The June sun is already quite poisonous, let alone at noon, it takes an hour or two to bask in the sun, unless there are shade props on the head.

No, the girls in line showed their talents, either lace hats, or parasols, and the worst ones were also covered with fans or sleeves.

But he didn't, he kept standing straight, like a soldier stationed at the exit, motionless until a group of people came out of the door, one of whom was a woman in purple.

The woman was not very old, between twenty-five or sixteen years old, her eyebrows were picturesque, her eyes were dignified, and her cheeks were smeared with some rouge, which looked particularly ruddy, and at first glance she knew that she was the wife of a large family, especially the sachet hanging from her waist, exuding a refreshing fragrance.

"Ma'am." The soul chasing suddenly moved, he bent down, this woman was none other than Liu Ying, the mistress of the Xue family, Xue Mulan's aunt. In order to inquire about the whereabouts of the young lady, Soul Chaser has been to the Xue family countless times, and has also seen this hostess many times.

Liu Ying didn't expect to meet an acquaintance in Tongguan City, she was stunned for a moment, and also recognized the old man's personal soldiers, "It's you, have you found Miss?" She just asked casually, and there was nothing special about it, because she knew that Soul Chaser had been doing this all these years.

"Found it. Madam. Soul Chaser replied.

"Well, it's good to find it." Liu Ying said, got into the carriage, and came to Tongguan this time, saying that the third prince invited her, but she was actually coerced, and she didn't let her take it, and even the groom who drove the car was sent by the third prince. After arriving at Tongguan, she was directly sent to the sage's shop, and she didn't even drink a sip of tea, she didn't have to queue up, and the box was booked for her by the military advisor himself.

She didn't see anything except the tragic appearance of the saint, but she was exquisite, and she had already guessed a little, because her old man Xue Liuguang was also in the realm of a saint, but he was defeated four years ago and exiled to the Hu country. Could it be that it's in there? Thinking of this, her heart ached like a knife, but she didn't show it, just obeyed the groom's arrangement.

The carriage went in a loop, the sun was still scorching, and the soul chaser stood straight and straight until the three of Bianliang swaggered out.

The clothes were worth a thousand taels of silver, which made Bianliang feel very proud.

He felt that the boss lady looked at him differently, and he probably heard it, when people were proud, he felt that others wanted to slap him, and Bianliang felt this way at this time.

However, soon his feelings were shattered, and the proprietress said goodbye to them, "Okay, we are destined to meet again." ”

"Say goodbye." Bianliang hurriedly stepped forward and said, "My people still have to send you there, let's go together." ”

The proprietress was not very interested, as if she had no fun in the shop just now, she was no longer coquettish when she came, and she was a little lonely, and even a little absent-minded.

Xue Mulan had nowhere to go, she walked beside her eldest brother, chasing the soul and following behind, as a pro-soldier, he had long been accustomed to following, and similarly, he was used to not talking much, so he didn't say what he had happened to his wife, and this brought huge trouble to everyone and indelible disasters to his wife.

The road felt so long when I came, but it felt very short when I went back, and it didn't take long for the four of them to return to the hotel, the hostess and the wine.

"Little Er, serve the wine." Bianliang couldn't wait to shout, "Give me another upper room." "He's going to spend the night here tonight, after all, the proprietress here, Sao. With such a hostess, the male guests always want to stay longer.

I didn't want the proprietress to interrupt his kindness, "There is no upper room, only a firewood room." "The hostess's shop is a place to eat, not a place to stay, otherwise what if the guests who want to burn themselves touch the wrong room.

"The firewood room is good." Xue Mulan said that if he slept in the inn, it would be difficult to guarantee that Bianliang would not ask two people to share a bed like Xinye. The reason has also been thought of by her, that guy will say that he has no money and can only open a room with a double bed. And the firewood room, naturally, has no bed, and everyone sleeps on its own, which is really good.

I have slept in the wilderness of Xinye City, what is the firewood room, Bianliang has no objection, which makes the proprietress feel very strange in her heart, a young master who is as rich as Bianliang can actually endure the firewood room, this young man's heart makes her a little puzzled.

"Serve the wine." The proprietress shouted, and the hot roasted knife wine really came up.

This wine was really burned, Xue Mulan and Soul Chasing only drank two bowls, and the two of them lay on the table. Compared with the wine in the drunken fairy building, the burning knife is much stronger, so you need to drink slowly while watching the coquettish lady of the proprietress to get drunk slowly.

"It's not productive." is also two bowls of belly, Bianliang doesn't feel it at all, it's not that he had a good amount of alcohol in his previous life, but Li Changsheng's body is very good, and fighting wine to the end is fighting for his body. "Doesn't the proprietress drink?" Bian Liang asked curiously.

