The rainy valley of Dragon's Whiskers suddenly changes in winter, the cold wind blows away the endless drizzle and dense fog, and the rare sun sits on the fist sculpture of the ambergris, from where the cold air spirals down, if you take a deep breath, the cold air will be cold from the nose to the center of the feet.

In the early morning, when everything had not yet woken up, the wine flag was waving in the wind, and a drinker was lying down on the steps, and the crowing rooster jumped down from the eaves and landed on the back of the drinker, and he still woke up with a loud breath, and the smell of wine from his mouth made the rooster flap its wings twice.

The blacksmith shop opposite opened its doors, and the heavy wooden doors were removed one by one by the blacksmith apprentices, and the old blacksmith with a thick waist and round legs came out of the dimly lit blacksmith shop, and stood in the street, stretching out towards the sun. In the shop next door, there was a businessman from Nan Chulai, who was muttering and complaining that this year's ambergris grass was much more expensive than in previous years.

The blacksmith apprentice moved the armor and weapons displayed in the shop outside and exposed them to the sun, and the sunlight stacked down, and the armor and weapons glowed like fish scales. The old blacksmith moved his limbs for a moment, went to the stove, twisted a hammer, and struck it with a clang. The drinker lying in the door of the liquor store was still not awake, and the rooster found a worm in his hair, and then left satisfied.

A group of soldiers in armor passed in front of the blacksmith's shop, wearing full armor and pointed helmets, some holding halberds, some carrying heavy swords, and their heavy steps clattered the bluestone path in the alley. The drinker still didn't wake up, and his mouth squirmed again and again, as if he was talking in a dream.

"Send him a bowl of wine."

The uneven armor was smoothed and flattened under the old blacksmith's hammer, and the blacksmith apprentice brought a jar of wine, and the old blacksmith took a sip, and was about to take a sip of the armor on the fly, but he paused and told the apprentice to bring a bowl of wine to the drinker who was lying in front of the winery.

The blacksmith apprentice walked to the opposite side and placed the bowl in front of the sprinkler's nose.

"Fragrant, really fragrant."

The drinker squirmed his nose and did not open his eyes, chasing the source of the aroma with his red tom nose. Eventually, he closed his eyes and bit the bowl with his mouth, licked the wine from the bowl with his tongue like a dog drinking water, burped, and continued to sleep with his head in his arms.

"Drunkard."

"Hahaha."

The blacksmith apprentice muttered, the old blacksmith picked up his hammer and laughed, and the soldiers, who had already gone away, turned around and shook their heads at the drinker. At this moment, the door of the wine shop 'creaked' open, and a foot poked out from the crack in the door, it was an incomparably slender foot, covered with soft embroidered shoes, the shoes fit perfectly with the foot body, almost impossible to distinguish between you and me, the ankle was not exposed, only a small round ball could be seen, very delicate, the toe was embroidered with an orchid, beautiful but not charming.

Lan Qin'er, the top brand of "Lan Yu Yuan", is not charming, with small eyebrows, a jade-bead-like nose, warm lips, wearing a deep skirt with a white background and blue edges, and an orchid flower is also embroidered on the piping.

"Well, when did you come?"

"Early, early on......"

"Get up, it's cold on the ground."

"No, it's not cold, it's not cold at all."

Lan Yu'er squatted down and tried to help the drunkard up, but the drunkard held his head and the wine bowl and refused to get up, and muttered indistinctly, so anxious that a layer of blush flew on her face.

The drunkard was too heavy and squirmed, and Lan Yu'er didn't help him up several times, but was almost pulled into his arms.

"Hahaha......"

The old blacksmith laughed, and the neighbors also hid their mouths and snickered.

Listening to the laughter, Lan Yu'er became even more anxious, her face was so red that she was oozing blood, but her eyebrows and eyes were slightly charming, and she didn't show her bewitching beauty until this moment. She frowned and thought for a moment, her eyes lit up, she took out a beautiful little wine jug from her bosom, unscrewed the lid, put the spout to the drunkard's nose, and gently fanned it with her hand.

The smell of wine drilled into the drunkard's nose, and the drunkard kept wrinkling his nose, his eyes still not open, but his neck was up.

Lan Yu'er fanned the aroma of wine and raised the wine jug little by little. So, a comedy scene appeared, and the drunkard was seen pressing his hands on the ground, raising his neck and body, until he was completely upright, and he didn't need to be helped at all. The aroma of wine was like a rope that lifted him up.

The spectators were dumbfounded.

The drunkard opened his sleepy eyes, looked at the beauty in front of him, confused and confused, but snatched the wine jug in her hand, tilted his neck and poured it, and praised: "Good wine, good wine!" ”

"Who am I?"

Lan Yu'er smiled softly and asked playfully. The drunkard drank all the wine, hung the wine jug on his waist, and looked at Lan Yu'er with a smile: "Who else can make such a beautiful wine?" Of course, my fine gentleman, Lan Yu'er. ”

"Xijun?"

A layer of mist rose in Lan Yu'er's eyes, and the fingertips on her waist kept moving, Xijun is another name for his wife, she is the top brand of "Lan Yuyuan", and the drunkard standing in front of her is a nobleman from Yan Kingdom, his surname shows his identity, the son of the Guan family among the three major surnames of Yan Kingdom, Guan Luofeng.

