Chen Mingye looked at the noisy crowd in the tavern, and was in a trance for a while.

He didn't expect that he would meet Haoming's once-famous character in a tavern in Anshun City.

"Little brother recognizes me?" the shopkeeper seemed to be taken aback.

"Naturally, I know that there was a young man who became famous in the Huangmei Festival Wine of Jixia School Palace, a friend who was famous all over the world, the son of the old lady of the first dynasty, a romantic figure who knew everything about piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, how many teenagers learned from him, and how many girls were the objects of spring. Chen Mingye smiled, "I'm right, Mr. Gu Nan?"

The shopkeeper smiled, picked up the tea on the table, and took a sip: "It's all the past, now Gu Nan is just a lame man who opens a teahouse, I'm a little curious about the identity of the little brother, it's rare that someone in this remote southern Xinjiang can remember Gu." ”

"Sir, would you like to guess?" Chen Mingye frowned, hearing the shopkeeper's words, he only then remembered that the pace of the man in front of him was indeed slightly lame.

"A noble son of your age, I really can't think of coming to Southern Xinjiang, unless I ......" The shopkeeper suddenly paused in the middle of speaking, his eyes widened slightly, and he said in a little stunned, "Mo Fei, you are Brother Chen's son." ”

Chen Mingye was also stunned: "Could it be that Mr. Fei recognizes his father?"

"After all, he was an official in the same dynasty, and he has been photographed more or less," the shopkeeper suddenly smiled with relief, and then looked at Chen Mingye carefully, "It turned out to be his son, so it's easy to understand." ”

When the two of them said this, Mr. Huang on the stage seemed to be happy again, and he patted the wood and said: "Let's say that the Han general Gongsun Yan responded to the challenge of the old demon of the Western Regions, and the two martial arts masters fought for a whole day and a night. ”

"The war in the Western Regions is in full swing over there, and it is far from over, and there is border friction between Han and Haoming here. Speaking of which, the Emperor of the late Han Dynasty is also a masterpiece, and when the war in the Western Regions is not over, he dares to fight with Haoming head-on, and the war starts on both sides, and in the early stage of the war, it is really a victory and defeat, and the fight has come and gone, without showing weakness at all. ”

"It's been more than ten years, and we are still laughing and saying that the second emperor sent out the Han Jiangshan by himself, which is both right and wrong. If it weren't for the unprecedented snow disaster, the battle between Lihan and Haoming would be really hard to say. When Mr. Huang said this, he sighed.

Although Chen Mingye didn't spend time on studying, the war in the Spring and Autumn Six Kingdoms was clearly known. He raised his eyes and glanced at Mr. Huang, and said with a smile: "Mr. Huang is so sighing for Lihan?"

"It's not a matter of a country, it's a matter of sighing about the changes of the country, and it's just a matter of sighing about the thick history. The shopkeeper replied.

Chen Mingye nodded, suddenly remembered a funny story, and couldn't help asking: "Where did the name Huangmei Sacrificial Wine come from, I think Mr. Huang's eyebrows are no different from ordinary people." ”

"Hahaha, little brother has heard a word called burning eyebrows, this old boy has always been in a hurry to do things, several of our old friends are ridiculing his eyebrows have been smoked by fire for so long all day long, I am afraid that they will be yellow, so there is such a nickname. When the shopkeeper heard his question, his originally serious face suddenly couldn't help laughing.

"I see," Chen Mingye stroked his palm and smiled, "It turns out that Huang Mei is a joke to Mr. ”

"Don't talk about it, let that old boy hear it, and he can still be anxious with you. The shopkeeper shook his head helplessly.

Chen Mingye thought about it for a while, and said, "The kid dared to ask, why did Mr. Gu come here?"

"Hehe, I was at the behest of an old man. The shopkeeper looked at him deeply, raised his head and drank the tea in the cup, "Little brother, it's good to pour me another cup of tea." ”

Chen Mingye was just about to raise his hand, but his eyes caught a glimpse of a woman who was still charming and hurried over to this side, and raised his hand to think of the shopkeeper's point: "The surname Gu, put aside this and ask the guests to ask for tea and drink, why didn't you die of thirst?"

Then Chen Mingye saw that the rumored personable man stood up in a panic, and rushed back to the counter with a half-limp body, and said in his mouth: "Isn't it to see that there will be fewer guests, so sit down and steal a moment to be free." ”

When the woman saw the man get up, she hurriedly followed, stretched out her hand to hold him, and said with disgust: "Don't move around, be careful." ”

"The lady has worked hard. The shopkeeper smiled, and looked at the woman's eyes full of tenderness.

