Looking at this group of court bigwigs, who can be regarded as famous, under his own leadership, trying to smoke one by one, Yan Ming was emotional and funny. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

It's just that Ji Di is too awesome, and he turned out to be a natural smoker, and between swallowing clouds and spitting fog, he actually sucked out the artistic conception.

"It's a good thing, I took two puffs, and it seems to be much clearer in my head." Ji Di sighed, and took advantage of the black smoke miasma that everyone was inhaling, grabbed most of the remaining cigarettes on the plate and put them in his sleeve.

Seeing this group of people like this, Yan Ming is full of prospects for his future tobacco industry.

It feels good to carry the ancients to do bad things, especially for people who have done bad things together, and the feelings seem to be easier to sublimate.

No, Han Yan, who has always had a sense of distance from everyone, has now used the strength of wine and smoke to hug Ji Di with one hand and pull the bushman with the other to chat.

Dou Ying on the side was a little stunned, watching the three of them chatting on the side, and smirked.

Sima Xiangru is trying to learn the ability to swallow clouds and spit out fog, according to him, this cigarette is smoked, and it seems that there is a literary talent flashing, and he wants to resign.

Dongfang Shuo seems to be free and easy, but at the moment he is hiding far away, as if he is very sensitive to the smell of smoke and does not dare to approach.

Seeing the smoke coming out of the house, Yan Ping thought that there was a fire, and hurried into the house with water.

Everyone made a fuss for a while with the strength of the wine, and Dou Ying said with a smile: "Yanhou, when will the tables and chairs I ordered from you be delivered to Chang'an?" ”

Han Yan had already put on a pair of pants with these people who usually looked at him unpleasantly, and also asked, "That's right, we can be regarded as brothers, and I also have a set of tables and chairs." ”

"Tables and chairs? Is this the thing? The bushman said loudly as he slapped the table.

Yan Ming rubbed his head, it seems that this set of bushes is also indispensable.

These days, Old Man Lu is busy working on the construction site, and he has forgotten about the tables and chairs.

"Don't worry, don't worry, I promise everyone will have it then." Yan Ming had no choice but to be perfunctory.

There was nothing left on the table. Dongfang Shuo, a guy who is known for being funny, is even more exaggerated and licks several vegetable soups cleanly.

Guan Fu and Dou Ying drank for a while, Sima Xiangru tilted his neck on the side, and from time to time he came up with a gorgeous rhetoric, which made everyone applaud.

Han Yan was on the side, and for the first time felt that she had finally approached everyone in the court. His face was full of smiles, for so many years, he had secretly been to the Xiongnu to learn foreign living habits for Emperor Wu of the Han Dynasty. For the sake of Emperor Wu of the Han Dynasty, he pretended to be arrogant and lascivious, and endured the misunderstanding of the ministers of the same dynasty.

Now, in Yan Ming's dinner, Han Yan's socialization has taken a big step.

When the sun was in the west, Dou Ying's wine dissipated a little. He took two puffs of a cigarette in his hand, and expertly puffed out the smoke from his nose.

The bushman was also on the side, holding a cigarette, taking a puff, and exclaiming: "Wei Qihou, you said that when we put down the rebellion of the Seven Kingdoms, if we could smoke a cigarette before the battle, would it also boost morale!" ”

Meng Tian smiled silently, just smoked silently.

Sima Xiangru had already asked for a pen, ink, paper, and inkstone, holding a brush in one hand, holding a cigarette in the other, taking a puff, and writing a sentence with a pen and a snake.

After a few cigarettes, he actually wrote a rhetoric.

Yan Ming leaned over and took a look, and the case was amazing. Sima Xiangru wrote not another, but praised the magic of smoke.

"This article is called "Swallowing Clouds and Spitting Fog", how about it?" Seeing Yan Ming coming over, Sima Xiangru asked.

