In the western front of the setting sun, the fire clouds are not like summer filling the sky, and the faint redness outlines the sky.

The wine-fighting venue was surrounded by enthusiastic people, three layers inside and three layers outside. The blazing torches on both sides illuminated everyone who was still fighting at the table, but everyone's attention fell on the young man wearing an ugly mask.

After drinking the first glass of wine, Wang Zhiyao took the mask she bought from the side and covered it on her face. The masked man muttered: "It's so ugly."

Just now, Hu Jian was injustice, and he was drinking at this time... She had to think about the future and could not do anything too outrageous to vent her depression. Wang Zhiyao would also walk in the capital and meet people in the future.

It is never a good thing for her to be recognized as the same group of men fighting for alcohol today.

"Don't be obsessed with me, I'm just a legend!"

“…”

The masked man couldn't stand Wang Zhiyao's "arrogant" appearance, and looked away, but the corner of his mouth slightly curled up.

The reason why the boring wine-making venue gathers so many onlookers is to thank Wang Zhiyao.

She recites a poem every time she drinks a glass of wine.

The people of the country advocated literature and martial arts, and the people would usually pretend to be cultured and recite a few poems. Today, Wang Zhiyao helped them popularize catchy poems, so the people naturally stayed in the place where they were fighting for wine.

First, see who wins and loses when fighting, and second, listen to how many poems the young master can recite.

Most of the people who were fighting with Wang Zhiyao at the table were stupid. The result of drinking was that they could easily get into the table... Jiang Qilang was drunk and drank, "Good wine, good poems... Little cousin... protect."

Wang Zhiyao's inventory was limited, and she couldn't think of the poem, under the "futing" gaze of the masked man, she made up her mind and talked about storytelling.

The simple version of the Han and Wu Dynasty combines folk legends such as the Records of the Grand Historian and tells them through storytelling.

It promoted the integrity of the Han people very much. Coupled with Liu Che's famous saying that he was a must-have for a day and his courage to promote Wei Qing and Huo Qubing and other famous officials and generals in an unconventional manner, and his determination to fight against the Huns, the strong Emperor Wu of Han was very suitable for the tastes of the people of the dynasty.

Wang Zhiyao told the story ups and downs, while the people were fascinated by it.

She alone attracted more than half of the people who came to Hujie to watch the fun.

The masked man stared at his arm in a daze. Is Huo Qubing?

"Young Master..." The follower stood quietly behind him, and in a tone of sob and crying: "How are you? Do you need to call the doctor?"

"It's okay!" He lowered his cuffs and slowly closed his eyes: "I'm fine!"

"Young Master..."

"Hey, why are you talking about it?" Wang Zhiyao's head was a little heavy at this time. She used wine as water and said that storytelling would be intoxicating. She pushed away the follower and put her arm on the shoulder of the masked man, "Didn't you see your young master mingling with me?"

The servant really wanted to cry. The young master couldn't drink alcohol. It should be said that the wine that the Duke's lineage could drink was specially brewed. If you accidentally drink sake, you would have a life, you would have a rash all over your body and breathe rapidly... The young master secretly drank His Majesty's wine when he was six years old, but it almost turned out...

"I said you're too narcissistic."

Because he said a lot, Wang Zhiyao's voice was hoarse and he leaned close to the masked man: "Are you here to fight for a drink? Or come to see your arm? Just one arm. If you look at it again... you can't grow flowers even if you burp."

The warm breath she exhaled drilled into his ears, and a breath that blended the smell of alcohol and a faint and refreshing smell rushed straight into his nose. He wanted to get rid of this inexplicable danger, but was unwilling to shake off her closeness... He suppressed his voice, and there was a bitterness in his words: "You don't understand."

"If you say it, don't I understand?"

“…”

The eyes exposed from under the mask were deep and sad. Wang Zhiyao raised her hand to hold the mask on her face, and whispered: "It seems we are going to win, ha, the moon... snow, it's a pity, it would be great if there were fireworks to celebrate."

"You like fireworks very much?"

"The beauty of a moment is eternal. Although it is short-lived, fireworks can attract everyone's attention... Some people have a mediocre life, while others have disappeared after being brilliant."