Of course, Lan Yu'er wanted to marry Guan Luofeng, and she dreamed that although she was a beautiful concubine, she was as guarded as jade, and there was only one benefactor in her life, and that was Guan Luofeng. However, how could a nobleman of noble status marry a beautiful concubine?

"Are you talking about drinking?" Lan Yu'er's voice trembled a little.

"No, you're my fine gentleman."

The sun set on Guan Luofeng's forehead, the young nobleman's eyes were extremely sincere, his forehead was covered with sweat, and his expression was still a little nervous: "Are you willing to be my fine gentleman?" I have nothing but this mouth and belly. They only do one thing, and that is to drink. He touched his stomach and smiled awkwardly.

Lan Yu'er smiled with charming eyes, her smile was very good, and the two dimples were deeply sunk in: "You still have a horse, thin and dirty, you just rode that horse and crashed into my carriage, you were not injured at all, but you lay on the ground and refused to get up, and blackmailed me, if you refuse to give you wine, you will rob me to do it, do ......" She said the scene when she and Guan Luofeng first met, Guan Luofeng at that time was down, lazy like a scoundrel, of course, he is not much better now, Still a down-and-out scoundrel.

"Do what?" Guan Luofeng shrugged.

"Fine, fine."

Lan Yu'er lowered her head, looking at her toes, her neck was red, but her heart trembled with the orchids on her toes.

Guan Luofeng touched his head and smirked.

The sun fell, entangled in the shadows of the two, as beautiful as this winter.

"Bell, bell, bell."

The old blacksmith picked the hammer more happily, and the whole Ambergris Fort knew that this pair of children was a good match, to his nobles, to his Yanji, to his respectful etiquette, Ambergris Fort is not elsewhere, the men in Ambergris Castle appreciate women and marry her as a fine king, and women love men to be his fine kings, this is a natural truth, isn't it? Which eye of yours saw it, Lao Tzu hammered you to death with a hammer!

"I said that if anything, as long as you mention it, others will definitely be willing to marry you! You don't believe it, and you gave Lao Tzu two punches! ”

An untimely voice sounded, and Fu Feng Zeyi turned out of the corner of the alley, holding a piece of bread in his hand, his mouth bulging, and the big sword behind him blowing in the wind, his sword hanging from his waist, a crack in his armor, a slight wound on his face, and his eyes were black and swollen, as if he had been punched twice by someone. He walked to the door of the wine shop, stood on the steps with a big grin, looked down at the crowd that was gathering more and more, suddenly turned around, patted Guan Luofeng's shoulder, and laughed: "Get married now, and go into the cave room with the bride." ”

"Into the cave room, into the cave room!"

The crowd burst into laughter.

"I've already drunk the wine, now let's worship heaven and earth and enter the cave room." The old blacksmith threw the hammer and found a heavy sword from the weapon rack, and by some time he had put on a suit of armor.

The soldiers who walked to the mouth of the alley turned around and stuffed the alley, and the alley was also full of soldiers, all of whom were wearing armor and holding weapons without exception, with solemn expressions. The stables were opened, the horses were pulled out, the armor was put on, and the chariots poured in from all directions, gathering directly below the fist sculpture. The sun fell on the chariots, on the horses, on the armor of the warriors, giving them the color of the sun.

The women of the Ambergris Castle watched as these brave warriors placed the precious ambergris flowers at their feet. Ambergris is green, representing life and hope, while its buds are white, symbolizing pure loyalty and bravery.

Everyone in Ambergris knows that the final war is coming.

The powerful enemy cut off the river behind it, and the water source of the Ambergris Fort was already seriously insufficient, and the enemy poured in from the dry secret passage, and the lord had been guarding the secret passage for half a month, fighting every day. It wasn't until last night that the secret passage was finally lost. Fufeng chose the wings and had to order someone to block the dark passage with stones. However, blocking the secret passage cannot stop the panicked people's hearts.

"We want to fight, don't bow your head like a turtle!"

The soldiers were roaring in the dark, the men in the ambergris were roaring, the enemy's stone throwers were throwing stones at the walls every day, and the stones rained down on the walls, crackling and crackling, and the enemy's ladders towered like trees, and they climbed all over the walls like ants. Although they could not attack for a while, every soldier felt that he had been greatly insulted.

"Come on, the first battle in the open, the last battle! The people in Ambergris don't fear death, neither do the men, and neither do the women! ”

"Woo, woo......"

The sound of the horn sounded, Fu Feng Zeyi turned on the horse, turned his head, and smiled at Guan Luofeng who was standing at the door of the wine shop: "You go to the cave room first, and then drink the wine when Lao Tzu comes back!" ”

"Come back and drink again!"

"Drink him!"

The soldiers burst into laughter. The old blacksmith raised his iron sword, his face flushed, he had not been so passionate for a long time, and men should be like this, drinking the strongest wine, sleeping beautiful women, and sprinkling the most hot blood on the land they loved the most.

Guan Luofeng walked down the steps and stopped in front of the horse's head that was helping the wind to choose its wings.

Fufeng chooses wings and says angrily; "Lao Tzu is going to fight, not drinking, why are you following Lao Tzu?"

"I said I would be with you. Drink the wine and drink it again when you come back from victory! As he spoke, Guan Luofeng turned his head and smiled at Lan Yu'er, who was teary in his eyes.