Ying Xuan pinched his nose in disgust, staying away from this unkempt drunkard. The drunkard hiccuped and staggered to lean on him.

Zhang Jing stopped in the middle, also covering her nose, and she was almost out of breath with the smell of wine all over her body. "Go away!"

The drunkard was stunned for a moment, and his hands brushed away his long hair that was almost up to his shoulders, revealing a deep-set eye, and he looked at Zhang Jing's face in a daze.

Zhang Jing had never been out of the grassland before, where had she seen this kind of person, her delicate little face instantly turned pale, and she was about to make a move.

"Don't do it, don't do it, he's just a drunkard, and he will naturally leave after giving wine." The guy explained with a smile, turned around and changed his fierce face, and reprimanded, "Give you wine, don't disturb the guests again." ”

The drunkard took the bottle with a smile, but he didn't mean to walk away, his eyes kept staring ahead. The guy is also very strange, what the hell is wrong with this guy, he has already hid and drunk the wine on weekdays. Worried about affecting the guests, he quickly pulled the drunkard out of the door, and when he returned, he fanned himself in front of his nose with a pained expression.

"Man, we're going to see your shopkeeper." Li Xinfang said after carefully observing it.

"If you need anything, just tell me, shopkeeper ......"

"I said I wanted to see the shopkeeper, didn't you understand?" Li Xinfang grabbed the man's collar and threatened.

Ying Xuan deliberately covered his face with his hands and looked away. If the guy who stated it saw this scene, would he still praise her, and if Mrs. Yang saw it, would she still think that he was a crooked vixen?

The man hurriedly begged for mercy, and climbed upstairs with a roll, and after a while, a middle-aged man walked down the stairs.

Ying Xuan secretly breathed a sigh of relief, this boss is reliable at a glance, there is at least a masculinity in his body, at least much stronger than the pseudo-girl boss in Xixian County, as soon as he mentioned that boss, goosebumps seemed to fall to the ground again.

"A few upstairs, please!" The shopkeeper spoke respectfully, leading the four of them to a private room on the second floor.

After Li Xinfang made sure that there was no one around, he closed the door, and then bent his knees to salute the shopkeeper: "Uncle Zhao, I'm still here!" ”

The shopkeeper quickly stepped forward and asked eagerly, "What's wrong, what's wrong with Master Li?" ”

At the mention of his father, Li Xinfang's nose was sore, and his eyes flowed down uncontrollably, and Li Xinyi also sobbed in a low voice when he saw his sister like this.

Seeing this scene, the shopkeeper became even more anxious, and kept urging: "Xinfang, don't cry, what's wrong?" ”

Seeing Li Xinfang like this, Ying Xuan thought that the shopkeeper in front of him must be a reliable person, so he said for Li Xinfang: "Uncle Zhao, someone has invaded the grassland, the whereabouts of the middle father are unknown, and almost all the others were killed. ”

"What!" The shopkeeper clenched his fist and slammed it on the table, his frustration especially evident on his face. He closed his eyes in pain, and for a moment the world spun around, and he nearly fell to the ground.

"Shopkeeper, are you alright?" Ying Xuan helped him in time.

The shopkeeper shook his head, stood up with difficulty, and began to scrutinize the young man in front of him. Pondering: Although this person is young, he is magnificent, and there is an inexplicable nobility on his body, who is this person, the son of Lord Li?

He quickly shook his head and denied his thoughts: Impossible, Master Li has a daughter and a son, and the son is not so big at all, who could it be!

"Who are you?" The shopkeeper thought for a long time before asking.

"My surname is Ying, my name is Yingxuan, you don't know me?" Ying Xuan was a little puzzled, judging from all kinds of signs, the shopkeeper in front of him knew the inside story.

"Are you a young master? Young master, minister Zhao Changxun visited the young master. Zhao Changxun knelt on the ground and bowed respectfully.

Li Xinfang stepped forward to help him up and said, "Uncle Zhao, now is not the time to perform the courtesy of a monarch and a minister. The statement and Master Sun have not returned to Chang'an, do you know? ”

Zhao Changxun nodded, and after some time of conversation, he told his story.

He was originally an official in the same dynasty as Li Bo, but he has always been fair and jealous, so he was squeezed out by the traitor Zhao Gao and demoted from Xianyang, and later survived with Li Bo's funding.

After the fall of the Qin Dynasty, he opened a sword dance workshop in Chang'an according to Li Bo's suggestion, the real purpose was to inquire about the news of Chang'an, and later stated that he and Sun Chao joined, and he was responsible for monitoring the two of them.

His identity was originally known only to Li Bo, but not long ago, Li Bo had a premonition of danger, so he asked Li Xinfang to contact him, and told her not to go to him in Chang'an unless she had to.

Everyone else chooses a name for their shop, not to be loud, but at least it sounds good. But he didn't, and stubbornly set up a "sword dance workshop".

After the establishment of the Western Han Dynasty, sword dancing became more and more unpopular, and high-ranking officials and nobles rushed into the song and dance workshop. Today, there are only three sword dance workshops left in Chang'an City, but song and dance workshops can be seen everywhere.

In fact, his sword dance workshop does not rely on sword dancing to make money, and most of the guests come to his workshop for wine, sorghum wine, and sorghum wine that is fragrant for ten miles. Over time, the so-called Sword Dance Workshop was about to become a tavern.

However, the profits of the sword dance workshop and the song and dance workshop are much larger than that of the tavern, and they generally make money by pestering customers. Many people have also advised him that it is better to change the sword dance workshop into a song and dance workshop, and with his unique wine, he will definitely make more money. But he refused, because he didn't like the sound of the.

Ying Xuan's face darkened, and she thought: You don't like it, I like it! In ancient times, there was a lack of entertainment, and it was not worthy of singing and dancing, how to live this day, if it was a gesture of dancing, it would be the best.

"Uncle Zhao, in my opinion, the business of the Sword Dance Workshop is not good, can it make money?" Ying Xuan is worried about her future livelihood, and she can't worry about money every day.

"It's just barely enough to make ends meet." Zhao Changxun was originally disgusted with businessmen, and the reason why he opened this sword dance workshop was also a last resort, and his mind was never on business.

How can this work?

Ying Xuan suddenly made a difficulty, without a statement, he can only rely on Zhao Changxun now, but now the business of the Sword Dance Workshop is so poor, it will not work without money in Chang'an.

"In my opinion, the Sword Dance Workshop needs to be rectified, and if it continues like this, it will be closed if it is late." Ying Xuan proposed.

"Rectification?" Zhao Changxun heard this word for the first time and scratched his head in confusion.

Ying Xuan coughed and cleared his throat: "I mean to change the status quo of the Sword Dance Workshop, at least to attract more customers first." ”

Only then did Zhao Changxun understand that the young master originally wanted to take over the sword dance workshop, which he was happy to see, and besides, this sword dance workshop was the young master's in the final analysis.

"Everything is at the command of the young master, as long as it is not changed to a song and dance workshop." Zhao Changxun had witnessed the Second Emperor immersed in wine-colored singing and dancing, and he didn't want the young master in front of him to also embark on this road of no return.

When Ying Xuan heard this, she cried with a sad face. How can this person be the same as Li Bo, is the beauty dance music really a flood beast in their eyes?