The huge drunken Xuan building was full.

The guests in the private room on the second floor were arranged to the third floor, and there was really no seat, and the shopkeeper did not dare to share a table for them on the first floor, so he could only laugh with them, so that the distinguished guests would come back another day.

Before and after the shopkeeper was busy, he didn't have time to wipe the sweat, so he heard Xiao Er say that there was a girl who was going to get drunk when she opened her mouth, and when she heard that Zuimenxuan was gone, she named her to chew wine.

After hearing this, the shopkeeper's drooping face suddenly trembled with his lips.

Wang Zimo and Bai Su felt lonely guarding the huge table.

After a while, Xiao Er took a few vegetable students to set up a table full of dishes, and finally the shopkeeper sat opposite Wang Zimo with a jar of mud-sealed old wine.

The shopkeeper is about forty years old, and his face is cold and almost frozen.

Where did the two wild babies come from, they dared to go wild in the drunken Xuan Building!

The shopkeeper looked at Bai Su carefully, and after repeatedly confirming that it could not be the little girl who wanted to chew wine, he then targeted Wang Zimo.

The two of you stare at me, I stare at you, the two pairs of eyes looked at each other awkwardly, pursed their lips and smiled, and continued to stare dryly.

"Brother, when can I eat?" Bai Su stretched out his little pink tongue and licked his lips with crystal clear saliva.

"Wait a little longer!"

The prince silently knocked on the chopsticks with his cheeks, and glared at the shopkeeper's half-pillar incense kung fu, and suddenly there was a crisp bell sound outside the door, and then the fragrant breeze blew on his face, but he saw Xue Jiaoniang change into a coarse linen dress and sit next to Wang Zimo in a peach-colored silk brocade Luo shirt skirt.

Behind her, the Takuta brothers and sisters also changed out of Qiang costumes and wore Hanfu, dignified and elegant.

A faint rouge gouache wafted away, and the prince silently smelled a fresh fragrance of lilies, swallowed dryly, and looked down at his black linen shirt, which had not yet had time to be repaired, and turned his head to look at Bai Su, who was in tattered clothes, and sat with a few of them, just like asking for food on the street.

"Hee-hee...... Daddy, when have you been so merciful and served a table full of dishes to Hanako! Our guests have let you drive them away, these two ......"

A little girl about Aguma jumped up behind the shopkeeper, put her arms around his neck, stood on tiptoe and kissed her father's face, and without waiting for her father's reproach, she quickly turned around and ran away.

The little girl is about ten years old, wearing silk and satin, and she looks worry-free.

"You!" Wang Zimo just wanted to stand up, but was held down by Xue Jianniang.

"Laugh, laugh!"

The shopkeeper's old face was red and white, "The little girl lacks discipline and doesn't know etiquette, so I'll make amends for her." ”

"It's okay!"

Xue Jiaoniang stared at the jar and chewed wine, her eyes were slightly moist, "Shizun, is he okay?"

"Since the disappearance of the priest, the sect leader has been ill, and he has endured for twenty-five years, and he has not seen the priest return, and he has sailed west. The shopkeeper sighed again and again, "The sect leader regards the priest as his own, how can you ......?"

Only Shizun and Shiluan knew about the events of that year, and everyone in the Fengtian God Sect thought that the priest was missing, and abandoned the Holy Sect and abandoned the responsibility. As everyone knows, Xue Jiaoniang guarded in Kunxu and dedicated her most gorgeous youth to the fighting turtle.

"The current sect leader is Shi Luan?"

"No!" the shopkeeper secretly glanced at the second floor, "Shiluan's cultivation has not been three hundred years old, and many of the four protectors are not satisfied. However, Li Min outside the sect was deceived by his appearance and strength, and mistakenly thought that he was an ageless saint, so he respected him as an immortal master. ”

Xue Jianniang nodded, "I know this." Who's going to say the Cult of God now?"

"It's still poetry. He has prestige, and the Divine Cult has to rely on the Immortal Master. But ......"