"The mouth is sweet, you go over there to rest, the guests will entertain me and the fish here. The woman smiled, as if she was called by the shopkeeper, and her mood immediately improved.

"The lady is considerate. The shopkeeper smiled.

Chen Mingye looked at the couple in front of him, the shopkeeper was dressed in an ordinary gray robe, but it was difficult to hide his elegant temperament from the inside out. The decoration of the woman's jinghai cloth skirt is simple, and there is no rouge at all, but it has its own fragrance reflected in her gestures.

What a well-matched couple.

It's a pity that the shopkeeper is lame, but there is a thick scar on the proprietress jade-like face, which shatters the intact happiness.

"Little boy, listen to the book, I'm afraid that my family will be hungry for you with half a pot of tea again, and I'll let the fish give you a discount." The woman turned her head to look at Chen Mingye, her face was terrifying, but her voice was extremely soft.

"It's okay, it's okay, I have a good chat with the shopkeeper, I'm a junior, and this tea money should be paid by me. Chen Mingye shook his head, and reached out to his waist as he said this, only then did he suddenly remember that he was penniless.

Since his exile, he has never had any finances on him, and he used to live a comfortable and chic life in Anshun City, but it was all thanks to Jiang Ying who spent it for him.

"Well, boss, I'm in a hurry to go out today, and I forgot to bring some silver taels, see if you can take credit first, and you will make up for it next time." Chen Mingye scratched his head and said to the woman.

"Little brother doesn't need to worry, a pot of tea is just money, you can talk with my family, and you will come to sit and hold the party more in the future, and I will be the master of this tea today." The woman looked at him embarrassedly, smiled slightly, and helped him out.

Chen Mingye thought about it, and said politely: "In this way, thank you to the boss." ”

"You're welcome, you're welcome, you sit again, I'm going to get busy. ”

"Okay," Chen Mingye nodded, looking at the woman's departing back slightly distracted.

The shopkeeper seemed to have heard the conversation, smiled at him, and looked down at the ledger.

Chen Ming set his eyes on the stage at night, and Mr. Huang was still unconscious, clearly describing the situation of the battle between the Han Dynasty and the Western Regions and Haoming, and everyone in the audience was stunned.

He sat leaning against the window, his eyes looking out, but he happened to see a pair of men and horses hurrying into the city, and the sound of horses' hooves rushed past the bluestone slabs of the street.

The group of men and horses rushed under the teahouse, and he was about to withdraw his gaze, but suddenly he felt something in his heart, and met the eyes of the armored and helmeted general at the head.

Then, there was an urgent reining of the horses, and the sound of the horses raising their hooves and roaring spread through the streets, and the whole army stopped with the movements of the leading general, and for a time the eyes of almost everyone in the whole street were focused on the general who was at the head of the ranks.

The general walked a little, turned over and dismounted lightly, and walked towards the gate of the teahouse.

A lieutenant general behind him said in confusion: "My lord?"

The general silently stretched out his hand to signal Jin Sheng, so no one in the army behind him made a sound, and even the entire street seemed to be silent because of the general's action, and everyone quietly looked at this indifferent general wearing a steel helmet, not knowing what he was going to do.

Chen Mingye squinted, he just felt that the figure of the general under the teahouse had an inexplicable sense of familiarity.

He was staring at the general carefully, but the general suddenly raised his hand, snorted coldly, and his footsteps were a little on the ground, and the whole person jumped up in the air and rushed straight towards him.

Chen Mingye was startled, and was about to make a move, but saw that the indifferent general was already standing in front of him, with a burst of snow lotus-like fragrance.

"You ......" he was about to speak, but he saw that the person opposite had already taken off his helmet, revealing a slightly pale little face.

"You're back. The woman's voice was soft, and Yingying's eyes fell on him, as if there was nothing else in his field of vision.

Chen Mingye froze slightly, but without hesitation, he stretched out his hand and grabbed the person in front of him, and his voice was slightly hoarse: "I'm back." ”

The entire teahouse was watching the uninvited guest who suddenly broke in.

The entire army was silently watching the general they had always admired.

The whole street witnessed this inexplicable scene.

It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter, as long as you come, it's fine.