November 15, 70th year of Da Qiankang Yuan, not at that time, Chang'an City Yanshoufang, Gaosheng Inn.

Xu Wuxi sat at a square table by the window in the front hall, raising his glass and pouring himself a drink, all kinds of things in the world seemed to be unable to arouse his interest, at this moment, only the wine in this cup was his true confidant......

The shopkeeper ran to him, holding a jar of wine in his arms, with a smile on his face, and said:

"This son, this is the fine wine served by our store, the thirty-year-old 'Fenyang drunk'! The ordinary five-year-old 'Fenyang drunk' costs fifteen taels of silver a jar, and this altar of thirty-year-old 'Fenyang' is amazing...... If you put it on the market, you won't be able to buy it if you don't have more than two hundred taels of silver, I'm afraid you won't be able to buy ......it."

Xu Wuxian said: "I just ordered a pot of 'old knife burning' for twenty yuan, but I didn't ask for the 'Fenyang drunk' of two hundred taels of silver......

The shopkeeper smiled: "This is a gift from the shop, and I don't accept a penny from the son......"

Xu Wuzhi said strangely: "Yesterday you gave me a pot of 20-year-old Jinzhong 'Zhuyeqing', and today you sent me a 30-year-old 'Fenyang drunk', what are you doing?

The shopkeeper hurriedly said: "The prince can live in the shop, that is the luck of the shop! As for these jars of good wine, it is regarded as a friend of the shop, if the son is developed in the future......

Xu Wuxi slapped the table with a "snap" and said awe-inspiringly:

"Are you a three-year-old child, where does this wine come from?

The shopkeeper said helplessly: "Don't hide it, this is a friend of the son, and the little one is the ...... of the son."

Wu Xian thought about himself, he didn't have any friends in Chang'an City, and who else could be so generous?" Could it be the ...... of King Wei, General Xue, and Mr. Qiu, but even if they want to give me gifts, why do they need to be so secretive...... "Wu Xian thought as he shook his head, only feeling that it was impossible for all of the above people to please him for no reason. "Could it be those minions of Tsing Yi Wei, who can't see the hard, and use another trick?"

Thinking of this, Wuxian couldn't help but "chuckle" in his heart, so he asked the shopkeeper to pat open the mud seal and open the wine jar, but the smell was fragrant, and it was a jar of good wine......

"It's really good wine!" he praised Wuxi, and told the shopkeeper to have a few more side dishes, and he wanted to drink it......

Wuzhi kept drinking, and at the same time, he also asked about the figure of the person who delivered the wine. The shopkeeper explained that the man was a middle-aged man about forty years old, he was wearing an indigo robe, a fur hat, a white face, and a slight figure...... "Seeing that he acted and spoke very skillfully, like a housekeeper in a deep house......" said the shopkeeper.

If this person comes again tomorrow, he must inform him immediately.

Thirty years of "Fenyang drunk" after all is a rare good wine, the quality of the wine is as clear as jade, the wine taste is mellow and fragrant, no disease at first still has a vigilant heart, dare not drink more, but later, the more you drink, the more you feel the taste, you can never stop the cup...... "No matter what he is in Tsing Yi Wei Nan and what is in the north, there is wine in the present and drunk today!"

The shopkeeper and Xiao Er helped him into the room and helped him sleep with his clothes......

The evening drum and the morning bell are another day......

At noon the next day, he woke up with drunken eyes......

The shopkeeper laughed and said:

"Son's noble friend, I sent a jar of good wine in the morning, and the little one saw that Childe was sleeping soundly, so that he couldn't bear to ......wake up."

Xu Wuxi asked drunkenly, "What kind of wine did you give?"

The shopkeeper replied with a smile: "Today, I am sending a special wine from Guanzhong, a sixty-year-old 'Feng Wine'...... Tut-tut! To say the least, you have to tattoo more than three hundred taels of silver!"

Xu Wuxian asked, "What about the person who sent the wine?"

The shopkeeper replied, "People have gone far away, oh...... That person also asked the little one to hand over this bag of things to Gongzi......" As he spoke, he took out a bright yellow cloth bag and handed it to Xu Wuxi.

