Knowing what his father was thinking, the king leaned back in his chair and said:

"Dad, don't worry, I know that my cousin has not had a good time these years, he knows a lot of people in the capital, I just want to help introduce a few rich women, it doesn't matter if you are older, the main thing is that you can fight for a few decades less.

Of course, it's best to have some relationship with the royal family like your sister-in-law, so that your waist can be much straighter. ”

"Heh, the ambition is quite ambitious."

"You don't object?"

"What am I against, if I had the consciousness of you when I was young, I wouldn't be pouting my ass and bowing to people now."

Wang Zhong took out a cigarette as he spoke, lit it, took a deep breath and said:

"Back then, your father was in his prime, and even the princess couldn't look down on ......"

Subsequently, Wang Quanquan listened to the old past, and in the end, he found out that the other party was self-inflicted.

The authorities are fascinated, the princess just pulled him to block the knife, he really thought that the other party liked him, where in the world did so many ladies fall in love with the story of a poor boy.

Wang Quanquan thought about it again and again, but after all, he still didn't break this beautiful memory.

……

At the end of a long month's vacation, Wang Quanquan returned to school.

At first, everyone thought they had seen a ghost, but when they learned that things were not as evil as they had been rumored, they suddenly became bored.

The king who returns to school no longer messes around all day long, even if the professional future is bleak, it is also his own choice, at least until graduation.

Before, due to the Internet all day, his grades were a mess, and the teachers tried their best to get him to graduate, but there were still a few courses that needed to be retaken.

During class, he rarely went to the front row and sat with several female students in the department, and the teachers and classmates were surprised and didn't ask much.

In this day's professional class, after the class bell rang, an old man walked in slowly from outside, Wang Quanquan didn't care at first, and when he saw his appearance clearly, he was immediately stunned.

The other party was the old man he met in Guangyuan Restaurant that day, and he also smiled slightly after seeing the king's authority, put the book on the lectern and began to lecture.

Wang Quanquan asked in a low voice to the classmate next to him:

"Sister Li, who is this?"

"Our department head, you don't know?"

Huang Lili also opened her eyes, this is the third year, and the other party doesn't even know the head of the department.

Wang Quanquan finally understood the root of the old man's familiarity, and the other party was lecturing slowly in front of him, and he stared at the top of the old man's bald head the whole time.

After class, the head of the department stepped forward and said:

"Wang Xiaoyou, how did you think about the old man's proposal last time?"

"Old Hu, you are such a teacher, is it really appropriate to take students to drink?"

"Alas, I can't help it, those old fellows either don't dare to drink it for physical reasons, or it's a pure, thinking that the huge wine cellar is going to be deserted."

In the end, the old man was lonely, but Wang Quanquan didn't eat this set, and lowered his head to pack up his things.

Seeing this, the old man changed his words and said:

"If you don't want to go, forget it, you can't force it, it's just that last semester Xiaoyou hung up on my husband's professional class, I have the heart to help, it seems that I can't help."

Wang Quanquan suddenly raised his head when he heard this, the final score of each subject is determined by the usual grades and test results, he goes online every day, and there are no grades.

If this old guy is sincere and stuck with his usual grades, no matter how high the score in the make-up exam is, he will have to retake it, which is already a threat to Chiguoguo.

Wang Quanquan picked up his schoolbag and said with a gloomy face:

"Let's go, go see your treasures."

"I didn't force you."

"Yes, yes, I won't spread the word about you when I go back."

The two played a set of Tai Chi and were evenly matched.

……

Hu Liquan's home is located in the ancient city of Beijing, a small courtyard house, every inch of land.

As soon as he stepped into the door, Wang Quanquan saw two large wine vats, which could hold hundreds of catties of wine.

"I'm not afraid of Xiaoyou's school flowers, my ancestors were winemakers, to my grandfather's generation has been basically lost, just leave these two wine tanks, I wanted to learn when I was young, but my studies are important, my father didn't let me do this.

Now that I'm old and have time, I can't move anymore, so I just don't make wine and drink instead. ”

Talking kung fu, the two came to a side house, the wooden door is old-fashioned carving, not shallow, painted with a layer of yellow paint, and now it has almost fallen off.

The old man took out a key, poked open the brass lock, and as soon as he opened a crack in the door, the mellow smell of wine rushed to his nose.

There are three rows of shelves against the wall in the room, on which are many familiar and expensive drinks.

Wang Quanquan looked around and said:

"Old Hu, I don't know if I should ask a sentence?"

"Hold on."

"You're not going to be corrupt, are you?"

"I know that you kid doesn't have good words, these are all sent by children and friends, good baby is below."

After Hu Liquan finished speaking, he kicked his feet, and the ground was still covered with a layer of iron plates.

The two of them lifted the iron plate, revealing a dark hole, and the aroma of wine in the air immediately rose a few degrees, and the amount of alcohol was slightly worse at this time, and it was estimated that they were already drunk at this time.

Walking down the humble steps, the smell of alcohol grew stronger and stronger, and the two finally came to an open area.

