"As soon as the golden wind and jade dew meet, they will win countless in the world." Yuan Sinian smelled the fragrance of wine and became poetic.

"Shut up! Drag the sour words again, and get out of here immediately! Song Shaohuai frowned coldly, chanting poetry at this time, isn't it obvious that he is bullying him for not reading much.

Yuan Sinian rolled his eyes with disdain, and King Yan was still sitting on the seat, so he was silent.

The man helped to divide the wine from the jar into the coral-painted gin jug, and poured the same color wine cups in front of each of them in turn. The eight of them were well-behaved and drank a few back and forth respectfully.

Jin Yulu is mellow and sweet, the wine taste is strong, but the wine is not overbearing, and people who are not strong enough to drink will not have a hangover headache after drinking.

For a big guy like Tie Li, that glass of wine is far from enough for him to rinse his mouth. And Song Shaohuai is even more impatient with the rules.

"It's boring to drink like this!" Song Shaohuai picked up a piece of rabbit breast and tore it with his hands to eat.

"And how do you want to drink?" Chu Lin had long known that Song Shaohuai would not like this kind of formal party.

"Come on, change the big bowl!" Song Shaohuai lost the rabbit breast, and he didn't care about the greasy on his hands, and shouted outside.

Outside the private room stood four young men with beautiful faces, who heard the call and immediately came in.

Zuixianlou is a place where literati and scholars gather, not a roadside wild shop, and there is no big wine bowl.

A guy was clever and took the white porcelain bowl of the Eight Immortals Lotus for dinner: "Master, is this okay?" ”

"Is there anything bigger?" Song Shaohuai wanted the kind of blue-edged bowl that was not good for three bowls in the play.

Seeing that the young man shook his head, Song Shaohuai had no choice but to settle: "Okay, that's it." ”

The bowl was changed, the wine jug was removed, and it was poured directly from the wine jar. Zhao Ji'an sat uncomfortable, so he took the wine jar in the hands of the guys and filled it for a few masters.

Song Shaoxiang stood up and toasted Chu Lin, he was still a half-old child, and his temperament was cold, which he learned from looking at his brothers.

"Shaoxiang, are you a healer?" Chu Lin drank the wine and smelled the faint aroma of medicinal herbs on his body.

"Back to the prince, I am still studying." Song Shaoxiang bowed and said a little ashamedly.

"If you want, I can introduce the imperial doctor of He Lianhe in the palace to guide you." Chu Lin said with a smile. He Lian is a well-known figure in the Imperial Hospital, and he is rumored to be miraculous by the outside world, and Song Shaoxiang admires him the most.

"Really? That's great! Song Shaoxiang was full of energy, which was really a rare expression in him.

"It's true." Chu Lin smiled heartily.

Pushing the cup and changing the lamp, at this time, the eight people had a little bit of wine, and they relaxed on the table, without the previous caution, and they talked more.

"The prince's wine should be a good wine, but we drink it like this, and it's wasted, what's the point?" Song Shaohuai couldn't bear the coldness the most.

"Childe wants to ask the servant to come up and play?" The guy just now came up and laughed.

Song Shaohuai was about to agree, but saw Su Motian shaking his head at him. He knew that Chu Lin's identity was precious, and the idlers couldn't get close, and the second was that the voice of the market was afraid that it would pollute his hearing. So he waved his hand to the young man.

"Why don't we do a drinking order!" Song Shaohuai had an idea, and slapped the table with a smile.

"Okay, today's brothers' gathering, since you are the east, we will naturally listen to your arrangement." Chu Lin was rarely relaxed and agreed with a smile.

"Do you want to carry out the Four Books Order, the Poetry Order, or the Word Plate Order?" Yuan Sinian often plays these with his classmates in his spare time, but he doesn't play for some time, and he has a bit of a skill itch.

"These are all tricks played by boudoir women, our brothers were born in the army, so naturally we can't play small." Song Shaohuai couldn't see Yuan Sinian proud.