Yan Ming nodded and said, "Good article, this article, I must keep it, no one can take it, not you." ”

Sima Xiangru laughed, nodded and said: "This "Swallowing Clouds and Spitting Mist Fu" is Sima Xiang's gift to thank Yanhou for the feast today, please Yanhou smile." ”

Yan Ming was slightly stunned, and his heart was full of joy. With Sima Xiangru's resignation, the tobacco leaves in the future can continue to advertise this, and when the time comes, those counties and countries who have moved to Maolingtun will be in sorrow, not just smoking and drinking, and living away from sorrow.

"Alcohol and cigarettes, alcohol and cigarettes. Now that the smoke is there, this wine must also be improved. Yan Ming showed a smile on his face, the current Han Dynasty, after the recuperation of Emperor Wenjing, is already rich in Wufu Minfeng. Food is no longer an issue.

"Yanhou, let's eat and drink well, and we should go home. When I came to Yanhou's Mansion today, I was really happy. Wei Qihou Prime Minister Dou Ying patted Yan Ming's shoulder and said.

The smell of smoke on his body was very strong.

Yan Ming hurriedly arched his hand and said: "The prime minister is too famous, but it is the arrival of everyone that has added luster to Yan Ming and made the Yan family shine!" ”

"Yan Hou is not polite. Do you still have this cigarette, give some more to the bushman, you haven't smoked enough! The bushman leaned over with a smile and said.

Yan Ming clenched his fists and said apologetically on his face: "The number of cigarettes is not much, so I won't give it away." But everyone wait until autumn, and I'll send you enough tobacco leaves, and then everyone will sit together and smoke whatever you want. ”

"Okay, let's take note of what you said. I have always been honest and do not accept gifts. Your cigarette is a different one, don't forget to bring me a large portion. Ji Dian laughed.

Yan Ming smiled and agreed.

Just as everyone was about to leave, Wei Qihou Dou Ying suddenly stopped.

He patted his head and said as if he had suddenly realized: "Oh, you can't just go like this, you see my memory." What, Yanhou, I have one more thing, you have to agree. ”

Yan Ming was slightly stunned and waited for Dou Ying to continue.

"Well, see if you can lend me the cook surnamed Liu behind you for a few days. I'll ask him to train my cook, such a good dish, can't you Yanhou alone! Dou Ying said.

As if he was afraid that Yan Ming would not agree, Dou Ying added another sentence and said, "Don't worry, I'll borrow it for two or three days, and then I'll send him back." ”

"How about two or three days? My chef also needs to be taught by Master Liu. Yanhou, please don't move, Master Liu can still go, right? The bushman's rough voice is like a quarrel at all times, no wonder he is being played by Tian Wei, and at first glance he is a straightforward and troublesome man.

"That's it, I can't come back for three or two days, and my family wants Chef Liu to take a look." Han Yan also said with a smile: "But this chef is going, our family's stove room is not the Yanhou family's cauldron, but the Ding Wok." If you want to copy the banquet of Yanhou's family, then you need the whole cauldron. ”

Han Yan is smart, and he can always see the most fundamental ideas when looking at things.

After his reminder, Dou Ying also wanted to understand, and immediately asked people to go up to the back stove of Yan Ming's house to pull out the pot, and said with a smile: "Don't use the table and chairs for the time being, sell this pot to me first." Five dollars, a lot. ”

Yan Ming hurriedly stopped him, and said with a smile: "Isn't it just a pot, it's not worth five times." In this way, you bring the blacksmith from Dongtou to Chang'an, and he will build the cauldron. ”

Dou Ying gave up at this time, and took Chef Liu, who had been called earlier, to find the blacksmith in the east of the village.

Everyone said goodbye one after another, and Yan Ming sent him off with a gift.

Looking at the frame that was gradually moving away, Yan Ming suddenly thought of the later Taizu's "Sending the Plague God", and couldn't help but whisper: "By asking the plague monarch where he wants to go, the paper boat is burning brightly!" ”

Looking back, it seems that there is something wrong with it, and I can't help but shake my head.