The relationship between Yang Zhao and Qian Chengxue is an open secret in the high-level of Daxing City.

Yang Zhao admired Qianchengxue, and the two often corresponded.

Sima Jiu finally understood why Yang Su told him not to provoke Qian Chengxue.

The woman who provoked the King of Jin was afraid that she would have a long life.

In Sima Jiu's memory, Yang Zhao was generous and kind, and after talking today, he knew that the future prince of the empire was really approachable.

The crown prince also seemed to have heard about Sima Jiu coming forward to save Hui Maoxing, and he was extremely polite to him.

After all, Liu Meiniang's Guan Buwei is not a person behind her, and Yang Zhao is a person all the way.

Yang Zhao was very bold, and seeing that Sima Jiu was smart and low-key, he was very satisfied with him.

When Sima Jiu mentioned the war in Bingzhou, the suffering of the people in the north, and the people suffering from the disaster of war, Yang Zhao, the king of Jin, thought so.

In fact, Sima Jiu also knew that Yang Zhao had a good reputation in history, so he dared to speak deeply.

If he met Yang Zhao's younger brother Yang Xuan, he would definitely be silent.

Subsequently, the two talked about the affairs of the DPRK and China, and there were quite similarities in what they saw, and the more they talked, the more speculative they became, and before they knew it, the night was dark.

Yang Zhao is humble by nature and has the temperament of a gentleman, but he is a royal family, and he is still arrogant in his bones, and he is rarely so familiar with people who meet for the first time.

"Sima Jiu, this king is fortunate to have heard your masterpieces, and today, this king will invite you to taste a rare wine." Afterwards, Yang Zhao motioned to Qian Chengxue to pick up some of his own treasures.

Sima Jiu was curious, he was a college student in his previous life, he was a minor, and he was not good at what he was in the cup.

After he crossed over to the Sui Dynasty, he drank wine several times in Bingzhou, and to be honest, he was very slanderous about the low-alcohol wine of the Sui Dynasty.

It's like drinking RIO, but it can also be considered alcohol?

It's just that he doesn't know what kind of wine Yang Zhao will come up with.

Gongsun Lingyin saw her sister Qian Chengxue go to get wine, and followed obediently.

Not long after, Qian Chengxue carried a tray with four clay pots on the plate, and Gongsun Lingyin came with a set of colored crystal wine utensils.

Sima Jiu fixed his eyes and saw that the King of Secret Dao Jin made an extraordinary move.

Regardless of the wine, this set of colored crystal barware alone is extremely rare.

At least, for the Sui Dynasty, it was a peerless treasure.

A single-handle melon-shaped wine bottle with a height of more than a foot, accompanied by a tall transparent crystal cup, is actually similar to the wine utensils used to drink red wine in the world before Sima Jiu crossed over.

Could it be that these wine utensils, who admired Sima Jiu's name, also traveled to the Sui Dynasty?

King Jin saw Sima Jiu staring at the wine utensils, and laughed: "This thing is particularly rare, use it with the grape alcohol of the Western Regions, the flavor is excellent, Sima Jiu, this king and you are in love, I must have a taste." ”

"Thank you King Jin for your favor." Sima Jiu thanked excitedly.

Gongsun Lingyin was very well-behaved, and after she took a clay pot and opened it, she immediately wafted out a smell of wine. She then poured the red wine from the clay pot into a single-handle melon-shaped bottle and shook it gently.

"Good wine!" Sima Jiu didn't know how to drink, but the taste of wine was so strong, it was definitely a fine wine, at least more mellow than the wine he had drunk in Bingzhou.

"Come, come, pour." King Jin motioned for Qiancheng Snow to pour wine.

"Don't see it, such a beautiful wine, you must taste it."

"King Jin, please!" Soon after, Sima Jiu held the wine glass in both hands and bowed down in front of his forehead to show his respect for the King of Jin.

"Please!" Sima Jiu took a sip of tea elegantly, the entrance of this wine was sour, and as the wine went down his stomach, there was a scorching breath in his abdomen.

"The mellow fragrance is overflowing and refreshing, the entrance is sour and astringent, the taste is round, the abdomen is burning and the air is returning to the intestines, the fragrance lasts forever, the aftertaste is endless, good wine, good wine." Sima Jiu skimmed out a long paragraph describing the wine.

He doesn't know how to drink, but if he wants to find a word to praise red wine, he will naturally come easily.

"Hahahaha! Childe really understands wine. When King Jin heard Sima Jiu's praise, he also took a sip happily.

Qianchengxue and Gongsun Lingyin also raised their glasses and drank together.

In this way, the four of you take a sip, and in a short time, a can of red wine will be in the stomach.