The old man casually pressed his hand on the wall, and suddenly his eyes brightened, and the scene underground made the king's authority slightly staggered.

This wine cellar-like place is more luxurious than expected, not only sofas, TVs, coffee tables, but also air conditioners, routers and other things that young people will use.

Seeing the expression of Wang Quanquan, the old man was quite satisfied, and brushed his goatee and said:

"How's it going, my old fellow has a good eye, right?"

As he spoke, he picked up a jar of wine on the shelf next to him and handed it to the king:

"Let's test you first, how old is this wine?"

Wang Quanquan opened the stopper, sniffed it casually, and re-covered it:

"Fifty years, it should be brewed in the osmanthus season."

The old man's eyes lit up, he didn't say whether it was right or wrong, and took a jar again, "What about this?" ”

Wang Quanquan stretched out his hand to take it, but this time he didn't even open it, shook the jar, looked at the seal and the bottom again, handed it back and said:

"Du Kang, who is serious, has never opened the wine jar, let alone a hundred years."

The old man couldn't help but give a thumbs up, he himself had found a friend in the field of cultural relics to cut it off, but he didn't expect the young man to see it with two eyes.

There is a space in the storage bag of the king's authority dedicated to wine, from one hundred years to five hundred years and even seven or eight hundred years, and the old and new know at a glance that this has become an experience, and it is not a skill.

Hu Liquan finally made up his mind and solemnly took out a jar of wine from a wooden box on the ground.

The wine jar is simple in color, there are two dragon pattern reliefs cast on the surface, make two dragons play beads, the dragon has five claws, it is actually from the palace.

Seeing the wine jar, Wang Quanquan subconsciously reached out and touched it, and the thing that seemed to be rusty on the surface was not floating ash, but Tuqin, which had been buried underground all year round.

Wang Quanquan's eyes were distracted, and he murmured:

"In April of the 38th year of the dynasty, the first emperor Sheng'en died and was buried in the imperial mausoleum in the eastern suburbs, with many funeral goods, including more than a dozen jars of 50-year-old wine."

Wang Quanquan turned his head, his eyes were faintly bloodshot, and although his expression was calm, it made people feel an inexplicable killing intent.

"Where did you get this wine?"

The young man's expression was true, and Hu Liquan was frightened, and the old man hurriedly told the origin.

He received it from someone else decades ago, and it has never been clear where it came from.

Looking at the leather shell of the wine jar, it has indeed been unearthed for a while, let alone two or three hundred years, and it is not easy to preserve it until now.

The dynasty has a thousand-year heritage, during which there were several turbulences, the people were hungry, and the high position was precarious, and it was inevitable that there would be no outlaws who took the opportunity to dig graves and graves.

Over the years, the tomb of the emperor of the Wang family has been stolen hundreds of times, and if he was lucky, he lost a few burial goods, and if he was unlucky, he was directly pulled out and exposed to the wilderness.

Seeing the old man trembling, Wang Quanquan realized his gaffe, and quickly hugged his fists to make amends, and he didn't understand where he got his anger.

Hu Liquan was easy-going, and he didn't take it to heart, waved his hand and took out two wine bowls and said:

"Little friend, would you like to accompany the old man to drink this thousand-year-old wine?"

Over the years, he has been trying to find out the origin of the sake, and now that he knows, he can be regarded as untying a knot, and he doesn't care what its value is.

Wine is meant to be drunk by people, and if you blindly hide it because it is precious, you are putting the cart before the horse.

Wang Quanquan touched the wine altar and said:

"If you want me to say forget it, wine is a rare wine for a hundred years, and God knows what it is for a thousand years? Besides, this is from the tomb, no matter whether it is the emperor's tomb or the wild tomb, it has long been soaked in corpse gas, and if you go down in one bite, you will not be able to ascend to heaven on the spot, and the bones that are burned out are all green. ”

The old man felt that he had a point, put down the porcelain bowl, stared straight at the jar, and said with a little regret:

"It's a pity, isn't it a waste of such a good wine for a funeral?"

The young man thoughtfully said, "Perhaps, this jar of wine, like your private collection above, is also a piece of filial piety from the child to his father." ”

……

After a month and a half, Wang Quanquan not only attended classes seriously, but also did not go to the Internet café in his free time, and soaked in the library every day to prepare for the make-up exam in the future.

On this day, when the library closed, he yawned and went out of the school gate, seeing that it was still early, he planned to send some to his mother by the way.

Since that incident, Zhang Lan has rented an apartment near the school and come to the school every once in a while to see her son.

Wang Quanquan also gradually understood that his parents did not care about him, but that they had drilled the horns of the bull themselves and had been unwilling to accept them.

Out of the school gate, he turned into a small road, which was usually deserted, but it was cleaned up and would never step on anything strange.

After walking for about ten minutes, a woman's voice came from ahead:

"What do you want to do, get out of the way!"

"Classmate, it's dangerous for you to come out alone on this big night, let me send you home."

Wang Quanquan frowned when he heard this, why does this kind of thing always happen to him-have you ever encountered it before?

He shook his head, muttered in a low voice, "I have nothing to do with me", and decisively chose another path.

