Chapter 120 Goodbye to the charming concubine in Fengling, a pot of wine to talk and laugh

The second year after the death of Emperor Ran and Empress Murong of the Fantasy Continent.

It is December of the twelfth year of Yuyu in the first year of the mainland.

Ten years ago, at the beginning of the twelfth lunar month, and the only two countries left in the mainland, Qi and Yan. In the battle of water, the State of Yan lost 200,000 soldiers, and Xiao Yeyu, the emperor of Yan, died on the battlefield. From then on, there was only one country left on the mainland - the State of Qi. In the past ten years, the State of Qi has cultivated its self-cultivation, focused on the development of economy and trade, the people live and work in peace and contentment, and the national strength has been booming. Qi Di Mo Youchen is deeply loved by the people.

Since the founding of Qiyang, the State of Qi has opened trade in various places. At the beginning, the Hu people and Hu people in the northern part of the mainland often exchanged local horses, cattle and sheep for salt, tea, cloth and iron in the south of the Yangtze River.

Biyang in the northern part of Qi was a small town in the northern part of Yan during the Warring States Period, and a mountain near the eastern region was called Dushan. The Fengling ferry at the foot of the mountain was buried by heavy snow for half a month, and no boat could enter. Trade and business guests from all over the country also lived in a tavern at the foot of the mountain for half a month. Three months ago, a shadow singing troupe came here, which was just in time to relieve these depressed men who had been delayed in business all day.

A rude man with a bearded face and two horns tied on his head took a warm wine pot from the stove, poured a cup, drank it down, and said in a less fluent Chinese language: "Damn, I don't know when the snow will fall. I'm trapped in this cold land, and I don't even have a woman with a warm bed. Yes."

Next to him, a man with a cold appearance and raised eyebrows rubbed the wine glass in his hand, put it on the tip of his nose, and smelled it addictedly: "I heard that the Han woman's posture**. If it hadn't been for the heavy snow, I, Dar Qiqi would have brought a nest back to the grassland. At that time, my brothers will have one every night. Are you afraid of Ha Qilu? Does a woman warm the bed?

"Hahahaha..."

A table of barren laughter.

One of the big men who is fatter than Haqilu. He has a big belly in the cold weather and doesn't know how to be cold. Xiao's fat is about to fall to the ground. He pulled it from the fire rack fiercely, tore off a piece of mutton leg meat and stuff it into his mouth: "The women in the Central Plains are yellow and thin, and I'm afraid of being crushed to death if I press down one thigh. , I can only ride with the soft little man in the Central Plains. I like the peony flower in Ye He Shuer's tent, the figure... the thigh..." The fat man said, and the sheep leg on the fire in front of him was like the peony flower in his dream, and his eyes were about to fall off.

"If I remember correctly, the peony flower is your sister-in-law. Can't you even sleep with your sister-in-law?" Although the talking woman is dressed in barbarians, she is beautiful and beautiful.

Shuer drank a mouthful of hot wine and rudely hugged her: "What's wrong? Annihilator has been married to me for seven years, and he has not been used to the customs of our grassland people? Not to mention the little aunt, even if it is the little grandma, I can marry back as long as I'm willing.

Annihilation, leaning in Shuer's arms, his face is full of disgust. Not to mention not being used to the customs of the grassland, it is difficult for him to accept the smell of sheep on this fat man.

In the main hall of the teahouse, there is a shadow play, the official Meifei. After listening for a long time, he couldn't recover. Haqilu, who said that there was no woman to warm the bed before, listened to the people in the troupe telling the story of Meifei and the emperors of the Three Dynasties, and suddenly looked up and laughed: "Fuck you, what a disgrace to our man. A woman can't attack it, and she still wants to command our thirty-six parts of Ye He. I just don't accept it!"

The cold little boy beside him whispered, "Let's say this on the grassland. Brother, don't forget that this is the territory of the Central Plains. If it reaches the ears of the Daxing Emperor..."

Ha Qilu didn't agree. He took a bite of the leg of the sheep and threw it on the little two who came by. The little two dared not provoke these old men. They hid aside in a muffled voice for a long time. Haqilu gave a look with contempt from the corners of his eyes: "Let these bastards who ride soft women do it. Why don't you allow me to say it?" What's the name of that...the coquettish bitch?

Darzi looked around carefully and whispered, "Meifei..."

Haqilu just remembered: "Yes... That charming concubine, I was born three or five years late. If I met Laozi, I would have been obedient to her, and I could still let her run to someone else's tent? ......”

As soon as he finished saying this, suddenly a pot of hot wine and every drop of it spilled on his face. Although the grassland people are thick-skinned under the wind and sand, they can't stand the hot wine that has been rolled on the stove all night. Haqilu suddenly jumped up, with one hand covering the skinned face of the soup, and the other hand pointed straight at the culprit: "Slut... you... dare you splash me? I... I killed you today..." With that, he hurriedly waved a dagger of mutton cutting from the table and waved it to Ao Er. The woman in her early thirties was not surprised at all, as if she had experienced too much wind and rain. She was used to this kind of scene and did not move.

The two barbarians beside him didn't have time to stop it, and the dagger was about to be inserted into the annihilation's throat. Suddenly, Haqilu said, "Ouch", put down the dagger in his hand, held his arm and rolled on the ground. It turned out that a pair of chopsticks flew from any direction and inserted them directly into the palm of Haqi's wielding dagger.