The shopkeeper leaned forward and whispered in a voice that Xue Jiaoniang could hear. After listening to the shopkeeper's words, Xue Jiaoniang's chest suddenly rose and fell in anger, and the table slammed. "What's the difference between this and finishing the Cult of God!"

Wang Zimo and the Takuta siblings ate a table full of dishes, their cheeks bulging and their mouths full of oil. Bai Su had already eaten with a round stomach, leaning on the back of the chair and tilting his head and humming, his two calves dangling, sweeping to the large piece of pork knuckle on the table from time to time, thinking about the solemn oath he had said to Xiong Huan before parting: "Don't be afraid, Xiong Meow, I will definitely bring you some delicious food when I have the chance!"

Seeing that the guests around looked up one after another, Xue Jianniang roared angrily: "What to see, eat!"

Although Wang Zimo's demand for food is not as great as that of ordinary people, who can withstand the temptation of deliciousness? Staring at the old wine that broke through the mud seal, Wang Zimo also squinted his eyes and couldn't help but indulge in it.

"This was done by the priest himself three hundred years ago, and I have kept it, and since the priest left, the little one has had the wine mud sealed. ”

"What kind of wine is this?

Zimo couldn't help but lick the corners of his mouth.

Hearing the word "incense", Bai Su couldn't help but tilt his head, looked up at the table, shrugged his little nose, and after making sure that he was not interested in this incense, he stared at the big elbow again.

Xue Jiaoniang suddenly opened the clouds and saw the sunny day, she stared at half of the jar of yellow and turbid wine, endured the gluttony in her stomach, first served a cup to the prince silently, and said with a smile: "Come, taste it!"

Rice wine into the cup, swirling along the rim of the cup.

Until Xue Jianniang put down the wine jar, the wine in the cup was still rotating counterclockwise, and many flocculents could be faintly seen swaying in the glass.

It is fully fermented Jiang rice, which is produced on the bank of the Yongjiang River in Yunyoumei Prefecture. One season a year, the yield per mu is worth 100 catties, and the value is higher than gold!

"I don't drink!"

Wang Zimo stretched out his fingers and rubbed his itchy nose, but he still couldn't help the smell of wine and licked his tongue secretly.

"Brother, you swallowed saliva!" Bai Su pointed to Wang Zimo's throat, then touched his neck, and said strangely: "Why doesn't Bai Su have that big pimple in his neck?"

Xue Jiaoniang just wanted to explain to Bai Su, but when she saw that the clothes of the two were very different, she immediately pretended not to hear it, and then looked at Wang Zimo.

"Taste it, it's out of the way!" Xue Jiaoniang continued to tempt.

"I can't help it!

The shopkeeper and Wang Zimo spoke at the same time. Before the second half of the sentence was spoken, she was glared back by Xue Jiaoniang, trembling her lips and not daring to breathe loudly.

This chewing wine is made by the priest himself, and only two altars are made every year, one for the heavens and one for the lord to enjoy.

Xue Jiao Niang's action is very meaningful!

"It's okay, you won't get drunk if you taste a glass of this wine. ”

When Xue Jianniang was a priest, she always secretly brewed an extra jar and hid it in Zuixuan Building. When the master traveled, he ran to the drunken Xuan Building to have a good drink. However, she only drinks what she chews.

Aged for 300 years, the aroma of wine alone will intoxicate everyone.

The prince squinted his eyes and enjoyed it carefully, holding the wine glass and refusing to put it to his lips.

"Drink!"

Staring at Wang Zimo and drinking all the chewing wine, Xue Jianniang stretched her neck, blinked her eyes and slowly curled the corners of her lips, and couldn't wait to ask, "How does it taste?"

A scorching heat with a fragrance slid down from the throat, rushed into the lungs, and suddenly turned over the river and the sea.

The prince hurriedly stuck out his tongue and rubbed his hands around, trying to take away the spicy sensation with the flowing air.

After about half a pillar of incense, the strength of the chewing wine slowly dissipated, his eyes were red, and he looked at Xue Jiaoniang with watery eyes, "Aha, hiss! At first, it was spicy, hiss, and then sweet!"

"So, does Mer know how this wine is made?"

"I don't know, hey, it's delicious, can I still have a drink?"

