Liuzhou has always been very calm, as the most powerful right-hand man under Yunmo, he is a person who has seen the world, but today, he is still surprised and speechless. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

Zuo Ming said: "What did you say?" ”

Seeing such a scene, Coach Yan Jun was very aggrieved and wanted to throw his sleeves away, but he couldn't.

King Yan said: "Zimin." ”

That's it!

The commander of the Yan army sighed in his heart, King Yan is his benefactor, not only his master, but also his year-old friend, since he agreed, he must do it.

The commander of the Yan army said: "You heard it right, the prince of my family has decided to return to the palace of the king of Wu. ”

Liuzhou, Zuo Ming and the others glanced at each other, and the expression on the hook was undisguised shock, and after the shock, joy immediately appeared in their hearts.

Liuzhou said: "King Yan, such a thing is too important, you must ask my master." ”

The head coach of the Yan army was a little angry.

King Yan said: "It should be." At the same time, I glanced at the people around me, and if I can't bear it, I will make a big plan!

I endure!

The flying pigeon soon left the Youzhou military camp and flew towards Youzhou quickly.

Liuzhou looked at the birds in the distance, the last letter had just been sent, and no one expected that there would be such a change.

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Youzhou, cyclamen.

The drunkard rubbed his brows, woke up hungover, still a little unconscious, his eyes opened slightly, and looked at the roof in front of him, worthy of the top room of cyclamen, and the decoration was really gorgeous.

"Hmm!" The drunkard felt the soreness coming from his body, rubbed his body, sat up slowly, and watched the sunlight outside the window shine through the window, sprinkling the clear light of the ground, which was bright and uncomfortable, and his eyes blinked dryly.

"It's dawn!" The drunken man muttered, his lips moving slightly, thinking about the taste of the wine, and instantly became refreshed.

The drunkard said: "No, I promised my senior brother that I must leave quickly, otherwise my senior brother will be angry when he finds out." ”

Senior brother is good at everything, but he is more strict, this time he specially passed the book to him, if he delayed the matter of senior brother, I am afraid that senior brother will never let him be so free again.

"Honorable guest, you're awake." The cyclamen had been keeping an eye on the private room, and when he heard movement inside, he knocked on the door and walked in, holding a basin of lukewarm water in his hand.

The drunkard picked up the towel and wiped it casually, then got up and was about to leave.

The guy looked at the mess all over the ground, the water traces on the ground, the smile on his face remained unchanged, and said with a smile: "Distinguished guest, lunch is ready, are you going to eat in the house, or do you want to go to the lobby downstairs?" ”

The drunkard's steps paused slightly, and a roar sounded in his abdomen, and his long beard covered the embarrassed expression that flashed on his face, "It's good for the old man to go down and eat." ”

"Stir-fried foie gras, vinegared fish fillet, wine-stuffed meatballs......" The guy reported a series of dish names, and soon served a large table of colorful and fragrant meals, no need to do anything, just smelling the taste, already knew that the chef's craftsmanship was not ordinary.

The roar in the belly became louder and louder, and it was almost like a rebellion.

The drunken man didn't bother to say more, and just sat down and ate.

"Who is that man? Look at the ...... he eats," said a guest at a table not far away.

"Shhhh You keep your voice quiet, you don't see who is leading the way. One of his companions reminded.

Cyclamen is the best inn in Youzhou, and as a frequent guest here, there are some rules that these people know.

The drunkard was just eating, completely oblivious to the movements of the people around him since he came down, perhaps even if he heard it, he didn't care at all at the moment.

"Whew!" With a long sigh, there was something in his stomach, and the drunkard regained his composure, looking at the wine jar on the table, his lips moved, and his throat slid with it, and that delicious feeling will never be forgotten by those who have drunk it.

The drunkard stretched out his big hand, directly picked up the wine jar on the table, put it in his arms, and got up to leave.

The sun had risen in the middle of the sky, and it was already noon, which was the time when the most people were eating.

The shopkeeper of the Immortal Guest was very busy, so when he appeared in the lobby, everyone who saw him was surprised.

The big shopkeeper of cyclamen walked directly towards the drunkard, "Old man, stay." ”

Lively cyclamen, there was a moment of silence.

When the drunkard saw the great shopkeeper of the cyclamen striding towards him, he was about to walk outside, but his eyes stopped when he saw a few men standing at the door.

The cyclamen are all ordinary people, and the drunkard's ability to leave naturally can't keep these people, however, he eats and drinks people, and now when he leaves, he will hurt people, there is no such reason in the world.

The drunkard hesitated slightly, and the great shopkeeper of the cyclamen had already walked in front of him, with a smile on his face.

The grand shopkeeper of cyclamen smiled and said, "Old man, His Royal Highness left you a letter here three days ago. ”

The drunkard was surprised: "My letter? Three days ago? ”

The grand shopkeeper of cyclamen smiled and nodded, signaling the old man to follow him to get the letter, and the great shopkeeper of cyclamen was not at all surprised by the surprise on the drunkard's face.

His Royal Highness the Prince is not an ordinary person, it is difficult for many people to see His Royal Highness the Prince, this old man doesn't know what the origin is, His Royal Highness the Prince actually accompanied him to drink, told them to take good care of them, and left him a letter.

The drunkard looked at the letter and asked again in a general confirmation, "When did you say this letter was written?" ”

The grand shopkeeper of cyclamen smiled and said, "Don't worry, old man, His Royal Highness ordered when he left, just wait until you wake up and look at it." ”

The implication is that the old man doesn't have to worry about not reading the letter in time, His Royal Highness the Prince will blame, this is specially ordered by His Royal Highness the Prince, and it will definitely be fine.

It's okay? Something big is wrong!

The drunkard looked at the letter he wrote three days ago, that's right, the point is not that Yunmo wrote a letter to him, after all, the drunkard has long known that Yunmo is the son of Wuwangfu, and the purpose of his coming to Youzhou is that the two of them understand each other in their hearts.

Three days, it's been three days.

The drunkard, or the real person of Yunhe, as long as he thought of this, his scalp was tingling, and there seemed to be a voice of his senior brother next to his ears, as if he had seen the days of freedom and freedom away from him.

The big shopkeeper of the cyclamen took a few steps back, and at that moment, the momentum exuded by the old man in front of him instinctively made him feel wary, this is a master, and he is not in a good mood now.

Yunhe Zhenren read the letter written to him by Yunmo at a glance, and stretched out his big hand, and the big shopkeeper of the cyclamen, who was more than ten steps away, was arrested by him.