Drunk in the sky is a decades-old tavern, although it is not above the most prosperous East Market in Kyoto, but its reputation is not as good as those bright and spacious restaurants and sake shops in the East Market.

After decades of development, although the location of the tavern has not been moved, it has also undergone several expansions, the tavern is divided into two floors, the area is not small, but there are no private rooms, the upper and lower floors are scattered.

The drunken wine is mellow and strong, especially the gods and goddesses here, and it is said that there are outsiders, especially those from the rivers and lakes, who specially went to Kyoto for this wine.

It is said that Zui Yunxiao's business is so good, it is no problem to open a semicolon or something in other places, but it seems that several generations of Zui Yunxiao's shopkeepers have never had such a plan.

Outsiders can come for the sake of good wine, and the local people who really love sake are naturally more likely to come and try it, and the people who love spirits are naturally more men, and now is the busiest time for Naneiji Road, and the tavern is also bustling with people.

And the liveliness here naturally belongs more to men, and the upstairs and downstairs in the tavern are all men.

The sudden appearance of such an outstanding young woman here must have attracted people's attention.

Although she was followed by an equally outstanding Qin Moyu, although Qin Moyu's eyes were also very intimidating, there were always some people who could ignore Qin Moyu's gaze, and their amazing gaze swept towards Ning Shuang from time to time.

Qin Moyu said that he was very unhappy, very unhappy, and then pulled the condensation frost out of the tavern with a calm face.

Fu Yelin sat on the second floor near the stairs, there were two small dishes on the table in front of him, and one person was drinking vigorously, but the corner of his eye did not miss the two figures who had just come in and hurriedly went out.

Qin Moyu pulled the frost and walked for a distance, and Jiang Chu came out of the drunken sky with a few jars of wine.

"Why don't we go to your house and let Yan'er drink a few side dishes, I have always wanted to taste the sesame oil chicken that Yan'er made last time, it must be very good with this fairy drunk." Qin Moyu looked at Ning Shuang and made a serious suggestion.

Ning Shuang was a little amused, glanced at Yan'er, who was following far behind, didn't speak, and walked straight forward.

After returning to Xia Mansion, Yan'er asked people to hang a few lanterns in the pavilion in the garden, and burned incense for mosquitoes around them, and then went to the kitchen.

Soon, a little maid first sent a few dishes to Qin Moyu and Ning Shuang, and the sour bamboo shoots that she had just brought back happened to be loaded on a plate, and the sesame oil chicken named by Qin Moyu was the last one to be delivered because it was a little more troublesome.

The evening breeze was slow, the lights and shadows were swaying, the food and wine were delicious, and there were beauties on the side, Qin Moyu didn't feel a little shaken.

"Shuang'er, do you want to hear the story of my father and mother? Shall I tell you about it? After the two jars of wine were drunk, Qin Moyu's eyes were slightly misty, he leaned his head towards Ning Shuang, and when he spoke, the thick smell of wine hit the side of Ning Shuang's face and the root of her ears, dyeing her earlobes a slight pale pink.

Qin Moyu stared at her earlobe, his heart moved slightly, he smiled and raised his hand to grab her earlobe and pinch it gently, and then quickly withdrew his hand like a thief, and rushed back to stare at him and laughed twice.

Ning Shuang raised his hand to push away him, who was obviously not drunk and began to play tricks, his heart was a little numb by his sudden action just now, and he took a sour bamboo shoot in disguise and lowered his head and chewed it carefully.

"You know what? My father and the queen mother actually don't know each other......" Qin Moyu smiled and looked at Ning Shuang for a while, and began to tell the story of the emperor and the queen Yan faintly.

"When my father was young, he never thought of competing for the throne, he was free and easy by nature, he didn't like political affairs, and his most longing life was to hold a sword and be happy."

"When my father was nineteen years old, when he was traveling, he once rescued an injured teenager, and the boy was seriously injured, saying that someone was chasing and killing him, and begged my father to save his life, but my father naturally couldn't ignore it, and sure enough, someone chased after him after a while."

"The man who caught up with him looked only seventeen or eighteen years old, and his figure didn't look very tall, but he was very energetic, and he didn't look like a bad person, but as soon as he came up, he raised his sword and attacked the young man who was already injured without saying a word."

"My father felt that the young man who caught up was too unreasonable, so he hurriedly protected the young man behind him and fought with the young man who caught up."

"The young man who caught up was very angry when he saw this, and asked my father to get out of the way, but my father naturally couldn't let it, and as a result, after my father was defeated by the young man who caught up, he turned around and found that the young man from before had long disappeared."

"The young man in the back glared at my father fiercely, and immediately chased after the young man before, my father was in a hurry, and he rushed over and hugged the young man behind him without letting go......" Qin Moyu suddenly laughed when he said this, and said to Ning Shuang: "Guess, what's going on behind?" “

Ning Shuang glanced at him and said lightly: "The young man in the back is your mother's daughter disguised as a man, and then your father and queen will have to be responsible for your mother." “

"Frost is so smart!" Qin Moyu picked up the wine glass on the table and dried it very coolly, and his bright eyes looked at Ning Shuang with a crooked smile: "Yes!" However, my mother did not bother to hold my father in charge at all...... My father didn't see that my mother was dressed as a man, and hugged my mother to death, and my mother was so anxious and angry that she kicked my father and emperor directly, and then my father hurt two ribs at that time. ”

"Later, my father found out that the boy who was chased by my mother turned out to be a well-known flower thief in the Jiangnan area, and I don't know how many people he had killed, although the young man's kung fu was not very good, but he was very good at light skills, and he was good at hiding his identity, and my mother tracked it for a long time before he finally found it, and finally injured the person, and was let go by my father."

"My father was ashamed, and after recovering from his injuries, he found my mother, and he had to follow my mother to help track down the flower thief, and in the process of chasing the thief, my father finally knew the identity of my mother......"

“...... My grandmother hurt my father because my mother hurt my father, and my father was disgusted at first, and my father was still very infatuated with my mother, so he didn't like my mother very much...... Later, my father was pushed to the throne by the imperial grandmother, and the imperial grandmother was even more dissatisfied with the queen mother...... It's just that my father didn't protect my mother after all......"

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The incense of incense curls in the incense burner, the smell of wine and incense in the small pavilion is entangled, and the low chirping of insects and frogs can be heard in the grass of the garden.

Qin Moyu's voice gradually became deeper and deeper from the soothing and casual at the beginning......

Ning Frost silently filled the wine glass in front of him, then reached over her hand and grasped the fingers of his big palm.

Qin Moyu turned his head and glanced at Ning Shuang deeply, picked up the wine glass on the table and drank it all, and then held her little hand in the palm of his hand with his backhand: "When I was a child, my father often told me stories between him and his mother, and my father always said that meeting my mother was the luck of his life. ”

He looked at her with a slight smile, and suddenly raised her little hand and pressed it to his heart: "Father and mother have always hoped that I can find the woman I really love. He looked at her very seriously, as if taking an oath, and slowly said his heart to her: "How fortunate I am to meet you!" “