Gongsun Lingyin is not strong enough to drink, three cups of belly, his pretty face is like a red glow, he looks dizzy, and he is very cute.

Qian Chengxue doesn't like to talk, but the amount of alcohol is very good, and she accompanies the two of them to drink one by one.

At this time, the night was deep, the white light of the night pearl, the red light of the coral, the weight of Yang Su's instrument, and the king of Jin's push cup and lamp actually made Sima Jiu have a dreamlike feeling.

It seems that everything in front of me is a beautiful dream.

"Grape wine glow-in-the-dark cup, if you want to drink the pip, urge immediately, drunk and lying on the battlefield, Jun Mo smiled, and a few people came back to fight in ancient times." Sima Jiu took a drink, and suddenly remembered the heroism of the Sui and Tang Dynasties' expeditions to the Western Regions, and the collision between Gao Xianzhi and the black-clothed food in Talas, and couldn't help but say another classic poem.

Gongsun Lingyin was already slightly dizzy, lying on the table and insisting, when she heard Sima Jiu's poem, she actually raised her head and looked at Sima Jiu in a daze.

Yang Zhao's eyes lit up, the wine glass in his hand slammed up on the table, and he stood up suddenly. "Drunk and lying on the battlefield, Jun Mo smiled, and a few people came back to fight in ancient times. Persuade you to drink a glass of wine, and there is no one in Yangguan in the west. ”

"Good poetry, good poetry, magnificent, endless mind, if I, Yang Zhao, have the destiny to go west to conquer and expand the territory for the empire, it will not be in vain. When the time comes, this king will definitely take you, Sima Jiu, you go, you have to go, if you don't go, you have to go. ”

Sima Jiu looked up at the King of Jin in front of him, this person who was above 10,000 people under one person in the future, there was actually a faint fluctuation of water light in his eyes.

"This poem can have a sound, a spiritual sound, can you give this king a song?" Yang Zhao shouted loudly.

Gongsun Lingyin drunkenly walked to the piano plate, raised his hand and stroked the piano.

Sima Jiu listened to her tune, it seemed that it was the current popular general order, the song was heroic and generous, accompanied by the rapid movement of Gongsun Lingyin's hands, and a solemn and heroic aura came to his face.

Sima Jiu seemed to be dragged by the sound of the piano to the Western Regions, where the city was full of white-haired soldiers, and dragged to the side of the Mo Dao soldiers who were like a wall and were shattered, he raised his hand to look at the sky and looked at the roof, and his chest was full of pride.

"Hahahaha! With such a heroic song, how can there be no match for Cher's dancing. Yang Zhao listened to the general's order, laughed, and looked at Qian Chengxue beside him.

Qianchengxue smiled, didn't change her clothes, and came to the middle of the hall with her legs raised.

At this time, it was a relatively soothing tune, Qian Chengxue stroked her face with both hands, slowly opened, and her eyes were actually full of compassion and regret, as if the family members of the soldiers of the Western Expedition were looking forward to the return of their relatives.

Then, Gongsun Lingyin's tune gradually became excited, Qianchengxue's limbs stretched and danced boldly, and her body seemed to be pulled by an invisible force, advancing towards the goal proudly.

Gongsun Lingyin and Qianchengxue cooperated very skillfully, with Gongsun Lingyin's tune becoming more and more violent, Qianchengxue spun extremely quickly in the center of the hall, and the audience was full of her graceful figure, she leaped and tumbled, as if she was in the final battlefield.

After this agitation lasted for a while, finally, Gongsun Lingyin's tune became soothing again, and finally came to an abrupt end.

And Qianchengxue lay on the ground, raised her head with the last tone, and looked at King Jin in a daze, tears falling from her eyes, just like the wife of an expeditionary soldier, the expression of the moment she saw the soldier return.

King Jin looked at Qian Chengxue's eyes, his love grew, he stood up, and when he was about to speak, his face suddenly turned red, and his body trembled rapidly, he wanted to speak, but he opened his mouth but couldn't speak.

Then, King Jin turned his head to look at Sima Jiu, with a strange expression, and as soon as his eyes were closed, he was about to fall.

Sima Jiu suddenly felt bad, and walked forward quickly almost at the same time as Qian Chengxue.

Sima Jiu took a step faster and hugged King Jin, who seemed to be unconscious.

Sima Jiu looked at the unconscious King of Jin, and then remembered that the history books recorded that a year after the King of Jin was made the crown prince, he died early due to illness.

Could it be that at this time, he was already ill?

Sima Jiu wanted to cry without tears, and felt that he was going to faint and faint.

And Qian Chengxue and Gongsun Lingyin don't seem to have encountered such a thing for the first time, and at some point, Qian Chengxue was already holding a delicate porcelain vase in his hand.