Chapter 216 Original Purpose 2

"Are you sure it's here?" Chun Ge looked at this place that could no longer be broken, the house that was so dangerous that it could no longer be dangerous, and couldn't help but ask the leader next to him.

"yes." Zheng Chang, who knew a little bit about Liu Hucheng, nodded very firmly and said, "It's indeed here." ”

Chunge forced himself to find another place to meet people on this empty ground, excluding this house that could not be called a house. However, this is an unlikely thing to do. In other words, after Chun Ge separated from the official brothers, he did not take a break, but immediately found Zheng Chang, and asked this guy to take him to find Mr. Nanchuan, a well-known veteran talent in the southeast in Liuhucheng, Yuwen Fuqi. This Zheng Chang can also be regarded as righteous anger, and without saying a word, he led Chun Ge to this realm.

I don't know how many sighs Chun Ge sighed, his eyes were no longer dark, and it suddenly lit up. It turned out that he smelled the aroma of the wine, not that this wine was so expensive, but that Chunge finally knew why this Mr. Nanchuan was so poor. Nine times out of ten, the old gentleman spent all his savings on wine, so naturally he had no spare money. If it was just to know that Mr. Nanchuan was good wine, it was really not much news, but what Chunge understood was a big deal.

At first, when Chunge saw this place, his first reaction was that he came in vain, because this house was really a bad room, as the so-called a spoonful of food, a scoop of drink, living in a bad alley, and being virtuous, Chunge was the most afraid of such an uncle, and he couldn't make people move him by anything, so what did he use to invite people, this trip was not in vain. Fortunately, this Mr. Nanchuan is not desireless, so he has a way to get acquainted.

Chun Ge straightened his collar and strode forward, knocking lightly on the small door that was about to be blown down in the cold wind, only to hear a half-drunk scolding from inside, but he couldn't hear the scolding clearly, maybe this person used the dialect of Liu Hucheng. Chun Ge couldn't hear clearly, or he didn't care at all, all he cared about was knocking on the door of this Mr. Nanchuan's house, so he still knocked on the door hard, and he was puzzled.

Finally, Mr. Nanchuan, annoyed by Chunge's perseverance, rubbed his eyes that were not very sober, scolded without a word, came to the door, opened the door neatly, and said: "No one is there, go home." Then he closed the door.

said that it was too late, Chun Ge calmly stretched out his left foot, just against the small gap that opened the door, and said, "There is no one, go home." ”

It wasn't once or twice that Mr. Nanchuan had sent people like this, but it was the first time he had heard such an answer, which couldn't help but make him a little interested. He opened a small slit in his eyes, and pretended to look at Chun Ge casually, it turned out to be a fifteen or sixteen-year-old boy, but it was a little familiar, Mr. Nanchuan had long forgotten where he had seen such a man who was called a naturally beautiful man.

While Mr. Nanchuan looked at Chunge, Chunge was also observing, this was an old man, full of wine, and carrying a few peach blossom petals, sloppy and sloppy, just talking about the appearance is enough to make people shudder, but this person has bipolar and aura eyes, just a glance, Chunge read the wisdom from it, and there are some traces of the years that have been difficult to water, Chunge is sure, this person is what he is looking for, and he should also be looking for the person he should be looking for.

"Mr. Nanchuan, the late-born official is here." Chunge didn't retract his left foot that stumbled on the door, but moved his upper body, which was not respectful, but it was also polite.

Mr. Nanchuan raised his eyebrows 'obscenely', nodded and said, "I said it was so familiar, it turned out to be Xie Yuangong." After saying that, this Mr. Nanchuan is going to close the door again.

Chun Ge frowned, not only did he not withdraw Fang Cai's foot, but instead pressed his right index finger against the door and said, "Come and pay a visit." ”

Mr. Nanchuan blinked his eyes and raised his right hand without hesitation, patted off Chunge's fingers, and said with a look of Chunge's 'little hand not patting', "There is no Mr. Nanchuan here. ”

Chun Ge pursed his lips, leaned directly against the door, looked over Mr. Nanchuan, and said, "Greetings, peach blossoms, wine." ”

"The fragrance of wine is only for poetry to keep guests, and the peach blossoms are singing with the wind." Mr. Nanchuan picked up the peach petals on his body and threw them lightly on Chunge's body, and the familiarity of this action can be seen in one go.

Suddenly, Chun Ge suddenly remembered that when he was fighting with hundreds of people at the gate of the Liuhu Tongju Mansion, a benevolent brother once threw a pot of wine to him, and this technique was absolutely the same as the person in front of him. Thinking that this old guy had been drunk for a long time, Chun Ge had a sullen feeling in his stomach, so he rolled his eyes and said, "I'm afraid of you, the crooked pot has wine to entertain guests, and how can you treat guests without tea in a broken bowl." ”

Mr. Nanchuan naturally knew that Chun Ge was scolding his family for being poor and there was no tea for the guests to taste, so he shook his head with white hair and said: "A thousand bells of wine, a song full of court fragrance, beautiful." As soon as the words fell, Mr. Nanchuan opened his small door and invited Chunge to enter the door.

Chun Ge's little feet were retracted, and he put his hands away, still the graceful Xie Yuangong, striding forward, it was very easy to enter the door, and when Zheng Chang wanted to come in, he only heard Mr. Nanchuan pointing behind Zheng Chang in surprise and shouting, when Zheng Chang turned his head, Mr. Nanchuan's door was closed tightly, and even a fly could not fly in, and suddenly Zheng Chang burst into tears.

This said, Chun Ge entered Mr. Nanchuan's house, that was the first sight of the intoxicated in it, what is nature, what is the object and I have forgotten, Chun Ge finally experienced.

"The Pure Land of the Heart, a good place for Mr. Nanchuan to find." Chun Ge walked to the peach blossom tree, which was in extremely brilliant bloom, gently flicked the branches, and watched the petals fall.

"You have a pair of discerning eyes, and you are a rare wonderful person in the world." Mr. Nanchuan had just gone to get wine, and he saw two large jars in his arms on both sides, swaying left and right towards Chunge.

"Insight, I admit it, but no one has ever said that Miaoren has ever said it, but I also feel so." Chunge naturally ended up with the big jar in Mr. Nanchuan's right arms, and sniffed his nose closer, and the expression on his face almost stuffed himself in.

"You kid." Mr. Nanchuan didn't seem to have seen a thicker skin than Chunge, and he wanted to tease Chunge a few more words, but who knew that Chunge couldn't resist the 'temptation' of his nose to smell the wine, which made Mr. Nanchuan have to be proud.

"This is last year's peach blossom brew."