Chewing sake tastes similar to rice lees, but rice lees is sweet at first, and then spicy, which makes people feel sweet at first and then spicy, and then the more you drink it, the more you don't want to drink it. On the contrary, this chewing wine is spicy and straight to the heart, and then a hint of sweetness lingers between the lips and teeth, and the aftertaste is endless.

"Mo'er is not in a hurry, first listen to how this chewing wine is made, and then it's not too late to drink a second glass!"

Xue Jianniang was not afraid that the prince would get drunk silently, but she was reluctant to give up the wine in the altar. She looked at the shopkeeper and just wanted to ask if there was any wine made by other priests, but when she saw that the shopkeeper saw that the prince had really drunk the wine, she couldn't help but sink her face.

This slight change naturally can't hide from Xue Jiaoniang's eyes.

"What, Liang Maoshi?" Xue Jiao Niang was not angry, "Is my high priest already dead in name?"

From Xue Jiaoniang's firm eyes, the cool shopkeeper guessed seven, seven, eight, eight. He glanced at the Takuta siblings, the boy was dressed in a nondescript manner, although he was richly dressed. The girl's clothes are even more unmatched, like a princess.

Looking at Xue Jianniang again, it is obvious that she has the same style as Takuta.

The clever cool shopkeeper guessed it right away. King Han had just issued a holy decree, and the wanted demon stood in front of him.

The High Priest had always been brilliant, and she had dressed the boy so prominently for only one purpose—to cover up the boy in coarse linen!

In this way, Priest Xue has gone to Kunxu, and it has been three hundred years since he said goodbye! Shopkeeper Liang swept around from several people, and after seeing the similarities between Takuta and Aguma, he became even more determined in his thoughts.

Although the shopkeeper Liang was secretive, he couldn't escape Xue Jiaoniang's sharp eyes, and his actions completely exposed himself, making Xue Jiaoniang can't help but be vigilant.

"Priest Xue, after the death of the sect leader, a new priest has been replaced. Subordinates also ......"

Wang Zimo's head was dizzy after drinking and chewing wine, and he felt that Xue Jiaoniang seemed to be angry, pointed to the nose of Liang Maoshi, the shopkeeper of Zuixuan Building, and said with a wine burp: "Don't let it, provoke, burp, make my aunt angry!"

Liang Maoshi's heart turned a thousand times.

I don't know where the former priest brought back a nephew after his disappearance for 300 years. The two ostensibly wanted to be aunts and nephews, but maybe they were the illegitimate sons of the former priests.

"Auntie, give Mo'er another drink, wine!"

"Then Mo'er listen first, this wine is made by my aunt and I chewing the river rice on the bank of the Yongjiang River in Yunyoumeizhou one bite at a time, and the altar has been sealed for five years, and there is my aunt's saliva in it, do you want to drink it?"

Hearing this, Wang Zimo suddenly woke up most of the time, and swept his eyes like a cow from the face that was becoming more and more beautiful, and quickly shook his head and muttered, "Don't!

But Mo'er had already taken a sip. ”

Xue Jiaoniang pretended to be helpless, "If you drink the chewing wine made by the high priest, you must be the leader of the Fengtian God Sect, and Mo'er is terrible now! Not only do you have to drink the chewing wine made by your aunt, but you also have to taste the chewing wine made by all the priests, which one has a mellow taste, which one can be the high priest!"

Hearing Xue Jiaoniang's words, the prince was in a daze, his slightly drunk head became more and more dizzy, his tongue was knotted, and he muttered: "I still have to drink other people's saliva, no, Mo'er only drinks the wine made by her mother-in-law!"

The prince was stunned, and for a while he quickly said that he called Xue Jianniang "mother-in-law", which happened to be heard by the young master of Fengming City who came out of the second floor.

"Shopkeeper Liang, your table here is so lively!"

Cui Xiuran's sharp gaze swept over Xue Jiaoniang and Wang Zimo, and he recognized it at first glance, this twenty-seven or eight-year-old woman was named by Father-in-law Linde just now, and he had already sent someone to investigate, but he didn't expect to appear here unscathed.