When we arrived at Chisawa Castle, the sky finally cleared.

Two days later, it was the Star Picking Conference, and heroes from all walks of life gathered in Qianze City, which was very lively.

The carriage went all the way down, and finally found an inn with vacant rooms in the east of the city.

Although the inn is small, the good thing is that the room is enough.

Yin Yunsheng no longer has to sleep in the firewood room, and Meng Qinghe can finally have a room of his own.

When she arrived in Qianze City, Yu Xiaowan, as the master of the first peak of the Yunshan faction, had to fall on her for social entertainment.

This kind of thing is always difficult for Ye Jibai to come out.

Ye Jibai didn't plan to make a show off this trip, but when he arrived here, Meng Qinghe really understood Ye Jibai's purpose of not leaving Yu Xiaowan in Qinglu City.

Such a good façade, since it has come here, it must not be used well.

Yu Xiaowan didn't say anything else, just going to that station, that temperament, that appearance, immediately raised the Yunshan faction to a higher level.

When it was time to do business, Yu Xiaowan was not ambiguous at all.

Early this morning, Yu Xiaowan took Yin Yunsheng to visit the City Lord's Mansion, and he is still busy working outside.

Meng Qinghe hadn't seen her all day.

Don't say it, I miss her a lot.

Meng Qinghe was bored, and when he was about to eat dinner, he paced to Ye Jibai's room.

Ye Jibai was also very idle, holding a broken book and reading.

Meng Qinghe invited him: "Go out for a walk?" ”

Ye Jibai glanced at Meng Qinghe's arm, he had taken care of him carefully along the way, and there was the secret medicine of the Yunshan Sect to recuperate, and the injury on Meng Qinghe's arm had already scabbed.

With such a long blood cut, it was almost healed when he saw it, and Meng Qinghe didn't know if it was because he had a good physique or because the secret medicine of the Yunshan Sect had a good effect.

Anyway, in short, she can't hide from the star picking conference.

Although Meng Qinghe eats and lives with Ye Jibai every day, he still can't get his thoughts.

You said that he was willing to let go of his knot and accept Meng Qinghe, but he always had a cold face.

You said that he didn't want to, he moved his hands and feet from time to time, and he didn't treat Meng Qinghe as an outsider at all.

Hanging Meng Qinghe's heart, it was very anxious.

After being anxious, it is better to eat dinner first.

The night of Chisawa Castle is very lively, the lights are bright, and the tourists are weaving.

Meng Qinghe dragged Ye Jibai onto the street.

If you want to say that there are really a lot of snacks in Qianze City, Meng Qinghe ate from the street to the end of the street, and ate two streets in a row before he touched his stomach and burped, and he was addicted.

Staying in the mountain of the Yunshan faction for more than a year really suffocated her.

Ye Jibai followed the payment all the way, and seeing that his purse was getting more and more deflated, he kicked Meng Qinghe: "Do you still eat?" ”

"Don't eat it, buy a pot of wine and drink, there is a tavern in front of you."

Ye Jibai disagreed, "Your injury is not healed, you can't drink." ”

"I haven't drunk it for days." Meng Qinghe shook Ye Jibai's arm coquettishly, "Senior Brother Ye, buy me a pot of wine......"

When he arrived in Qianze City, Ye Jibai surrendered his identity for the sake of convenience, and changed from a master to a disciple.

Yin Yunsheng couldn't shout no matter what, but Meng Qinghe was "senior brother, senior brother" and shouted happily.

Meng Qinghe's skin became thicker and thicker, and in front of so many people on the street, he dared to rub against Ye Jibai.

In the eyes of others, these two are undoubtedly newlyweds, and it is the time to get tired.

Ye Jibai held his forehead, "Only one sip is allowed." ”

"No problem." Meng Qinghe agreed very happily.

Buy it first and then talk about it.

The cyclamen tavern was full of people pushing glasses and changing lamps and talking loudly, and Meng Qinghe lay on the counter, listening to the shopkeeper introduce the good wine in the store.

