The two court officials who were squeezed out by the crowd and couldn't get in were already anxious. The black-bearded official showed the fish bag and waist tag on his waist, pushed a small team of the Imperial Guards patrolling the streets, and roared: "Trash! Trash!
! If you don’t break up these people and stop the gambling fight, if the merchant loses, it will be a major insult to the country!"
The Forbidden Army squad had been huddled for a while with their two men amidst the noise, but the crazy crowd didn't care about them at all... The squad had already received several slaps from the officials, and felt aggrieved.
From a distance, the team was looking at the young man sitting in front of Gaoyang Zhengdian with a righteous face and a look of death... Suddenly an unknown fire rose in his heart!
Turning back and giving the official a cold look, the team suddenly said: "What if we, the Song Dynasty, win?"
The black-bearded official was stunned for a moment, then suddenly became furious. He waved his hand and whipped him over the head with a riding crop... "You are a shameless talent and a traitor to the army! How dare you speak to me like this? Win? Even if you win, you will be in trouble!"
What should I do if I embarrass a Liao nobleman in Bianliang, Tokyo, and offend them?"
The thin official seemed to be a little bit unbearable. He took a few steps forward and wanted to pull the black-bearded official's arm... Suddenly, a little baby riding on his father's neck took a sip and cursed in a milky voice: "Not even one
Even if you are not as good as a teenager, two Liao dogs will scare you to death. No wonder you will only shrink your head when meeting Liao people."
"What did you say! You..."
The skinny official behind him couldn't bear it anymore. He snatched the black-bearded official's horse whip and shouted in a low voice: "Master Wang! If things have already happened, it will make me, the Song Dynasty, feel guilty if we stop the gambling fight... The Liao people are fierce but not afraid of power."
They never care about virtue, benevolence, justice, propriety, wisdom, and trust! The people are all devoted to the imperial court. Your Excellency, go in now, stop the gambling fight, and deal with the young man... But you will lose the support of the people!"
"You...you...hum! It's disgraceful and arrogant!"
The black-bearded official looked around at the disdainful and angry eyes, threw down his riding whip and turned around angrily to leave.
Behind the window of a nearby teahouse sat several men with a steady temperament in casual clothes. The leader was a fat old man who frowned and looked at a jar of wine on the table... with the words "Huo Shaochun" stuck on it!
One person laughed and asked: "What do you think of this wine, Sir?"
The old man smacked his lips and nodded: "Although the title of No. 1 in the world is somewhat unfounded, such strong alcohol is indeed rare in the world! My tongue is still a little numb now..."
Several people nodded in agreement, but a young man shouted excitedly from the window: "Grandpa, let's bet! The boy in the wine shop actually bet with the Liao people... Master Wang Fu and that Master Zhang
He was squeezed out of the common people, and he was so anxious that he used whips to drive away the imperial guards and the common people!"
"Mian'er! Don't be helpless...Wang Jiangming now...won the emperor's heart, and he is very considerate! If he is impatient, he is just worried about state affairs...it concerns the people of Liao and cannot be dealt with at will."
A middle-aged man with a long beard cupped his hands and said: "It is really a blessing for the country to have such a kind and open-minded court!"
The old man waved his hand: "I'm old, I'm old... Even the eldest son of Lao Chan is looking forward to his early retirement from the official family. Alas... When people get old, they are despised by others!"
The young man called Mian'er came back and poured a glass of wine for the old man diligently... "Grandpa, did uncle make you angry again? Grandpa can't be so angry. The eldest brother and the others have already passed the examination for meritorious service. The Cai family
I can’t live without your care!”
"Forget it, today I just want to see the happy life of the people and join in the fun... Let's not talk about these things, Mian'er, this Huo Shaochun Liquor is too strong. You are too young to drink it now! Remember?
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The young man licked his lips and nodded in agreement: "Well, A Mian only listens to grandpa!"
The Khitan nobleman Yelu Shange came to the Song Dynasty to communicate with the envoys of the Liao Kingdom with a secret letter from the Household Admonition Council and the Cabinet of the Liao Dynasty. Although the Liao Dynasty's real crusade against female births was nominally successful, it cost countless money and food.
