King Li Daozong of Jiangxia, a relative of the royal family of Li Tang, and Li Shimin's cousin, was famous and had great military achievements.

When the things fell into his hands, the Jedi could be called a meat bun and a dog that would go but never return.

But what Du He couldn't understand was that it would be fine if the wine was taken away by Li Daozong, but why did Du Chong be taken away? It would be fine if Du Chong was taken away. What about my big cart pulling wine and the servants pulling the cart?

Why are they gone!

"I'll bother this general and say to His Highness the Crown Prince later, and then Du said that he would go to Tai Chi Palace and return in a moment." The more Du He thought about it, the more he felt something was wrong. He greeted the imperial guard general who came out with him, and ran towards Tai Chi Palace.

Yes, it’s just running, it’s impossible not to run.

At this moment, he figured it out that the purpose of Li Daozong's old man should be very simple to take Du Chong away, that is, the secret recipe for defrauding his own steamed wine.

An old man, who is still thinking about the pot while eating the bowl. How can there be so many good things in the world?

...

At the same time, Tai Chi Hall.

Li Er's banquet had reached its climax, with demons dancing in the hall, and the demonic energy soaring into the sky.

Liu Hongji fought with Qin Qiong outside the hall. They each carried a long spear. The dance was like a tiger and a tiger was full of wind and water could not be poured in. A group of martial arts madmen around him applauded from time to time.

The madmen in the civil service side were not much better than the competition. They all used wine to cover up their faces, and they talked endlessly with lewd words.

At this moment, the square outside the main hall of Li Daozong came strode. Before the people arrived, the voice came first: "Your Majesty, my colleagues, let's see what I, Li Daozong, have brought you back!"

The first one to stop was Liu Hongji and Qin Qiong, who were fighting in a group. They each took over and looked at Li Daozong: "King Jiangxia, you old guy can't bear the effort, have you gone home?"

"Just kidding, what does it mean to be unable to drink? I'm giving in to you." Li Daozong said, pointing behind him with his thumb: "Look, what is this?"

The old guys were curious and looked at it, but they saw that Du Chong, the butler of Du's family, was following Li Daozong. They couldn't help but laugh and scold: "Old man, are you bullying me and others who can't recognize others when you are drunk? Isn't that the butler of Du's family, Du Chong, isn't that?"

"Hey, what's this? I'm asking you to look back."

Still going back?

The old men continued to look back and saw a big cart following Du Chong, pushed by two panicked servants, slowly following behind.

What? The old guys who were almost drunk were rushed up and drove the servants who were pushing the cart aside. When they looked into the cart, they found that there were a wine jar the size of dozens of people.

Someone curled his lips and said, "Tsk, I think it's a good thing, it turns out to be a car of wine?"

Someone said contemptuously: "Old Li, you are really getting back to life. Is it interesting to bully someone who has no father? Hurry up and let them go back."

The lights in the square outside Tai Chi Palace were not very bright, so I couldn't see who was talking.

However, Li Daozong was drinking a little high at this time, so he didn't care and cursed, "Get out of here, I'm the kind of person who bullies people casually? Let me tell you, this wine was brewed by Du Erlang using the secret method. It was definitely a good wine. If I hadn't happened to meet me just now, I'd been sent to the East Palace and was beaten up by those little boys."

Is this still the case?

The noisy old guys looked at Du Chong, and Duan Zhixuan asked carelessly, "Old Du, is what he said true?"

What can Du Chong say, he can only nod his head with a bitter face.

Of course it is true. The wine has been brought to the entrance of the East Palace. How can it not be true?

There was a quarrel here, and suddenly a sharp voice in the Tai Chi Hall shouted: "Your Majesty ordered Du Chong of the Du family to meet him."

Well, even His Majesty the Emperor was alarmed.

Du Chong wailed, and couldn't help but start to blame Du He.

Second Young Master, Second Young Master, I didn’t perform this part during the day rehearsal. Didn’t it be agreed that no matter who comes to the house to get the wine, they will get drunk first and then deliver the wine to the East Palace?

Why did you come to Tai Chi Palace? Second Master, you are so fooling me to death?

With Li Shimin's oral orders, the old guys stopped arguing immediately. You were one jar, I two jars, and they carried thirty jars of wine from the car into the Tai Chi Hall.

First take out five altars and leave them for the emperor, and the remaining twenty-five altars... Well, let the remaining twenty-five altars be given to the emperor.

It’s not that the old guys don’t want to drink it, but there are really not enough more than twenty jars of wine, and they are about to start fighting, so in the end they have to leave it all for Li Shimin and let him be responsible for the distribution.

Li Shimin didn't think anything was going on. Isn't it just a few jars of wine? When he arrived at his place, he had never drunk any good wine. But when the wine was placed on the table, his eyes were attracted by a painting on the jar.

The painting is painted on white silk, with towering mountains and generals leaping on horses.

Putting it outside the wine jar makes people feel heroic.

But it would be fine if it was just like this, but the problem is that from Li Shimin's perspective, he could not see the style of the painting.

From ancient times to the present, the Tang Dynasty has been mainly painted ink paintings, but this painting is made of black lines. The simple style vividly depicts the general's momentum of jumping on horseback and whipping and waving square and vigorous momentum.