Annihilation looked around and couldn't see anything strange, but they were all ordinary people. But there was a man in white sitting in a position on the inner side. The man was so strange that his whole body was white. He wrapped his head in a big cloak, and a long white veil hung from the cloak, covering only his whole shoulder. Although Ao Er doesn't know martial arts, she is not clumsy. She can see that the chopsticks just now did not come from the man in white, but in the opposite direction. Who would that be? Annihilator looked around again, but still couldn't see any flaws.

After all, Ao'er is Shuer's wife. At this time, he hurts people, so he naturally has to take responsibility for his woman. So he squeezed his eyes at Darziqi. Darzi immediately agreed and helped Haqilu up: "Haqiru...Haqiru...do you care..."

Ha Qilu held his arms full of blood in his hands: "His, which bastard is plotting to me and stand up for me..."

Except for the two people who had been frightened and ran upstairs for a long time, the rest of the people seemed to be used to such a scene. They all sat in the same place and watched all this indifferently, drinking wine and listening to the shadow.

Haqilu was full of swear words and was finally pulled upstairs by Dalqi. It has been snowing here for more than half a month, and the road has been blocked. Where can I find a doctor? However, the owner's wife of the pub seemed to have some medical skills, dragging a plate of wound medicine to Haqilu's room to treat his injury. It was said to treat the injury, but the two of them were talking and laughing inside.

The boss was not angry. He warmed the wine for the guests below and sneered, "He's a mother, this year's coquettish women, if you have money, you can climb into other people's quilts."

Annihilation is distracted and I don't know what I'm thinking. Shu Erqi just thought she was frightened and coaxed her upstairs to rest. Don't look at the fat man's rude words and say that he wants to ride his sister-in-law and grandma. It's just a thief who dares to say that thief's heart and doesn't do that. It's really good for Annihilato.

In the end, only Darziqi was left on the table. He was drinking wine alone. Listening to the beautiful concubine, he didn't know what he was thinking. For a long time, the corners of his mouth rose slightly.

The man sitting in the innermost, dressed in white and covered with a white cloak, stood up and walked to a man in his thirties but full of hair in the corner of the wall. Although the man's hair is messy, his face is handsome and his clothes are neat.

"The gentleman's face is high. He should be a person who reads poems and books. Do you dare to ask him if he can measure words?"

The man looked at the snow-white mysterious man in front of him and heard a woman from his accent. He thought for a long time: "I don't know what you want to test?"

"I want to measure a person's life and death!"

The man's expression was not relaxed at all. He raised his hand and motioned the other party to sit opposite him: "Please give me a word!"

The man in white took the wine glass, poured the wine, and wrote a word "yu" with his finger dipped on the table between the two.

The man's expression suddenly changed, his white eyebrows began to tremble, and his eyes were affectionate and unpredictable: "You...you are..."

The woman in white lifted the white veil in front of her and smiled lightly at the corners of her mouth: "Mr. Liaozi hasn't seen you for many years. How have you been recently!"

The man looked happy, but soon calmed down, and his face said gently and softly, "Father Meifei is well!"

At this time, there was a knock on the door from outside the door. It's snowing too much. In order to keep warm, I plugged in the door. At this time, when he heard a knock on the door, Xiao Er hurried to open the door. Suddenly, there was a voice like the God of Wealth: "Oh... Master, are you here? With such snow, my boss thought you wouldn't come this year.

"Our master wants a good-class guest room. Go and prepare it!"

Xiao Er received the reward for silver regularly and said happily, "Okay! The first-class guest room is prepared for me. Will you go up now or listen to the shadow downstairs first?

The leading man finally said, "What are you singing this year?"

"This year, our troupe here is from Jiangnan and sings the new song "Meifei"

The man seemed to pause and had no sound for a long time.

"Master, slow down, slow down!"

"Pa..." The door was pushed open, the heavy snow was flying, and the cold wind only poured in. The man was dressed in purple and dressed in a black mink coat, elegant and elegant. Longzhang Fengzi, the nature is natural. Only the two doors were opened too hard just now, which did not match the occasion, but they swayed on both sides rhythmically.

Everyone's eyes looked at the man who suddenly came in. First of all, he was angry at his inappropriate movements, and then he was distracted by his handsome qualifications.

In that white dress, the woman who was called Meifei by Mr. Luzi slowly put down the folded veil in front of her eyes and covered her face again. Darziqi, who was drinking alone by the stove, stuffed half of the leg of the sheep stuffed into his mouth and stared straight at the extraordinary man at the door, drooling like two streams from the corners of his mouth.

"Master! This way, please!" Xiao Er took off the towel on his shoulder, found a spacious and clean place nearby, and invited the God of Wealth over.

Looking at the expression that everyone still hasn't turned back, he shook his head and smiled helplessly: "When you see a Mo Youchen, you can make them lose their senses like this. If Xiao Yeyu and Meifei appear in front of them at the same time today, won't they compete to commit suicide?

This word did not escape the ears of the man in purple. He stopped and looked this way, and finally his eyes stayed on the woman in white - Meifei. Unfortunately, the white veil covered his face, and he couldn't see her face clearly.

Meifei did not notice the eyes he looked at, but stared at the man with white hair, white clothes in Shengxue, and wearing a silver mask, who was greeted in by another Xiao Er outside the door. In broad daylight, he just held a lantern in his hand.

Concubine Mei looked at the words on the lantern and slowly moved her eyes to his white hair. The shocking appearance under the white veil has long been full of tears.

Mr. Liaozi, who was sitting opposite her, could not see the face under the white veil of his deskmate, but his hand on the table kept trembling, and the glass of wine in her hand spilled on the table.

He followed her "eyes" and looked at the side of the lantern, and everyone was distracted again. The regular characters "The world is only because of each other and not separated" were clear.

(End)