"Giggles, little Dezi, he has a point, you should play with mud at your age."

When Huang Yueying heard Yang San's words, she immediately laughed and trembled.

The little kid blushed, panting and screaming.

"I'm not a child, so I don't play with mud."

Yang San turned his head indifferently and said lazily.

"Yes, yes, you're not a child, there's a few parrots over there, go play with the birds."

"Parrots? Where? ”

The little kid suddenly looked in the direction pointed by Yang San in surprise, and sure enough, he saw several bird cages hanging under the tree, and just wanted to take a step, but suddenly shook his head again, looking at Yang San "seriously".

"I am the Son of Heaven, how can I lose my mind by playthings, just a few miscellaneous birds, I can't attract the great Emperor Dezu."

Seeing that the little kid was about to start the way of old age again, Yang San was speechless and gouged out his ears, and suddenly his hands stiffened, and he exclaimed in surprise.

"What did you just say your name was?"

The little kid suddenly exclaimed triumphantly: "Dezu, this is my name, what do you think?" ”

Yang San suddenly looked weird, and looked at the little kid with admiration, the royal family of the Song Dynasty seemed to be surnamed Zhao, right?

"Zhao Dezhu, who helped you get your name?"

Zhao Dezu smiled proudly: "Of course it's my father, Dezu, the ancestor of Mingde, this represents his expectations for me." ”

"Yue'er, Xiao Dezi, it's the two of you again."

Huang Yi's reprimand suddenly came from a distance, Huang Yueying and Zhao Dezu suddenly trembled, and fled away again after screaming.

After smiling slightly at Huang Yi in the distance, Yang San turned his head to look at his jade statue.

Although I think I'm a little weird, this is the only thing left by Long'er, and that's enough.

Huang Yi hurried over angrily, but found that the two troublemakers, one big and one small, had already disappeared.

"Senior Yang, I asked people to prepare a dinner table and set up a few jars of old love wine......

Yang San was originally not very interested in the dinner party, but when he heard the love wine, he was interested and said with a smile.

"Love wine? Is this a new specialty of the valley? I hadn't heard of it back then. ”

Huang Yi said with a confused expression: "According to records, this love wine is made by Mrs. Zun......"

"What?"

Huang Yi only felt that the figure in front of her flashed, Yang San had already arrived in front of her, grabbed her hand in shock, and asked urgently.

"You say this love wine is made by Long'er? I didn't know that dragons could make wine. ”

"It hurts... It hurts ......."

Huang Yixiu's eyebrows were furrowed, and she only felt that her wrist was clamped by giant pliers, and she couldn't break free no matter how hard she struggled.

Yang San woke up at this time, quickly let go of Huang Yi's hand, and said apologetically.

"I'm sorry, I lost my temper, I didn't hurt you."

Huang Yi gently kneaded his wrist, which was already a little bruised at this time, and shook his head slightly.

"Senior Yang has a good temperament, I understand it very well, why don't you move to the hall and explain to you while eating?"

"Okay."

There were also Huang Yueying and Zhao Dezu, who were running to eat at the same table, and when they saw Yang San coming, they hurriedly shouted.

"Zhenguo Sword God, hurry up and get into the table, Aunt Huang made a lot of delicious food today."

"You two naughty eggs, don't pour wine for Senior Yang."

Looking at the fearless two, Huang Yi was also very helpless, Huang Yueying saw that Huang Yi was not angry, and hurriedly poured a glass of love wine for Yang San and Huang Yi with a smile.

Yang San held the wine glass and looked at the crystal clear elixir in it stupidly.

The clear and elegant faint floral fragrance deeply hooked Yang San.

"Love flowers?"

Yang San took a sip gently, well, a little sweet.

In the sweetness, there is a hint of sourness, bitterness and saltiness, which is really full of five flavors, which is better than the love flower.

"Yes, this is exactly the flower wine made with love flowers as the main wine, which is more evocative than love flowers."

Huang Yi smiled for Yang Sanman, and at the same time took a shallow sip and fell into deep thought.

Yang San smiled lightly, it seems that this Huang Yi also has a story, but who is not?

Looking at Yang San and Huang Yi, who were "drinking alone into three people", Huang Yueying and Zhao Dezu, who were at the same table, glanced at each other suspiciously.

I don't understand why they only care about drinking, when there are so many delicious dishes.

But it's better that way, I can eat more.

Huang Yueying secretly poured herself a small glass of love wine, yes, it's still so sweet, why do Niang and Yang San seem to be getting bitterer and more bitter the more they drink?

After that, Yang San stayed in the Valley of Despair for nearly two months, and every day except for eating and sleeping, Yang San was in a daze in this pavilion.

Of course, there is always a wine jar in hand.

More and more people in the valley also knew Yang San's identity, although they didn't know why the legendary sword god became the god of wine, but it did not prevent everyone from being curious about Yang San.

Fortunately, Huang Yi explicitly forbade others to harass Yang San, but he was afraid that Yang San would be surrounded by people every day.

However, even with Huang Yi's ban, there are still two people who come over to annoy Yang San every day, these two people are Huang Yueying and Zhao Dezu.

If it weren't for the fact that they would bring love wine every time they came, Yang San wouldn't have paid attention to them.

However, every time Huang Yueying and Zhao Dezu put down the love wine, they were discovered by Huang Yi, and then fled away amid Huang Yi's angry cheers.

This scene has also become an indispensable daily entertainment in the valley.

"Lord Huanggu, you don't have to send it anymore, go back."

In front of the stone house at the mouth of the valley, Yang San said to Huang Yi with a smile.

"Senior Yang, do you really stay a few more days?"

Huang Yi looked at Yang San expectantly, it was rare to see an idol, how long has it been, is it going to be separated?

"No, it's been a long time, I still have a lot of places to walk around, to see..."

Yang San swept away the decadent temperament of this time, and looked into the distance with a sunny face.

waved his hand to Huang Yi freely, Yang San walked out of the Valley of Despair without looking back, gone, Long'er, when I find you, I will come back together.

After a long time, two figures, one large and one small, suddenly ran from the valley.

"Mother, is he gone?"

The people who came were Huang Yueying and Zhao Dezu, and the two looked at Huang Yi nervously at this time, hoping to say a negative answer from Huang Yi's mouth.

"Well, it's gone, and I shouldn't be coming back."

Huang Yi still looked at the end of the trail, as if a figure would suddenly appear sometime.

Huang Yueying and Zhao Dezu's faces changed suddenly, and they looked at the trail in disappointment, they went to the pavilion as usual today, but they didn't find Yang San's figure, and an ominous premonition appeared in their hearts, so they hurriedly came here, but they didn't expect it to be late.

"How can he do this, he still owes me a lot of questions that have not been answered by me."

Huang Yueying's apricot eyes were slightly red, with a thin mist, and she murmured softly.

"I ...... I...... My Zhenguo Sword God is gone? You haven't played with the mud with me yet. ”

Zhao Dezu also sniffled, crying loudly.

Huang Yi sighed softly, retracted his gaze, looked at Huang Yueying and Zhao Dezu lovingly, and gently took them into his arms.

"Good, don't cry, he doesn't belong to us, he doesn't belong here, he doesn't belong to ...... this world. ”

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