A moment later, the flower steps in the city.

At this moment, Huabu City was hastily cleaned up by Wang Yi and his people, although collapsed houses, scattered heads, and remnants of blood can occasionally be seen on both sides of the street, but after all, it is more orderly than yesterday.

With the crisp sound of horses' hooves, Wan Jianfeng and Murong Yunyao rode their horses into this once beautiful small city from outside the city gate. Murong Yunyao was riding on a horse, and when she saw the scene around her, she felt a little sorry in her heart. Although she did not want to see this beautiful city destroyed by war, she also knew that war would inevitably involve bloodshed and sacrifice.

Wan Jianfeng shook the empty wine gourd in his hand, and he didn't seem to care about the prospects, he only cared about whether the rumored Baihua Brew that was famous in all countries disappeared with the flames of war.

Soon after the two of them walked along the street in the center of the city, they smelled a burst of wine, although it was not as strong as the ordinary aroma of wine, but it was sweet in the light and elegant, like a hundred flowers after the rain.

Wan Jianfeng lifted his nose and sniffed it a few times, almost drooling. He immediately followed the smell of wine, galloped forward on horseback, and found the source of the smell of wine in an alley on the side of the street.

I saw that there was not a single house in this alley, only two flower beds surrounded by fences, and the flowers in the garden were in full bloom, and they were not affected by the war in the slightest. Behind the flower garden is a very delicate and deep small manor, on which hangs a pale wood-colored plaque, on which the book is fresh and graceful three big characters - Yuyingzhuang. If it weren't for the pale pink wine curtain hanging at the door and the burst of wine from the garden, I am afraid that no one would associate the manor in front of them with the tavern.

Wan Jianfeng dismounted at the door, tied the reins to the wine banner at the door, and then pointed to the horse's head and said, "Pony, you are not allowed to eat these flowers, do you hear?" If you dare to eat it, Ben Shaoxia will let the little witch slap the magic palm and beat you to the sky! ”

He was about to reach out and touch the horse's back, when he suddenly felt a tap on the shoulder, and he was so frightened that he hurriedly looked back. Seeing that it was none other than Murong Yunyao who was smiling at the corner of her mouth, her smile seemed amiable, but Wan Jianfeng instantly gasped.

Murong Yunyao pointed her finger at the back of the horse and said: "Stinky food, I don't know if this girl can send it to heaven with one palm, but she can definitely send you to heaven with one palm, do you want to try it?" ”

Wan Jianfeng hurriedly waved his hand and said, "No, no!" This young man's way is still shallow, so he won't go to the sky to mix, it still matters to drink the wine in the world! ”

Murong Yunyao glanced at him with a smile and took the lead in entering the manor. Wan Jianfeng also took three steps and two steps, trotting behind her, eager to drink a jar of well-known Baihua brew immediately.

There is a tall cherry tree in the village, and under the tree is an elegant mat shed, in which there are several log-colored tables and chairs, arranged very neatly, and the table top is immaculately cleaned. On a table in the middle, there is a white porcelain wine jug, and the wine in the pot is overflowing.

Wan Jianfeng couldn't wait to run to the table, sat on the chair with his butt, sat down on the bench with his right foot, and was about to get the wine jug with his left hand. Murong Yunyao admired the elegant furnishings, and suddenly felt better, and also walked to the opposite side of Wan Jianfeng and sat down slowly.

The two sat down and found that in this exquisite manor, the shopkeeper who sold wine did not even have a guy who ran the hall, and they couldn't help but wonder. Wan Jianfeng couldn't take care of it at this time, and was about to pour the wine jug into his mouth, but was interrupted by a sweet and gentle female voice.

"Heavy is light roots, quiet is dry. If it is light, it will lose its roots, and if it is dry, it will lose its king. The two nobles must have been both well-versed gentlemen, not country men, so why were they so anxious to drink the little wine made by the slaves? Her voice is melodious and graceful, and this voice alone is enough to make all men in the world dream.

Murong Yunyao looked for prestige, but saw a young girl walking slowly in the back garden. Her face is like a peach blossom, her body is like a weak willow supporting the wind, her eyebrows are like a spring mountain with rain, and her eyes are like autumn water. There are wisps of floral fragrance between the actions, and the fragrance is neither light nor strong. She came in a pale pink tulle dress, like a fairy of a hundred flowers, and like a god of the nine heavens. Really, how can the sinking fish and geese be more beautiful, the shy flowers in the closed moon are really embarrassing, the world is independent and laughs after talking, and Chang Xi is jealous of the three autumns.

"Oh my God, are you a human or a fairy!" Murong Yunyao exclaimed, hurriedly rubbed her eyes with her hands, and looked at the girl in front of her again, only to feel that she was becoming more and more beautiful and beautiful. Murong Yunyao thinks very highly of herself on weekdays, she only thinks that she is the best in the world, and today compared with the girl in front of her, she doesn't feel ashamed.

Murong Yunyao came back to his senses for a long time, and suddenly turned his head to look at Wan Jianfeng, but saw him playing with the wine jug by himself, looking entangled in not knowing whether to drink or not, so he subconsciously breathed a sigh of relief.

The girl didn't pay attention to Murong Yunyao, she seemed to be used to seeing this kind of look. She slowly walked in front of Wan Jianfeng and said with a smile: "This young man, the slave family's pot of hundred flowers is worth fifty taels of silver, I don't know how many pots the young man wants to drink?" ”

Wan Jianfeng hurriedly put the wine jug on the table, as if the jug of fine wine had turned into a hot potato. He raised his hand to wipe the corners of his mouth, gulping down his saliva, but his eyes were still staring at the flask, but he didn't dare to touch it again.

Seeing this, the girl smiled, "In addition to making wine on weekdays, the slave family also likes to read some poems in her spare time, and this girl loves money and talent." Rich people pay to drink, and talented people write poems and drink. If the two of them can write a quatrain on the spot, or a few sentences to the slave family, the slave family will give the two of them this pot of pots of flower brew. ”

Murong Yunyao hurriedly shook his head and said, "You also need to be sour and fake vinegar when you drink wine, this girl is not right!" ”

The girl smiled and said, "Could it be that the heroine is willing to give these fifty taels of silver?" ”

(End of chapter)