Outside, after explaining to shopkeeper Huang and Wan Yuxuan, they finally sent each other away. And at this time, he happened to meet Long Zhan who came out, and hurriedly hid in front of him, and said in a low voice: "Why did you come out?" You're not afraid of exposure, aren't you? Long Zhan sneered, "What am I exposing about? The shopkeeper Huang understood that he was too nervous, and he didn't say that anyone knew that this was the owner.

Wan Yuxuan, who had just walked out of the door, naturally glanced back, but he didn't think much about it, turned around and left.

Shopkeeper Huang asked, "Where are you going?" Long Zhan said: "If there is something at home, go back first, you can just watch it here, remember, let the people below not talk nonsense." The shopkeeper Huang said: "Don't worry about it, I will tell them." Long Zhan snorted, and then left with Sha Biao.

And Wan Yuxuan rode a fast horse, changed to a small boat, and finally returned to the venue of the poetry meeting, and the rest of the people immediately surrounded him and asked, "How is it?" Didn't the man want to come? Wan Yuxuan had no choice but to explain the rhetoric of the shopkeeper Huang.

Many people frowned, they didn't expect such a result, and they were all embarrassed and a little regretful. Ke Peiling's expression didn't change, she guessed that this was the result, the other party hadn't even seen the people under her hands, how could she suddenly show up.

But when I thought of what Wan Yuxuan brought back, I realized something. When the ship carrying the wine sank, didn't it mean that the jar of wine in her hand was the last jar in truth?

Its value is truly immeasurable. Thinking of this, she gradually laughed. Everyone was in a downturn, but when they heard the big boss laughing, they couldn't help frowning.

Someone asked, "What are you laughing at?" Ke Peiling restrained her smile and said, "I thought of a happy thing. ”

"What's the matter?"

"I received a gift this afternoon. Do you know what that gift is? Ke Peiling said with a smile, and the thick makeup couldn't hide the joy inside.

"What is it?"

"It's a jar of wine." After Ke Peiling finished speaking, she waited for everyone's reaction.

"Wine?" The crowd didn't realize anything at first, thinking that it was so strange to receive a jar of wine.

But Zhang Ling and Xu Fuzi thought of something, and their eyes lit up. Xu Fuzi asked, "That jar of wine was given to you by half of the door?" Ke Peiling nodded,

"Exactly." Now everyone understands what it means. Although it has only been a few hours since this incident, this kind of Confucian talk coincided with such a grand event, and naturally spread quickly.

Related to it, of course, is the wine in the arms of the little guy. Many people here also went to Banbianmen to ask if they had to sell it, but the result was the same, there was no sale, only one altar, and that altar had to be given away, and it was not sold for any amount of money.

Now, Ke Da said that someone gave her a gift, which was a jar of wine, or half of the door.

What does this mean? And from what Wan Yuxuan brought back just now, I knew that there was originally a ship carrying wine in Banbianmen to open this way, but it suddenly sank.

In other words, the jar of wine in Ke Peiling's hand now is the last jar. So what is this value...... It's no wonder that the master of Ke Da laughed.

"Ke Da is in charge, is it true? Did they really give you that last jar of wine? "Some people are skeptical, but they just want to see the jar of wine.

Ke Peiling naturally knew the intention of asking this, and she didn't shy away from it, and said directly: "Of course it's true, if you don't believe it, I can take the wine, and everyone will know at a glance." ”

"Oh, then Master Ke should take it quickly." Someone immediately said. Obviously I can't wait to see it.

Ke Peiling nodded and gave Wan Yuxuan a look. The latter immediately ran away, and in a short time brought a jar of wine.

Zhang Ling and Xu Fuzi glanced at each other, obviously they had seen this jar, which was the one Ji Kai'an was holding in his hand.

Ke Peiling said: "This is, everyone, please see. ”

"What can you see from this? Even if it's filled with water, it's not necessarily. "There are doubts.

Ke Peiling knew that this group of people would say this, so she lifted the wine seal on it and fanned it with her hand. The strong smell of wine dissipated in an instant.

Xu Fuzi's spirit was lifted, this is the smell.

"Well, the incense is very fragrant, I don't know how it tastes?" Some people are moved and want to taste it.

"I don't know how it tastes, so why don't you taste it personally?" Ke Peiling said with a smile,

"I wonder who is interested?"

"Me."

"Me."

"I'll come." …… Everyone was a little moved. Ke Peiling smiled, turned her head to look at Xu Yanghui, who was secretly rubbing her hands on the side, but she was afraid of being a teacher, and said, "I heard that Master Xu has a deep insight into wine, dare to invite Master Xu?" Xu Yanghui had this intention and said with a smile: "Willing to serve." Everyone saw that it was Master Xu who moved, and they couldn't say anything more.

I had to watch Xu Fuzi taste it. Ke Peiling asked Wan Yuxuan to bring a precious wine glass that had been prepared early and poured a glass for Xu Yanghui,

"Master Xu, please." Xu Yanghui smiled slightly, carefully took the wine glass, for fear of spilling a drop, and then slowly sent it to his mouth, and finally sent it to his mouth with a thud.

Instead of rushing to swallow, I let the wine wrap around my tongue, roll around, and taste it repeatedly. Everyone watched with amazement and anticipation.

"Old Xu, how is this wine?" someone couldn't wait to ask.