"Mr. Wang, are you here too?"

A surprise voice suddenly sounded behind him, and Wang Quanquan turned his head and saw a pair of familiar eyes through the faint light.

"Zhou ...... Classmate, what a coincidence. ”

The woman in front of her was actually Zhou Xiaotong, the school flower of Qingwen.

Qingwen University and Qingwen College are close to each other, so you can often see students from each other's schools nearby.

Seeing Wang Quanquan, Zhou Xiaotong had confidence, and hurriedly ran to his side and whispered:

"Let's go."

"Hmm."

The king answered and turned to leave, when the man's voice sounded again:

"Where is the little rabbit cub who doesn't have long eyes, disturbing my Yaxing?"

A figure swayed towards this side, and when he got closer, Wang Quanquan smelled a burst of wine, obviously the other party had drunk too much.

At the feet of the Son of Heaven in the capital, he will not deliberately stir up trouble if he has no pits, except for drunkards.

Wang Quanquan didn't want to deal with him, and took Zhou Xiaotong to leave, but the man didn't give up, reached out and grabbed his shoulder and said:

"Lao Tzu is talking to you......"

Before he finished speaking, Wang Quanquan subconsciously pressed his right hand, and as soon as his body twisted, the man's arm immediately flipped one hundred and eighty degrees.

The power of the king's authority was just right, which not only made the other party grin in pain, but also did not hurt his muscles and bones.

"Hiss~"

The man was drunk and kicked out with a kick in pain.

The king also kicked him in the calf.

With a "clang", the other party stood unsteadily and fell to the ground, picked up a brick in a daze, got up and rushed towards the king's authority.

The latter had a cold face, retreated under his feet, dodged a staggering blow, and then wrapped his left arm, easily wrapped around the man's neck, and pressed down slightly with his arm, directly putting him to the ground.

Subduing the other party, Wang Quanquan still had no intention of giving up, his eyes flashed with murderous intent, his arm gradually exerted force, and his instinct was about to end his life.

The pain of suffocation made the man wake up instantly, his eyes widened in horror, and he slapped the student's arm hard, and the bouts of vertigo in his brain made him more and more weak.

Zhou Xiaotong also realized that something was wrong, and hurriedly said:

"Mr. Wang, it's okay."

Wang Quanquan came back to his senses, looked at the man with a flushed face, and let go of his arm.

The man lay on the ground like a dead dog, panting for air.

"It seems to be a bit heavier." The king said to himself.

If he wasn't really afraid of death, the man had to stand up and point his nose and scold him, which was a little heavier, and he was obviously running for his own life.

"Mr. Wang, are you alright?"

Zhou Xiaotong stepped forward apologetically, she didn't expect to cause such a big trouble to the other party.

Wang Quanquan picked up the dropped backpack again, turned back and said:

"Don't worry, he called me with a brick, and I made him out of legitimate defense."

The man who was getting up froze when he heard the words.

The king continued:

"In the past, if you molested a woman from a good family, you would at least be beaten with a board, commit murder on the street, and be put in prison, if you dare to abscond in fear of crime, the crime will be added to the first degree."

After speaking, he turned his head and said in a calm voice:

"If you dare to run, I will guarantee that you will not be able to get out of this alley."

The moonlight shone into the alley, reflecting the young man's whole face extremely gloomy, and the man swallowed his saliva and pulled the corners of his mouth and said:

"If you don't run, you can't run, I wish you would send me to the bureau."

……

A quarter of an hour later, the nearest Yado office, the head of the office, who was nearly forty years old, said to the young man:

"You subdued that kid?"

Wang Quanquan nodded calmly.

"Practiced?"

"Nope."

"Lie, that kid usually practices sanda, and you dealt with it with a few moves."

"Maybe I'm born with divine powers."

The middle-aged man waved his hand and said:

"If you don't want to say it, forget it, you young people have always been brave and ruthless, but you can't rely on your own skills to cause trouble."

"I'm doing righteous and courageous deeds, even if I don't give commendations, you still want to educate me?"

"Hey you kid......"

It was the first time for a middle-aged man to see such a horizontal guy, and he was about to go crazy, when a messenger pushed open the door and said:

"Song Suo, the Liao Bureau is here."

"Okay, I'll go."

The man replied and looked at Wang Quan, "I'll clean you up when I get back." ”

The king's eyes were slightly closed, and he didn't bother to take care of him.

Outside the room, the middle-aged man called "Song Suo" nodded at an old man, and finally, he looked into the room through the window, nodding with a smile on his face.

The door opened again, and the man walked in with his hands rubbed together and said:

"This little brother, I said how can you be so skilled at a young age, the co-author is a relative of Old Man Liao, the inquiry is over, you can go."

Wang Quanquan raised his eyelids and looked at the other party, shook his head and sighed, got up and left the room.

In the corridor, an old man who was close to the age of sixtieth stood there with a kind smile on his face, but his eyes flashed from time to time.

Wang Quanquan saw the other party and said with a slight surprise:

"Master Liao, are you still alive?"

"Stinky boy, how do you talk?"

…… (End of chapter)