Today's proprietress is very strange, she is not complaining, but in a daze, at the empty door, as if there is a lover she hasn't seen for a long time standing at the door, and she is also deaf to Bianliang's questions.

Someone at the door? Bianliang turned his head and actually saw people.

A strong man carried a rattan chair on his back, and a young man sat on the rattan chair, it was Duan Qilang who was redeemed by Bianliang, and the difference between him and in the shop was that at this moment his face had been cleaned up, and his clothes were also put on, looking white and clean, Si Swenwen.

"Young Master Bian, someone has been delivered." The strong man put the rattan chair on the ground, this is a rattan chair with two armrests, the backrest is tied into two circles with two ropes, the strong man is to use these two circles as straps, and carry people here.

"Carry it on your back." Bianliang said, gesturing to the edge of his desk. This was a long table for four people, Bian Liang was sitting with his back to the door, Xue Mulan was lying on his right, and Soul Chaser was lying opposite Xue Mulan.

Dahan left after putting Duan Qilang away, and during the whole process, Duan Qilang's face was always numb in the shop, his eyes were dead and lifeless, even if Bianliang put the burning knife wine in front of his mouth, he didn't react.

"Little Er, pour wine." Bianliang shouted, for the numb person, the best way is not to let him live in a dream, but to get him drunk first, the dream will die when the dream is broken, and he will be reborn after waking up, so it is called drunk and dreaming of death.

"Hostess, drink!" Bian Liang shouted again, he found that in fact, the boss's daze and Duan Qilang's stupidity were somewhat similar, it seemed that the soul had been traumatized, and wine was the best thing to forget sadness, there was no one.

This time, the proprietress finally stopped being stunned, but she didn't complain, just sat quietly opposite Bianliang and said, "The old lady is not interested today." "If you are not interested, you will not be drunk, and if you are not drunk, why should you drink, the world knows that the sober person is the most painful.

"I have a story." Bian Liang said, "How can there be no story when drinking, and naturally there is interest when you have a story." "Bian Liang especially wants to drink today, not that he is particularly interested, but the scene of the saint's shop, which touched him too much, in the memory of his previous life, he had waited for death in prison, for a long time, and there was also a dead fish-like look like a wave of riding waves, at that time, it would be good to have wine, and there would be no pain, those numb pain that penetrated deep into the bone marrow. He wanted to drink these wines, to tell the pain in his heart, to tell the pain of being victimized by his classmates.

But he failed, because the proprietress listened to him, and drank it instantly, and drank it for three bowls, and after drinking, she said, "Today you drink with me, and I will tell you a story!" "The hostess didn't give him time to think about it, the wine was still pouring and the story had already begun.

"When we met, I said I wasn't pretty, and he said it was enough to see it for a lifetime."

"So I believed in love, I said I was afraid that the sun would tan me, and he said to accompany me to tan and tan together."

"I said I liked to drink, so he took matters into his hands and brewed a room full of wine, which was very strong."

"He said that he would be with me every day, otherwise his heart would ache like a knife, and I said that if there is a day, you will drink wine and burn the knife in your heart with wine, so this wine is called burning knife wine."

"He said he was going to marry me, and I said I would open a hotel in his brewing house and wait for him to come."

"He also said he was the boss, and I said that I would be the boss."

"He didn't come to marry me, it was his son who came to the hotel to find me, calling me aunt."

"He didn't drink the burning knife, I was the one who drank the burning knife, I drank it every day, and I didn't get drunk every day."

"He is now his boss, I am my boss, he said he has his troubles, I say I have my coquettishness."

。。。。。。

The story is like a burning knife poured out of a wine urn, and it is endless. The best story for drinking is a sad love story, and people with this kind of story will drink very quickly, very ruthlessly, and easily get drunk.

When the story was finished, the proprietress also lay down. Bianliang is still drinking, Duan Qilang is also drinking, and the saint is not drunk, so the saint is even more painful.

The proprietress was drunk when she lay down, but she already had a smile on her face, the story is in a dream, and the ending will always be good. Duan Qilang was not drunk, but he began to cry silently, tears were left behind, mixed with wine, and poured into his stomach by Xiao Er.

In this way, from drinking until dark in the afternoon, and drinking until Xiao Er closed the door, Bian Liang asked Xiao Er to help and moved all his people into the firewood room.

"Poor people!" He sighed, through the window of the firewood room, he saw that it was pitch black outside, and there was no moonlight, "The moon is dark and the wind is high to kill people in the night, and you can't kill all the people in the world." The story of the proprietress touched him deeply, and if he had a knife, he might give the boss a knife.