"Teacher, how's it going?" …… Seeing that Xu Yanghui didn't speak for a long time, some people were anxious. But fortunately, after a while, Xu Yanghui finally came back to his senses, and those people began to ask again: "Old Xu, how is this wine?" Is it good wine? Xu Yanghui held the wine glass, twisted it repeatedly, and said slowly: "There are no less than a thousand kinds of famous wine that I have drunk in my life, but I have never drunk such a sweet and spicy wine. After that, he thought of something again, turned his head to Ke Peiling and said, "Peiling, that bite just now went down too fast, the taste was too strong, and I haven't tasted some of the flavors yet, why don't you pour me another glass?" Shall I try it again? Ke Peiling was funny in her heart, what was going on in her heart, could she not know?

It's nothing more than wanting to have another drink. Immediately smiled: "Why not, please." Immediately poured another glass.

Master Dong on the side saw that Master Xu was drunk, as if he had fallen into the clouds, and immediately understood, rubbed his hands and said: "Master Ke, our Yucheng's wine has always been known for its strength, just now Old Man Xu is your wine is also strong, I don't believe it, I want to know whether it is your wine spirit, or our Yucheng wine spirit." Ke Peiling was speechless, in order to drink, such a lame reason was also said, even if a Master Xu is enough, why is Master Dong like this?

But both of them are contemporary Confucians, she couldn't refuse, so she had to pour a cup.

"Okay, so would you like to compare?" The rest of the people immediately understood, and they begged for wine, giving a variety of reasons.

Some people even said that they missed their deceased wife and wanted to comfort the heavenly spirits with this wine. …… Ke Peiling is really convinced, for a sip of wine, she doesn't even want her face?

But it's not easy to refuse, these people are all powerful families in Suzhou City, and their status is respected, how dare she offend, she has to respond to her requests.

Anyway, she is a person who doesn't like alcohol, and she thinks that if it's gone, it's gone. As for its value, of course, it is nothing, and what really matters is never the jar of wine, but what is behind the jar.

As the biggest broker in Sioux City, how could she not see this. Otherwise, she wouldn't have taken out the jar.

Since it has been taken out, it is natural to strive for something more valuable. Sure enough, after drinking, many people expressed to her that they wanted to contact the owner through her.

In this way, as a bridge of communication between these people and the owner, her value in the future should not be underestimated.

…… In the distance, Zhang Ningyun, who was looking at the glass over there, frowned, why did he still drink wine? At this time, Zhang Ling ran over and shook his head at her.

Zhang Ningyun knew that the person she wanted to see didn't come, and she was a little regretful. Zhang Ling comforted: "Sister, it's okay, I know that the owner of Half of the Gate will meet him in the future." Zhang Ningyun nodded, and asked again, "What's the quarrel over there?" Zhang Ling explained: "The proprietor gave Ke Da a jar of wine, that is, the jar of wine that I met with my teacher on the street this afternoon and wanted to buy, and offered 3,000 taels and the other party refused to sell it, he gave it to Ke Da Boss, and Ke Da took it out for everyone to drink." Long Sixuan on the side asked, "Is it the jar of wine that Master Xu forgave because of Yinuo?" Zhang Ling nodded.

Long Sixuan was shocked: "They didn't sell it after the price of three thousand taels, but it was just to give it away?" What did he think? Zhang Ningyun glanced at Long Sixuan,

"The person who can write that kind of poem is naturally not an ordinary person, and naturally he will not break his promise for the sake of a small amount of money, he is different from us." She had already raised the image of the proprietor in her heart, and felt that the other party was definitely not an ordinary layman.

Keeping her promise and sticking to the bottom line is exactly what she admires. In just a few hours, she admired that person a little.

Turning her head to look at the three lanterns on the top of the exclusive flagpole, this woman, who has always been quiet and demure, actually smiled brightly, and her eyes showed the brilliance of expectation, and her expression was radiant.

Zhang Ling had never seen his sister like this, so he asked, "Sister, what's wrong?" Zhang Ningyun shook his head,

"It's nothing, I'm going home." Since the one didn't come, there was no need for her to stay, so she turned around and left.

Long Xixuan wanted to stay with those scholars for a while, but Zhang Ningyun was gone, and she didn't want to stay long.

Called out to the other sisters who were still watching the lively sisters, and then left together. Zhang Ling naturally couldn't leave yet, and he had to escort Master Xu.

The poetry club gradually became cold, and the morale of the scholars in Yucheng was naturally low, but it was a little more high-pitched on the side of Sucheng.

When many scholars meet people from Yucheng, they will come to the next sentence coldly,

"How's my Sioux City poem?" How did this answer the people of Yucheng? People wrote three poems at once, and the poems are all unique, no one can compare, what else can they say.

The previous arrogance was all gone, and he could only be silent. I didn't expect to come all the way, it would have been a big victory, but I didn't want to lose so badly.

Dong Fuzi walked over and saw that his disciples were all depressed, and said angrily: "Who are you pulling your face to?" Can't stand losing a game? Is this the vigor of your young people? Hmph, it's not as good as an old man like me. Seeing a few people, they were still silent.

He also said: "Dapeng rises with the wind one day and soars to 90,000 miles. Xuan Yu can be fearful, and her husband is not young. You lost to this poem, and you didn't learn anything from it? Several people looked up, and there was a light in their eyes.

Dong Fuzi snorted coldly and didn't say anything more, if he was still passive and addicted like this, it would really be overwhelmed.

After that, the poetry meeting ended. They all said goodbye and left one after another. But those who leave will more or less talk about the three words of half the door on the way, and will also mention the mysterious proprietor.

I want to know what kind of person is that person who can write such poems. Especially those young ladies of the family, one by one, silently reciting the poem, they were fascinated and couldn't extricate themselves.