When Tie Li and Yuan Jinnian heard what Yuan Sinian said, their heads hurt and they were about to make a fool of themselves. Then he heard Song Shaohuai's rebuttal, and suddenly looked at him with bright eyes and said the following.

"So what are you talking about?" Yuan Sinian ate Song Shaohuai's deflated face in front of King Yan again, and his face was a little ugly.

"Let's throw the pot to the game, and the penalty for losing is drinking. No opinion. Song Shaohuai was a little proud, in all his training assessments, only archery could be taken out to show off.

"Uh-huh." Of course Tie Li and Yuan Jinnian were willing.

"Hey, there's Shaoxiang." Yuan Sinian learned wisely and knew how to pull the alliance.

"Zuo is just a game, and this one is pretty fresh, I'd like to try it." Song Shaoxiang is just cold, he is not stupid, when he should stand with his eldest brother, he will not be ambiguous, even if he is punished.

Shaoxiang didn't become his shield, and Yuan Sinian knew that it was useless for him to object, so he didn't say anything.

Song Shaohuai saw that everyone did not object, and the opposition was invalid for him. He said excitedly, "Then it's decided." ”

Poor drunken fairy building is a place to eat, although the old lady wants the shopkeeper to carry twelve points and serve carefully, but he can't eat well, and he has to play military games.

The so-called pitching pot is to throw an arrow without a hammer into the jug accurately from a certain distance.

The wine jug is easy to find, and the wine jar with gold and jade dew has a small mouth and a big belly, which is just right.

No arrows...... The shopkeeper cried so much that his heart was full.

"The red-maned horse has arrows in its quiver, I'll fetch them." Zhao Ji'an turned around and went downstairs.

Song Shaohuai happily put the wine jar out of the step and made a mark. The seven of them sat down again and drank in circles. Zhao Ji'an had already taken the five arrows that had been pulled out.

Chu Lin was naturally the first, and the 5 arrows kept the same arc and entered the altar perfectly.

Su Motian took the arrow, his aim was a little off, and he only threw 3, and he stood aside with a smile.

Song Shaohuai was so proud that he put 5 arrows in the wine jar like a bouquet.

Pitching pots is a piece of cake for Yuan Jinnian.

When he threw in an arrow, Song Shaohuai coaxed: "Jin Nian, you cast one blindfolded." ”

The clever guy really found a thin cotton towel, and Song Shaohuai ignored Yuan Jinnian's objections, directly blindfolded him and pushed him to the mark.

Yuan Jin has been practicing martial arts for many years, and he has the experience of throwing the first arrow, only to see him throw it lightly, and there was a crisp sound of "clang", and the arrow entered the altar. Everyone applauded.

Yuan Sinian was a little dissatisfied, he was the sister-in-law of the Yuan family, and he was not good at throwing pots, this concubine was so pretentious, did he want to humiliate him?

He took the arrow, aimed it for a long time, and threw it out as they did, but the force was so small that before it reached the altar, the arrow fell.

The second arrow was powerful again, and flew directly over the altar. Yuan Sinian had sweat in his palms, and the more he wanted to win, the more he couldn't win. The remaining three arrows were scattered around the jar in the shape of a celestial maiden, and he stomped his foot in anger.

Tie Li was the youngest, and he asked Song Shaoxiang to come first. Shaoxiang was not good at refusing, so he took the arrow and threw it. Accuracy and strength This requires long-term training, and he threw four arrows with the mentality of admitting punishment, and sure enough, one missed. The fifth arrow shook at the mouth of the altar, and it was planted into the altar at once.

"Wow, third brother, it's a pity that you don't join the army." Song Shaohuai hugged him exaggeratedly.

Yuan Sinian's face originally softened, but when he saw that Song Shaoxiang's last arrow actually entered by a ghost, he was so angry that his face was depressed, and he couldn't help but scold his mother in his heart.

"Those who can enter the Hanlin Academy are all highly educated people, Si Nian, you still need to hone your mind more." Chu Lin looked at him and stepped forward to pat him.

"Yes, the prince taught me a lesson." Yuan Sinian shyly clasped his fists and saluted.

