At this moment, You Yong sat calmly in the private room on the upper floor of Wangjiang.

At this time, it was time for the sky to gradually get dark after sunset, and the wind on the Hejiang Gate blew in gently, and outside the wide open window, a large leaf stretched out to the window, swaying leisurely in the wind.

That's the life of a decent person. You Yong thought in his heart.

The private rooms upstairs in Wangjiang are actually separated by screens, which can be dismantled and replaced at any time. And this one was specially prepared for Liu Wenhai in Wangjiang Tower.

Basically, every decent place in Syria has Liu Wenhai's exclusive private room. Just like Xu Rongle, Wangjiang Tower will naturally be no exception.

Therefore, Liu Wenhai is also sitting in it at this moment.

There were a dozen or so people seated, all of them men. Among them, there was a man in his fifties with a goatee, wearing a navy blue gown, a royal blue thin coat, and a thin layer of sweat on his forehead.

"Is this gentleman also a scholar?" During the banquet, You Yong asked the old man with a goatee.

Before he could reply, a person next to him said excitedly: "This is Mr. Yang Junyang, the old man in our Syrian Mansion! In this entire Syrian Mansion, there is not a single person who does not know him, why, don't you know him?"

Yang Juren sat upright, his eyes half-closed, just snorted softly, and did not answer. You Yong's face couldn't help but be a little embarrassed.

The man suddenly looked at You Yong for a while, and said in surprise: "By the way, your brother is ...... Why do I look a little angry......"

You Yong's face was even more embarrassed. He coughed, cleared his throat, and whispered, "I just came to Syria not long ago. ”

The man chased after him and asked, "Then you were ...... before?"

"Aquarius!" You Yong said in a deep voice.

At this moment, the man suddenly brought a jar of wine from downstairs.

When everyone smelled the smell of wine, they stopped their chopsticks and looked downstairs together.

I only heard the footsteps of "dong dong dong", and the guy trotted up the stairs with the wine jar in his arms.

"What kind of wine is this, it smells so good!" asked You Yong.

Yang Juren finally opened his half-closed eyes, glanced at him, and said: "This is the famous miscellaneous grain wine in this mansion, you have been on the mountain all year round, so naturally you don't know what is going on under our mountain." ”

You Yong's face sank slightly.

Liu Wenhai said: "It's too vulgar to call it multigrain wine. ”

Yang Juren nodded and said: "Mr. Liu is right, this wine also has an elegant name, called 'Yao Zixue Qu', which is said to be brewed from miscellaneous grains by a family surnamed Yao in the Song Dynasty, so it was named. ”

You Yong glanced at him lightly, and unconsciously wanted to wave the folding fan, only then did he remember that his folding fan had already been torn on the Aquarius Mountain, and he hadn't had time to buy a new one. So I had to give up.

He lowered his head slightly, picked up the glass of multigrain wine that the man had just poured in front of him, and took a sip of it.

You Yong looked at everyone one by one, thinking that there would be a better development after leaving the Aquarius Village, but he didn't expect that he would be more excluded at this moment than before. Especially the lifter named Yang Jun!

Hearing Yang Juren's words, Liu Wenhai was still dissatisfied, and said: "It seems too vulgar to call 'multigrain wine', and it seems too elegant to call 'Yao Zixue Qu'." ”

With a "snap", Yang Juren put away the folding fan in his hand and said, "In this way, it is better to call it - Wuliang ......"

"Liquid?" Suddenly, someone at the table exclaimed.

"That's right, just call it......" Yang Juren's words didn't have time to finish, and suddenly the person who heard the person just now stretched out his hand and pointed out the window, and said excitedly: "I mean, look at the leaves outside the window!"

Everyone was surprised by his actions and turned their heads to look out the window......

"Papapa......" There was a sound, the sound was not loud, the original room was noisy, everyone did not notice the movement outside the window, at this moment suddenly all did not speak, they all looked out of the window, the room was quiet for a moment, everyone heard that there was a sound of water hitting the leaves kept ringing.

"Papapa...... is like raindrops falling on the leaves of a tree.

The sky is already dark, the night is hazy, you can see the road downstairs from the window, and there is a yellow light in the wide open door downstairs of Wangjiang, and everyone can see half of the road through this light.

At this time, none of the people passing by the door were wearing umbrellas. Some of the passers-by were hurried and some walked slowly, but all of them had dry clothes, shoes and hats. The road surface is also dry. It wasn't raining outside!

So where did the sound of the rain come from?

The sound of "pop pop pop ......" was still ringing, without interruption.

The sharp-eyed man suddenly noticed: there was something dark brown on the top of the leaves. The things fell from the sky, landed on the leaves, and slowly flowed down the shape of the leaves......

"Blood! the ones that drip on the leaves...... It's blood!" Suddenly, the man who was only halfway through the wine screamed.

With a "snap", the wine jar slipped from his hand to the ground, shattered, and the room was filled with the smell of wine.

Dude runs downstairs with a of, almost with a roll!

As he ran, he shouted at the downstairs desperately: "Shopkeeper! Something's wrong, there's something serious!!

"Something is wrong! Something is wrong! What is going on? Scared you into such a virtuous ?!!!" The shopkeeper's old man slapped on the man's head with a "snap," and almost made him fall to the ground.

The man held his head in his hands and said with a panicked expression: "Blood!

The shopkeeper looked back at the door, and then at the hall, where all the people were dressed in thin shirts.

The weather in Syria is already sweltering, and some people who are afraid of heat even roll up their sleeves high, but there is still unstoppable sweat dripping down their heads.

Many people's clothes attached to their vests were soaked and sticky to their bodies, almost bursting with white salt.

The shopkeeper gave the guy a big mouth again, gritted his teeth and scolded him: "It's snowing! It's snowing! Are your eyes covered with eye droppings?

"No...... It's not ......" The guy held his head in one hand and covered his swollen cheeks with the other, but he was even more excited and speechless.

"It's not snow, it's blood! blood of blood. What the man wants to sue you is: the heavens outside, there is blood. A voice suddenly came from the top of the high staircase.