Thousands of Tokyo garrison troops were also killed or injured!
In addition, the emperor of the Liao Kingdom is now focused on hunting and feasting, the crops of the Liao Kingdom's military camps and the people of Liaodong are failing, and the mutual trade with the Song Dynasty is only sucking the blood of the profiteers of the Song Dynasty... The prime minister and dignitaries of the Liao Kingdom have initially reached an agreement.
It is agreed that these losses must be added to the annual tribute paid by the Song Dynasty every year.
Who told you that Song Dynasty is a soft persimmon?
So Brother Yelushan has been creating an atmosphere and a momentum since he entered the territory of the Song Dynasty! That is, the Khitan warriors are tired of peace and tired of petty fights... If the Song Dynasty is not convinced, then go to the battlefield to compete.
The sharpness of the sword and gun!
Daruch is of Mongol Tatar descent. In the Liao Kingdom, like the Semu people and the northern Han people, he was a second-class person who could never enter the aristocratic circle. He was able to accompany the Khitan nobles as guards because of his bravery and loyalty.
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Being good at killing becomes a weapon, being strong and impulsive becomes brave...
This is a fool who is physically strong and skilled in martial arts!
Drinkers are most afraid of encountering this kind of thing, because it will kill you when you drink it!
Daruchi laughed loudly and pointed at Song Wen, who was sitting at the door of the store, then pushed aside a few serious-looking martial arts masters from the Yuquan Hall and strode up to the Jiuxian Arena.
Pulling off the cowhide armor on his body, Daruchi revealed his dark and majestic upper body, revealing the rolling tendons and scars like earthworms... The Song people in the audience felt frightened.
This guy... seems to be a powerful character. I wonder if ten bottles of wine can make him drunk? The little steward of Sihai Winery... is a little confused!
Zhao Shenyan held his waist and stood in front of Song Wen. He moved his lips slightly and asked softly: "Hey, this guy is like a black iron tower! Isn't he a character who will never get drunk after a thousand cups?"
Song Wen was still sitting on the chair calmly, holding the Yanling knife in his hand... "Do you want to place some bets? Let's see if there is any gambling house betting that this Liao man can win the bonus and me.
head!"
Zhao Shenyan sighed... "I'm afraid I'll bet you and lose your head..."
"Unkind and unjust person! I despise you!"
Daruch looked at a few trembling Gaoyang store clerks and picked up a bottle of Huo Shaochun... "What kind of strong liquor can those bullshit southerners make... You guys..."
Daruch sniffed... "The wine smells so good..."
Everyone in the audience was silent, staring at the barbarian who raised the bottle and took a big gulp!
"Uh...well..."
Manzi wiped his mouth and breathed out a strong breath of wine... "Good wine!"
The audience roared with applause, and the Khitan nobleman Brother Yelvshan frowned and snorted... Daruch, a bastard barbarian, actually praised the wine of the Song Dynasty as good wine?
Daruch got used to the fierceness of Huo Shaochun, raised his head and started drinking. Brother Yelushan sneered, and all the people in the audience once again looked at this barbarian who drank like a cow with uneasiness.
Zhao Shenyan looked at the stage in stunned silence and whispered: "It's over... this barbarian is so powerful!"
Song Wen smiled slightly and did not comment.
With a roar like a cow, Daruch smashed the wine bottle and started drinking another bottle...
Bang! Another bottle... Bang, Bang... The fourth bottle!
Zhao Shenyan's face was earth-colored. The black-bearded officials Wang Fu and Zhang outside the crowd were also watching immediately. Several fat and white officials in the teahouse also opened the windows and looked at the high platform in the distance.
Zhao Shenyan's wife Ping Niang, Gao Yanei from next door, and some dignitaries from Bianliang gathered around the window and looked nervously at Daruch on the stage...
Song Wen finally felt a little panicked, and the palm of his left hand holding the knife began to sweat slightly, but his face still looked calm.
Zhao Shenyan trembled and muttered: "Song Wen... is already... already the fifth bottle!
Finally, a drop of cold sweat slowly flowed down from Song Wen's temples.
"This bastard, is he a neurodevelopmental deformity?