Tie Li only threw one arrow out of five arrows, and the game ended early. The strength of his hand made the arrowless arrow pierce the wine jar! Everyone was stunned, and then laughed together.

In the end, Yuan Sinian was naturally punished the most, but the wine was a good wine, and it couldn't be all cheap, so everyone made a lot of noise and drank a lot.

At this time, there was only one of the ten altars left, and everyone was red and hot, and the wine was surging.

"King Yan, our brothers from the Beijing Patrol Camp will follow you." Song Shaohuai's eyes were drunk, and he waved his arm, as if there were thousands of troops and horses following behind him.

"Well, I'll wait for the prince to be the first to look forward." Su Motian shook and bowed.

"My subordinates are willing to live and die together." Yuan Jinnian and Tie Li had stronger physiques than Song Shaohuai and Su Motian, and they also stood up and said.

"We have been brothers since then, and this king respects all brothers." Chu Lin was massive, he took the cup and said.

"So, then, shall we bow down?" Song Shaohuai's eyes were glazed, and he couldn't tell who he was talking to.

"Yes, yes, we're going to be brothers with different surnames." Su Motian also continued.

Although Yuan Jinnian said that he had just returned from Tianchan Temple, he still knew that there was a difference between respect and inferiority. He quietly pulled the sleeves of Su Motian's clothes, this brother has always been old and serious, but today he remembered it in vain?

"Good! This is exactly what this king wants. Chu Lin heartily agreed.

"Master!" Zhao Ji'an is a little anxious, the master is a royal nobleman, if he rashly worships them, it will bring turmoil to the balance of power between the DPRK and China.

"Go and prepare the incense burner." Chu Lin ignored his anxious eyes, and only commanded him.

The shopkeeper has the heart to cry to death today, where to find the incense burner in this place of eating and drinking?

Zhao Ji'an has always been in charge of pouring wine, and he drank less. At this time, he could only go out and buy incense burners and incense.

Sweeping the case and burning incense, Chu Lin solemnly married Jin Lan with the four young men in the capital. ranked his brothers and younger brothers according to age, Chu Lin was 18 years old, ranking third. Yuan Sinian looked stupid, and Song Shaoxiang pursed his lips silently.

Ceremony, drink to celebrate. The ten jars of golden jade dew were all replaced with cheeks flying red, except for Chu Lin who was slightly drunk and Zhao Ji'an who was not drunk, the others were all so drunk that they even knotted their tongues.

At the beginning of the unitary time, after a long time of making trouble in the drunken fairy building, everyone returned happy. The shopkeeper had already notified the various prefectures to bring his son-in-law back.

These four people stayed until they woke up the next day, and they were told by Shaoxiang and Si Nian that when they thought of yesterday's worship with King Yan, they only felt a chill on the back of their necks.

In the thirtieth year of the Chinese New Year's Eve, it is natural that the palace will have a reunion banquet. Chu Lin is the youngest son of the Queen Mother, the emperor's younger brother, and the Yan King of the Dashun Dynasty, of course, he has to dress up to attend.

And in the Yanwang Mansion, the maids, the guards and servants, and a large group of people also had to gather together for a Chinese New Year's Eve dinner, and Ruyi and Ji'an were busy.

On the first day of the Lunar New Year, according to the custom, a banquet was held in the palace to entertain the military generals. Chu Lin is the king of Yan, so he wants to sit with him.

In the second and third years of junior high school, there were constant invitations from ministers, and Chu Lin was overwhelmed. Later, after the end of the annual leave, Ruyi will be busy with the major event of marrying the princess, although this is mainly the queen mother in the palace, but no matter how big or small, someone has to keep an eye on it.

Chu Lin lacked nothing, just waiting to be the groom's official, but there was always a trace of unwillingness in his heart.

Life in the imperial city is glamorous and luxurious, but there are also unspeakable sufferings.

Thinking about it this way, the life of the farmer is not too difficult.

At least, on the first day of the Lunar New Year, Du Mei doesn't have to get up early to make breakfast.