The lights were dim, and two old men sat opposite each other under the lamp. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

The glass was poured diagonally on the table, and the wine flowed to the floor.

Bai Feng was still drinking, and he picked up the wine cup obliquely and gestured to Lao Yun, and then tilted his neck and poured it into his mouth.

Lao Yun hurriedly put down the cup and snatched the wine cup from Bai Feng's hand, "Master, you can't drink anymore - wine hurts your body a lot-"

"Isn't it sad too?" Bai Feng raised a finger and pointed at Lao Yun crookedly, and suddenly grinned, "Lao Yun, old man, don't stop me, you let me drink, let me drink it--a drunk relieves a thousand sorrows, it's better to be drunk-"

But the hand trembled so much that the wine cup that was raised could not reach his lips, so he finally came up and poured it into his nostrils.

"Master-" Lao Yun shouted heavily, snatched the wine cup and threw it into his mouth, and a line of wine flew into Lao Yun's throat.

He laughed while drinking, laughing so much that tears flowed, and he stretched out and let loose like that, not at all the restrained old cloud during the day, he shook his hand after drinking, and the wine cup smashed obliquely on Bai Feng's stomach.

Bai Feng squinted, suddenly stopped smiling, sat up with a straight face, and pointed at Lao Yun: "You old man, you are still so powerful, you have been old all these years, and you haven't put down your kung fu at all-it's a pity for you to live with my bad old man all these years." ”

As he spoke, he grabbed Lao Yun's wine cup and poured it full again, struggling to send it to his mouth again.

But it was still sent outside the nostrils.

Lao Yun's eyes were quick, and he took away the wine cup again.

Bai Feng came to grab it with a smile, the two of them rolled on the ground with a smile, the wine was spilled, and the rice grains stood all over their faces, it was completely two children playing recklessly.

The wine line flew into Lao Yun's mouth again.

A jar of wine quickly bottomed out.

Bai Feng couldn't pour out the wine, and suddenly raised the jar and threw it at the ground, and it was shattered to the ground. He lay down on the ceramic piece, pointed at Lao Yun and shouted to take the wine, he still wants to drink.

Lao Yun staggered to his feet and took two steps, after all, because he drank too much, he fell on his heels and stumbled over Bai Feng.

"Old fellow, do you really have to do that?"

Lao Yun asked with the smell of wine in his mouth.

Bai Feng also snorted the smell of wine, his tongue seemed to be beating abruptly, and he replied tremblingly: "Do it, just do it! What is there to scruple about? Saving people is important!"

Lao Yun got up and was about to say something, but he burped a big wine on the roof, rolled his eyes after the fight, and couldn't seem to remember what he was going to say just now.

Bai Feng also rolled his eyes, thought about it hard, his expression suddenly became sad, and he sang a sentence slowly in his mouth: "The cunning rabbit is exhausted, the lackeys are cooked, the birds are exhausted, and the good bow is hidden-I know your old buddy's thoughts, ancient history has been staged like this, and we are no exception, how difficult it is to survive in the cracks, but Lao Yun, do you know, I just don't accept it, I think we were back then, for the sake of Dongliang Jiangshan, but we really threw our heads and spilled blood, and contributed to the field all our lives, why can't we have a stable rest of our lives?" Why do those courtiers who don't sweat out their blood and sweat live comfortably? They still go all over the world to tell right and wrong and frame Zhongliang? Am I really going to sit and wait for disaster to fall from the sky and be destroyed by all the people??"

These words are clear and reasonable, but where is there still half a point of drunkenness?

Lao Yun wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, and suddenly stretched out a leg to press Bai Feng's neck, tripping Bai Feng to the ground.

A voice slowly squeezed out of Lao Yun's mouth: "The waterway is not open to the dry road, the open road is not to take the dark road, master, have you forgotten the experience we summed up back then?"

Bai Feng raised his hand and rubbed it, not moving at all, he simply stopped rubbing, and he didn't question with emotion in pain, picked up the stinky foot and hugged it into his arms, laughed, and lay down, and the two old bodies were drunk all night lying on a pile of broken porcelain.

The next day, Lao Yun woke up first, he woke up from freezing, and when he opened his eyes, he saw that he had been on the ground all night, so he hurriedly went to help the old man, and found that his forehead was hot at the tentacles, and it turned out to be hot.

Bai Feng fell ill like this, lying on the sickbed and holding Lao Yun's hand, trying to squeeze out a little smile, "Old man, you are still strong-bone, I didn't lose to you back then, now I can't do it, it's still a good child-"

Lao Yun is no longer the old man who was drunk last night, he has returned to his original appearance, humble, low-key, not much to say, just bowing his head to wash his hands and wipe his face, feed water and serve tea for the master, doing the most trivial work.

Bai Feng touched a keychain from his waist and put it into Lao Yun's palm, his voice was low, he was no longer the drunk old man last night, "I thought about it, you are right, we can try to take the dry road if the waterway is not passable, this clear road is not passable, let's take the dark road and try it, how can we know that it will not work if we don't try? Or this road is safer - Lao Yun should go as soon as possible, we can't hesitate any longer, and if we delay for one more day, our danger will increase by ten ten." ”

Lao Yun's hand did not move at all, and he clutched the key tightly.

After the meal, a carriage pulled Lao Yun out of Baifu again.

"What is Uncle Yun doing when he goes out again? What does Daddy think in his heart, he doesn't tell me how to save Qi'er, and he doesn't discuss with me, it's not good to delay like this-"

Bai Yulin looked at the small stone carving squatting beast on the top of the gate, and was worried for the first time.

"Daddy has naturally been thinking about it, but you shouldn't be idle, Daddy is old, you are the pillar of the family, and you should bear the heavy burden of this matter. Yu looked worried, wiped his tears and sighed.

Bai Yulin rolled his eyes, "Why don't I go to the mansion to inquire again?"

Bai Yulin also got into the carriage and set off.

On the official road into Beijing, the sound of horse whips, the clattering of horses' hooves, Lao Yun sat firmly in the curtain, staring at a dark red painted wooden box in the carriage, where a square authentic sweet jade was lying quietly.

Seven days later, in Kyoto, Dongliang Kingdom, the guard at the gate of Prime Minister Yin stopped a thin old man, the old man was dressed rustic, and a heavy gray cloth burden fell on his shoulders, and he knew that the old man was from the countryside when he looked dressed.

"What are you doing, don't ask what kind of place this is, anyone can break in?" the guard scolded.

"This is the mansion of Prime Minister Yin, who was respected as the first prime minister of the country, do you want to see our lordship? Okay, bring the name post-"

The guard looked at the old man mockingly, and had already concluded that he couldn't get the famous post, not to mention that he could get it, it was estimated that he might not even see it, they hadn't seen anyone, and they had already judged that this old man must be a poor relative of Xiangye in the countryside in the past, and now he can't run here to fight the autumn breeze in the poor days, how can such a person send him to see Xiangye, in recent years, Xiangye's official luck has been prosperous, and those villagers who can't beat the eight poles have also come to climb relatives one by one, staining the light and begging for cheapness, wave after wave, it's really endless.

The old man flipped through the white smoke, looking stupid.

The guard knew he was going to react this way, and pushed him away, ignoring him.

Such a person, it is in vain to entangle with him, and he will leave after just hanging for a while, and he will leave if he feels hopeless.

But the thin old man slowly took out an envelope from his pocket and handed it to both hands, "This is my name post, please give it to Xiangye." (To be continued.) )