"What kind of choice do you choose?"

"The mediocre, the peaceful life is over."

"Don't you like fireworks?"

He stared at her ugly mask and her drunken water eyes.

"It is because I can't do it, that I like to envy you." Wang Zhiyao said self-deprecatingly: "I admire the Champion Marquis, but I don't want to be the Champion Marquis or his closest relative..."

With a clang, another person fell down and crawled on the table. Only Wang Zhiyao and the masked man could sit firmly.

The people around us burst into cheers, and everyone could see that the two men wearing masks sitting in the same place were in the same group.

Wang Zhiyao whispered: "One person has half of the prize, so we don't have to fight to the death anymore. But in terms of the amount of drinking, I seem to have a little more than you. Give you a face, it's a draw..."

Then she stood up, bowed to the people around her and thanked her, and once again activated the atmosphere on the scene.

The attendant saw Wang Zhiyao leaving the young master and walked forward: "Young master, you..."

"I said, I'm fine!"

His good mood just now was destroyed by his servant again, "Go and make some fireworks to set it off."

"Yes, young master." The attendant did not dare to say anything more, and lowered his head and said, "The secret guard just heard the news that someone was chasing him... Are you going back to the house first?"

"It's the Jiang family."

"It's Jiang Liulang who just returned to Beijing."

"Just just returned to Beijing? Then let Jiang Liulang experience the night view of the capital, so that he would not be able to tell the true Buddha in the temple, and dare to follow him without any preparation... and say to protect her?"

He glanced at Jiang Qilang, who was drunk and could not score in the north and south. These two people would definitely be trained by Xining Bo after they returned.

The servant felt a chill on his back, and the young master was plotting against others again: "They have made up for your lack, and the sixth-rank lieutenant under the command of the capital..." After being glanced by the young master, he hurriedly lowered his head and said, "I will definitely let Jiang Liulang enjoy the beautiful scenery of the capital."

"I want to be a arrogant soldier and an incompetent person, I don't want it!"

After stabilizing the mask on his face, he stood up and greeted Wang Zhiyao with an ugly mask, "There are fireworks tonight, will you go and see it?"

"Really? Have fireworks to see?"

"Um."

He couldn't help but reach out and support Wang Zhiyao, who was shaking his body, deliberately pressing his voice down, "Can you go and see?"

"Well..." Wang Zhiyao was slightly drunk and shook his arm, "Don't pull it... I tell you, don't think I'm drunk, I still understand very well, don't take advantage of me."

Except for her, no one dared to push him away, no one dared to let him be "blame", and no one dared to compete with him...even if it was his prince and brother.

Putting his arms behind him, he casually provoked: "If you are afraid, go home."

"Oh, goodbye."

Wang Zhiyao turned around and left, ignoring his aggressive method at all.

Although fireworks are gorgeous, safety is just as important. Do she think she is a little white rabbit who just follows strangers to watch fireworks?

Coward! His fist seemed to hit the cotton. Damn, what about the courage to "frame" him in Fenghua Valley? What about the courage to compete with him just now? Why... Why did he suddenly turn around and leave?

Did he allow her to leave?

The servant looked up at the angry master, and then looked at the figure that had already squeezed into the crowd, "Young master... Are you still going to fireworks?"

"put!"

He rushed into the crowd and grabbed Wang Zhiyao's arm again. When he met her drunken eyes, she forced her to make her feel much less focused. This feeling was very fresh. From childhood to adulthood, only he kicked away the person he didn't want to pay attention to. No one dared to refuse him to show his goodwill: "You can see fireworks when you return to Xining Bo."

"Do you know who I am?" A trace of security surged in Wang Zhiyao's drunken eyes, "It sounds a bit familiar. Are you my grandfather's subordinate?"

“…”

How could he be Jiang Dayong’s subordinate?

However, judging from the official position and title, he is a little lower than Xining Bo Jiang Dayong.

She must have been intentionally angering him... and pulled her by the arm and took her out of the crowd.

The crowds were surging on the way to the capital, and he held her hand tighter and tighter, "I am Gu Tianze!"
Chapter completed!