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"Yan Li?" Yan Li thought, touching the stubble on his chin, "There is actually someone with the same name as me in this world?"

I looked at a few more signs, and there was one behind each one: For more information, please buy the latest copy of the Heavenly Machine Book.

It's like a fight with the dog skin plaster, which makes him have a deep question: Is there really any news about her in Tiance Mansion?

Shaking his head, he walked away.

As I walked, I scanned the streets in the hope of finding a wine shop. After walking a short distance, I saw a magnificent mansion, the stone lions of the two town houses at the door were tall and mighty, and the plaque on the door was also very majestic, writing: Weilong Dart Bureau.

Walk by.

Not long after walking, it is a medicine hall, which reads: Yaowangyuan.

After walking for a short time, I finally saw a place related to wine, and the book: Mid-Levels Lu.

"Mid-Levels. Yan Li chewed it again, "The wine is fragrant." ”

"Eh, this guest officer has good taste and good writing. At this time, a voice of surprise came from the store.

Yan Li followed the sound and saw a scribe in his forties walking out with an abacus in one hand and an account book in the other.

"Sir, please, do you have any wine?" Yan Li smiled and arched his hand.

"Just to the guest officer, it's not a problem to ask you for a bowl!" said the scribe heroically.

"A bowl. Yan Li blinked.

The scribe coughed and said solemnly: "Guest officer, a bowl is worth a thousand gold. ”

Yan Li smiled: "I have also drunk Wanjin." ”

The scribe took his hand enthusiastically: "As soon as I saw that the guest officer was a person with a story, he came and went, the 'Xiao Yi' that had just been produced in the workshop, and a bowl of the guest officer who must be taught was ecstatic." ”

As he spoke, he took out a jar of wine from the wine cabinet, patted open the sealing mud, and poured a full cup for Yan Li, "If the guest officer drinks it, if he doesn't lose his soul, this bowl will be regarded as a gift." ”

Yan Li said: "Just now, you said to invite me to a bowl." ”

The scribe blinked: "This time and that time." ”

"Profiteers. Yan Li served the bowl helplessly.

Just as he was about to taste it, the scribe grabbed him again, and said with a low smile: "Guest officer, you have to think clearly about this kind of wine for ten taels a bowl." ”

"You robbed?" Yan Li squinted slightly.

"Don't say that, guest officer, the business is about your love and my willingness. The scribe laughed, didn't look at Yan Li, and "crackled" the abacus next to him.

"Okay, ten taels is ten taels. Yan Li took a drink and drank it all.

I haven't tasted anything yet, but I feel that the "sour, sweet, bitter, spicy" in the depths of my heart have come up one after another. The scenes in my memory are piercing, just like yesterday.

"One more bowl!"

Yan Li smashed the bag containing the Tianxuan Stone on the table, about more than 100 taels.

"Okay. The scribe smiled, grabbed the money bag unceremoniously, and poured him wine.

He poured Yan Li and drank, he poured Yan Li and drank.

Ten bowls were poured in a row, and he was terrified: Why don't you fall down? This guy doesn't want to drink to death in my shop.

He hurriedly put on a smiling face: "Guest officer, you have drunk too much, this wine is powerful, ordinary people will get drunk after drinking two bowls, if you drink it again, it will kill you." ”

"What, I didn't give you any money?" Yan Li looked at him coldly. His dusty face was extremely pale at the moment, and his eyes, which were originally deep and bright, were indescribably lonely at the moment.

"Guest officer, something happened that happened and is irreversible. The scribe sighed. Indeed, he knew the power of the wine.

Yan Li said: "Life is full of contradictions, and no one can do anything about it. ”

After saying that, he snatched the wine jar from the scribe's hand, and faced the mouth of the altar, and drank the remaining half of the jar into his stomach.

When the jar was empty, he put it down, took a knife from his bosom, and began to carve a portrait with a thin and sharp blade and long, powerful fingers.

It is a portrait of a woman, and the contours and lines of this portrait seem so soft and graceful under his skillful technique.

There was a strange preoccupation in his countenance, as if all the sorrows and misfortunes of his life had vanished, but his life and soul had slipped away from under the blade, for the figure not only had moving lines, but also seemed to have been injected into the soul and brought to life.

Now that the portrait is finally finished, he looked at the portrait stupidly, and he didn't know how long he had been looking, and suddenly heard a burst of "Gege" coquettish laughter:

"I didn't expect there to be such an infatuated thief in the world. ”

When the scribe heard this, he looked up, but saw a sixteen or seventeen-year-old girl dressed in white and barefoot, sitting quietly on the roof of the teahouse opposite the wine shop, her skin was like congealed fat, her starry eyes were blazing, and her abundance was peerless. Especially the pair of bare slender feet, natural and beautiful, round skin six inches, white skin like snow, not stained with the slightest dirt, indescribable elegance of Tsinghua. There is no place on the body that is not a creation ingenuity, specially made for her,

Sadly, a small, delicate mask obscured half of her face.

The scribe felt his heart shake, and he muttered uncontrollably: I now know what 'beautiful as a fairy' means.

The girl stared at the scribe with a pair of wonderful eyes: "I only know now that a bowl of wine in the middle of the mountain costs ten taels." ”

The scribe's face was slightly red, and he was speechless, and he didn't know where to put his abacus.

The girl said: "But you are right, the business is about one you and I want, you don't have to worry about me making trouble for you, I am here for him." She pointed at Yan Li.

"He?" the scribe was stunned for a moment, then came to his senses, looked at Yan Li, and asked the girl again, "The girl just said that he was a thief, what is going on?"

The girl "Gege" laughed coquettishly: "Don't you know that he is the wanted criminal? ”

"Wanted!" the scribe turned pale with fright, and rushed up to grab Yan Li, "I caught him, the girl quickly help me go to the official?"

Yan Li glared at him: "What are you doing with me, get out!"

Only then did the scribe realize that his face had turned red as an apple, and his eyes were full of drunkenness.

Suddenly, a strong force struck, he was shocked and flew out, just happened to knock over the wine cabinet, and several jars of excellent wine worth thousands of gold fell to the ground, he screamed angrily: "Goddamn thief, dare to break my wine, lose money quickly, don't lose money today you don't want to walk out of this door......"

However, Yan Li had already staggered to his feet.

"If you don't lose money, you want to leave...... the scribe got up in pain, strode out, and just wanted to grab him, he felt a cold light pass by, and suddenly retracted his hand like an electric shock.

Yan Li didn't know when he pulled out the cliff and danced his sword leisurely.

"Come on, follow me, rest when you get drunk......"

The out-of-control vitality flew with the sword light, and the sword qi suddenly spread like a heavenly maiden, and wherever it passed, it was like a rainstorm.

The scribe was so frightened that he fell to the ground with his head in his hands, and a jar of fine wine was gone, and his heart was dripping blood, and his bowels were blue with regret.