When he opened the cloth bag without illness, he saw that it was stuffed with gold ingots and gold leaves, and the golden light shone so brightly that the shopkeeper's eyes widened, and he couldn't help but praise repeatedly:

"Son, I am so blessed, I have such a bold friend......"

......

Xu Wuxian didn't think much about it, after getting up and freshening up, he didn't go out, stayed in the inn, ordered the shopkeeper to set the table, serve food, and continue to drink......

The sixty-year-old "phoenix wine", he had never heard of it before, and now that he put it in front of him, how could he not drink it?

"Life is like a white horse passing through a gap, princes and generals, thousands of years of hegemony, in the end, but a pile of dung, how can it be like a good wine in this cup, it will not fail my ......"

Such a good wine, such a good season, and such a lonely person, how can you not get drunk?

......

After that, for three days, Xu Wuzhi did not go out of the gate or the second door, but just stayed in the inn, regardless of the wind and rain outside, noisy and noisy, he only cared about himself drinking, getting drunk, and sleeping in the store...... Waking up and drinking, getting drunk, and sleeping...... Anyway, every day, there is always a mysterious "friend" who sends all kinds of expensive and good wines. Those who are not sick do not refuse, so they simply drink it every day and get drunk......

Perhaps, the other party has ulterior motives? Perhaps, the wine is hidden in the poison? Perhaps, the wine is to make you anesthetic, and then, there will be all kinds of means that you can't think of......

Xu Wuxi didn't care about all this, since he had good wine, he didn't want to waste it. Or, in his mind, what always comes to mind, the back of the leisurely and gloomy under the slanting sun, the "Yulu Weng", although he is old, but the impassioned pride that is hidden all the time is deeply affecting him......

"It doesn't matter what means you have, no matter what your mind is! I'll drink it first!"

Perhaps in the deepest part of his heart, he was still the smiling face red in the sunset, his black hair was flying in the wind, and a voice like a swallow's warbler came: "Brother without disease, look! That red cloud is so beautiful......

Cough!......

No matter how beautiful the sunset is, how can it compare to the beauty of your smile......

No matter how good the wine is, how can it be poured into my heart......

......

On the morning of the fourth day, he suddenly got up early, and after he hurriedly freshened up, he quietly hid in a corner of the store. As expected, when it was time, a middle-aged man in a blue shirt and a fur hat came over, gave the shopkeeper a jar of good wine, and after a few words, he went out of the door.

Wu Zhi quietly followed, and when he saw the blue-shirted man going all the way north, the direction he was going was the Tianbao Pavilion at the northwest end of Chang'an City, and he couldn't help but panic inexplicably......

He had been suspicious for the past few days, and always felt that no one in his acquaintance could possibly make such a generous move, and he would never show up, unless it was ...... She?

When I thought of the figure that made her dream, and her disease-free heart, she couldn't help but be excited......

"Is it that she treats me so kindly, and she sends me gold for fear that I have no money on me, and good wine for fear that I will have no wine in my shop...... She's a ...... It's been so nice to treat me...... So why did she never show up?...... Oh yes, I'm stupid...... She must have been afraid that her father would know, after all, it was a girl's family...... If it gets out, it's not good......"

When he suddenly thought of this section, he couldn't help but feel excited, first, thinking that his "Yan'er" was in Murong Mansion, and he was still thinking about himself all the time, and his heart couldn't help but be inexplicably happy; second, he secretly said that he was too stupid, since Murong Yan was just secretly helping, he didn't want this matter to be known to outsiders, but now he was secretly following, if he chased him to Murong Mansion and was discovered by her, wouldn't it make her even more embarrassed?!......

He followed the man in the blue shirt without illness, thinking wildly in his heart, and when he hesitated, he saw the middle-aged man turn to the right, and his figure had disappeared......

Scratching his head, thinking in his heart that it would be better to ask the person tomorrow, or, it is better not to ask, after all, the girl is thin-skinned, if she doesn't say it, I won't ask......

But he thought, "Is it really Yan'er?" if it weren't for ......."

He turned around and was about to return to the inn, when he suddenly felt someone behind him pat him, and a familiar voice came: "I said...... What are you doing here......

When he looked back at the man without illness, he couldn't help but be overjoyed in his heart......