"This guest officer is not an ordinary person at first glance, let's not push you the wine that ordinary people often drink." The shopkeeper directly ignored Meng Qinghe and greeted Ye Jibai, "I don't know if the son has drunk worry-free wine?" ”

The shopkeeper came up and pushed the worry-free wine, Meng Qinghe looked at him twice, and he wanted to slaughter Ye Jibai as a sheep.

It seems that He Shufan's abacus is really wrong, and the worry-free wine is still very popular.

Ye Jibai said coldly: "The worry-free wine of the worry-free restaurant in Qinghe Town? ”

The shopkeeper's eyes lit up suddenly, and he ignored the guest officer who was shouting for wine next to him, and respectfully flattered Ye Jibai, "The guest officer is really a person who understands wine, I won't tell you, our shop has recently arrived with a new batch of wine that is better than worry-free wine, can the guest officer be interested in tasting it?" ”

Ye Jibai glanced at Meng Qinghe, and Meng Qinghe's head nodded like a chicken pecking rice.

Ye Jibai and Meng Qinghe, who originally planned to buy a pot of wine and go back to the inn, were invited into the wing room on the second floor of the cyclamen tavern.

Worry-free wine is already the ceiling of wine, and the price is so high that ordinary people are discouraged.

Generally, for such distinguished guests, the tavern will have a special room for entertaining.

For the upcoming star-picking conference, the businessmen of Qianze City naturally have to prepare to make money in advance.

The Cyclamen Tavern not only brought in a batch of Sanssouci wine, but also several jars of Forget-Worry wine, which are said to be better than Sanssouci wine.

Meng Qinghe frowned: "Forget about wine? ”

When the distinguished guest came to the door, the old shopkeeper personally accompanied him in the wing room, and said with a smile: "Exactly, I didn't expect that there is still a forget-all wine in this world, and the old man has not lived in vain in this life." ”

A long time ago, there was a famous winemaker in Qinghe Town, Mei Luoxue, known as the Forget Worry Wine Fairy.

The wine brewed by plum falling snow is mellow and lush, long and sweet, and no winemaker in the world can beat it.

And the reason why Qinghe Town is famous all over the world is precisely because of the snow falling from the wine fairy Mei, but unfortunately since his death, the wine in Qinghe Town has not been as good as a year.

Mei Luoxue has made countless wines in her life, and what she produces must be the top grade, and among the top grades, there is a superb product, called "forget worries", a long time ago, there was no forget worry wine in the world.

Not only did he not forget the worries, but even the wine jug made by Mei Luoxue couldn't find one.

I heard that Mei Luoxue has a habit of making wine, like to engrave his name on the bottom of the pot, and I don't know what method to use, such a narrow wine pot spout, can be engraved at the bottom, others just want to pretend and can't pretend.

How could the long-lost wine suddenly appear?

In addition to plum falling snow, who else will make forgetful wine?

Meng Qinghe asked the old shopkeeper: "Worry-free wine ...... of the worry-free restaurant" How did it sell this year? ”

The old shopkeeper said: "After the introduction of the Forget Worry Wine, the reputation of the Worry-free Restaurant is even greater, many people went to Qinghe Town, but they did not grab the Forget Worry Wine, in order not to regret the return, they will take away a few jars of Worry-free wine, this year, the Worry-free Restaurant can be said to have earned more than the previous ten years." ”

Meng Qinghe slapped on the table, so frightened that the old shopkeeper almost flashed his waist.

Ye Jibai put down the teacup in his hand and looked at her, "What's wrong?" ”

Meng Qinghe suppressed the anger and said, "It's okay, fight mosquitoes." ”

If Meng Qinghe guessed correctly, where is this forgetful wine, it is clearly the floating drunken dream of the drunken dream house.

He Shufan, a fool, wanted to rely on a few jars of fake wine to bring down the worry-free restaurant, not to mention the drunken dream, even the floating drunken dream was robbed by others, and it became the forgotten wine that the worry-free restaurant had recovered.

Before the wine was served, the old shopkeeper was digging around to explore Ye Jibai's old bottom.

Meng Qinghe looked at the scattered lights outside the window, grinding his teeth secretly, He Shufan had better not appear in front of her in the future, otherwise she would fight once she saw it.