Bai as if she was drunk. Her face turned red, but she looked at the voice expectantly: "Master, are you? What is it?"

The voiceless sound is about to fall asleep. I only feel that Xiaobai's voice is buzzing like a mosquito, and like her mother's noise. She patted Xiaobai: "Don't! Don't make any noise!"

This beat made Xiaobai dumbfounded and looked at the hand patted on the chest - Qingyin! Little master! The little monk of Anguo Temple! Unexpectedly, he patted his hand on her chest!