Not only that, just as Li Shimin kept turning the wine jar and planning to get a glimpse of the picture, a small poem came into his eyes:

The west wind is strong, and the geese call the frost and morning moon in the sky.

In the morning frost, the sound of horse hooves is broken, and the sound of gongs and drums is swallowed.

The road to the pass is as iron as iron, but now we have taken steps to cross the road.

From the beginning, the mountains are like the sea and the setting sun is like blood.

"Okay, good words! What a strong west wind, what a strong road is like iron, and now I have to step forward from beginning to end." Li Er stared at Du Chong, who was nervous below and asked, "Du Chong, does this wine have a name?"

Du Chong bowed and replied, "Your Majesty, the second young master has not named the wine yet."

Li Er nodded: "Since you haven't named it, this wine will be called Xifenglie in the future."

"Thank you for giving the name to your Majesty." Du Chong's face was happy. With Li Shimin's name, the value of this wine could double out of thin air.

"Yes!" Li Shimin looked down at the wine on the table again, turned his head to the old eunuch and said, "Hongzhen, give wine to all the ministers, let's taste this western wind together."

With Li Shimin's instructions, the palace servant immediately went up to hold the wine jar and poured wine for the old people below. It was not until this time that the old people were eager to notice that there was a painting outside the wine jar, and there was a poem attached to the painting.

Putting aside the killing box like Yuchi Jingde, who can't read a basket of big words, anyone with a little vision is immediately attracted by the words on the wine jar.

After seeing the paintings and lyrics, Lu Yuanlang was so happy that he couldn't see the eyes. He actually snatched the wine jar from the waiter and poured wine for everyone around him. While pouring it, he was muttering: "Come on, drink and drink, bad disciples are so naughty. He always likes to mess up these messy things. My colleagues will take care of you in the future!"

Damn, can you show off at all?!

Kong Yingda, who was sitting next to Lu Yuanlang, had a dark face.

What are you pretending? No matter how powerful Du He is, it is his ability. What does it have to do with you, an old guy? What did you teach me about piano, chess, calligraphy, painting, poetry, wine and flowers?

The wine was filled with cups of wine, and the Tai Chi Hall was soon filled with the strong fragrance of wine.

Looking at the clear and impurities in the cup, even though Li Shimin and his ministers were well-informed, they couldn't help but be shocked.

"How is this wine brewed? Why is there no impurities?"

"What are you talking about? The dignified young master of the Seven-Secret Master, if you don't have this ability, wouldn't it be embarrassing to throw it to my grandma's house?"

"Seven-minded Master? What are the Seven-minded Masters?"

"You forgot that boy said in person that piano, chess, calligraphy, painting, poetry, wine and flowers were always there. Now, poetry, wine and painting are already three kinds. Do you have to wait until the piano, chess, books and flowers are all displayed before you believe it?"

"Extremely great, amazing! If Du Ruhui knew that his second son had this ability, he would probably not be able to suppress the coffin board."

A group of old guys commented on Du He in a word, and Du Chong couldn't help but straighten his back.

The Seven-Character Young Master, awesome, can you?

What I am talking about is my second son!

Tsk, if the master had spirit in heaven, I don’t know how happy he would be.

"All officials..."

"Your Majesty, wait!" Seeing Li Shimin lifting the wine cup, Du Chong hurriedly stopped him: "Your Majesty, this wine is very strong, so drink it slowly, otherwise you will be drunk."

"Hahaha..." A burst of laughter came, but it was Yuchi Jingde who was injured: "Old man Du Chong, don't be fooling people here. I haven't drunk any wine in my life, and will I be afraid of strong wine?"

Well, Yuchi Jingde can't afford to offend him.

But..., isn't it said that you can't drink if you are injured? What's wrong with this old guy?

Du Chong frowned and did not respond.

Anyway, I have already said what I should say, and it has nothing to do with me whether I listen or not.

Li Shimin also didn't take Du Chong's words to heart. The wine is just that. Even if it is more intense, how strong can it be? Can it be even stronger than Sanle Juice?

"All the ministers will drink!" Li Shimin held up the wine cup.

"Drinking victory!" The old guys raised their glasses at the same time.

The next moment, Du Chong closed his eyes.

laugh…….

puff…….

Ahem...

There were sounds of swallowing clouds and fog sounding one after another in the hall.

You know, this Xifengliu is a genuine distilled liquor, with a higher degree than all the wines of this era.

Without the habit of drinking, if you just stuff it with a cup, it will not be able to bear it even if the gods do it!

"What kind of wine is this? How strong is it?"

"I will beat him to death next time, Du He."

"Good wine, good wine, tsk tsk..., the west wind is strong, it's really strong enough."

Li Shimin's face was almost blue at this moment. In order to maintain his image, he didn't spit it out just now. He swallowed a large cup of wine, about four taels of light.

At this moment, from the tongue to the stomach, it was like a ball of fire burning.

Xifenglie, indeed, only such wine is worthy of the name Xifenglie.

After a long time, Li Shimin vomited a mouthful of alcohol that was held in his chest and pointed at Du Chong: "From today, Xifeng Lie has been listed as tribute wine, and there are 2,000 kilograms a year...no mistakes are allowed~"

Bang...
Chapter completed!