"You set up the Sihai Winery? Was it you who brewed Huo Shaochun?"
"Haha, it's just a few friends and dignitaries who are here to show their support!"
The man who looked to be in his forties pouted loudly, slapped his raised legs and asked: "If you don't behave like your little turtle, what kind of business are you doing? Just make wine, and you are still talking to Liao.
A nobleman of the country gambles and fights! What is your identity? If something goes wrong, your life is not worth mentioning, but if it insults the country and loses the face of my Song Dynasty official family... digging your ancestral graves is not enough to atone for your sin! Understand.
Yet?"
Song Wen was stunned for a moment, then looked at Mr. Li next to him who looked confused...
"What are you looking at? I'm teaching you a lesson for your own good! Do you still dare to be unconvinced? Our Lord Wang is a rich man. Otherwise, if you pass a note to Kaifeng Mansion, you will be punished for being a sensationalist and treasonous person of the Liao Kingdom.
Sin! Do you understand?"
Song Wen stood there in shock, seemingly frightened by the big hat...
Mr. Li frowned, and calmly stuffed a piece of silver worth three ounces into the steward's sleeve, and said with a smile: "Steward Zhao... Brother Wen is still a young man, and he is passionate only for the people of the Song Dynasty.
It’s just a fight for words, it’s not a big deal! Your Excellency, I’ll help you a lot and say a few kind words to Mr. Wang...Butler Zhao won’t leave today, Zixuanlou is here to treat us!”
Butler Zhao pinched his sleeve and curled his lips: "A treat at Zixuanlou? But the girl Chun Niang will accompany you!"
A cold light flashed in Song Wen's eyes, and he was interrupted by Mr. Li just as he was about to speak... "Oh, what a coincidence! Miss Chunniang has not seen guests for several days, and she feels a little uncomfortable... Even Gao Yanei's
I’ve already declined the wine party, but Butler Zhao still has any girls he likes that he can choose from!”
Wang Fu's dog-legged butler snorted and waved his hand... "Then forget it! We can't fool any kiln sister, and it's not like we've never seen the world. Mr. Wang is here today to tell me something!"
Mr. Li smiled and said: "Butler Zhao, just tell me, but don't dare to disobey!"
"Did the little turtle master win a prize from the nobleman of the Liao Kingdom during the Bird-Jiuxian Competition that day?"
Mr. Li looked at Song Wen, who smiled heartily: "The Liao man couldn't come up with the bet, so he took off a small knife and paid it forty-five taels of gold!"
A trace of greed and jealousy flashed in Butler Zhao's eyes, and he immediately yelled: "How bold! What nonsense! That is a nobleman of the Liao Kingdom, the third son of the King of Nanyuan! Brother Yelushan, who was given the title of Marquis of Yunzhong by the Liao Emperor at a young age
Sir! Just say that you won the bet, why don't you use Yelushan Gehouye's token to get gold back?"
Song Wen cupped his hands and said with a smile: "First of all, I think that since he can't get the money, it would be unworthy of the people of the Song Dynasty to come to ask for money! Secondly, although I am a common man, I feel that if I give him money,
It is a good thing that this personal token of a nobleman from the Liao Kingdom is left in the Song Dynasty... Coveting a little gold makes the people of the Song Dynasty stingy!"
"You, you...are talking nonsense! It is related to the diplomatic relations between Song and Liao. How can you allow a little turtle like you to make random guesses? I warn you, don't make this matter public! Also, hand over that sword. Don't do it again.
Mention this!"
Song Wen suppressed the anger in his chest, gritted his molars and asked: "Oh? I wonder in whose name is this manager Zhao asking for the sword? Could it be said that Mr. Wang Fu has to pay forty for the Liao people?
Isn’t the bet of five taels of gold successful?”
"Bold! Presumptuous! You don't know how to praise me... I tell you, hand over the sword immediately and take the gift to the vassal court to apologize to Brother Yelushan and the young marquis. You will be spared this time! Otherwise, tomorrow, tomorrow
I want you to know what superiority and inferiority are..."
Song Wen gritted his teeth and stood up, suddenly pulled out a sharp dagger from his arms, and stabbed it on the table with a trembling sound! He was so frightened that the dog-looking palace steward opposite him trembled... "You, you little turtle!"
What do you want to do? Do you want to rebel?"
Just when Mr. Li was about to speak, he was forced back by Song Wen's murderous look... Song Wen sneered: "You want to lick the Liao dog's butt, and you come to bully me, a common man? This bet was lost to me by the Liao people.
, if you have the guts, let that Liao dog give you gold in exchange! Since I dare to bet my life with the Liao people, I don’t care who I lose my life to. Mr. Wang is an upright and loyal minister of my Song Dynasty, how could he be raised like you?
A villain who wants to follow people's influence? Are you crazy for wanting to blackmail me? Do you actually want to extort tokens from me and exchange them for money with the Liao people?"
Butler Zhao was startled, and suddenly realized that this humble little turtle man dared to gamble his life with a nobleman from the Liao Kingdom!
However, the confidence of the seventh-rank official in front of the prime minister's door instantly made him feel as if someone had dug up his ancestral grave! He pointed at Song Wen and cursed: "You little turtle slave, you forgot about me! You dare to slander me? Do you believe it or not? I will let you go with just one word when I return home."
Did you lose your life?"
Seeing that the situation was not going well, Mr. Li was about to step forward to stop him when he saw Song Wen stepped on the table and jumped up, and kicked Butler Zhao hard on the cheek with one foot!
“Pa”… “Ah!
Butler Zhao fell to the ground, bleeding from the corners of his mouth and feeling that several of his back molars moved... Song Wen suddenly cursed in his heart: "How dare you pretend to be Mr. Wang Fu's butler? Who is Mr. Wang?"
That is the most loyal minister who is the mainstay of my Song Dynasty court... How can I let you, a bitch who licks the Liao people's ass, do such a dirty thing? Come on, please tie up this liar and send him to the private office.
There was an interrogation in the office..."
After hearing this, several little turtles who only followed Song Wen's orders rushed in, rolled up their sleeves and pressed Butler Zhao to the ground. Xiao Fuzi hurriedly took a rope to tie up the guy.
Just when Mr. Li was about to stop him, Song Wen actually pushed him away, and then winked at Xiao Fuzi to push Mr. Li out!
Mr. Li sighed, knowing that Song Wen was really angry... After a few words of pretentious persuasion, Xiao Fuzi drove him away, leaving Butler Zhao yelling and threatening...
Song Wen went up and kicked him again, kicking Butler Zhao almost to the point of losing his breath! Song Wen immediately shouted: "Tie up and block this shameless thief who is trying to defraud in the name of Wang Fu's slave."
Mouth! First drag him to the lobby for public display, and then drag him to the Xianggong Office, and let Li Zheng and the imperial guards from the Military Patrol Shop take him to the Yamen for trial..."
A tattered rag that had been wiped with something unknown in the brothel was stuffed into Butler Zhao's mouth. The rich and mysterious stench almost caused Butler Zhao to die suddenly!
Several little turtles dragged Butler Zhao into the hall like a dead dog. It was not yet time to turn on the lights, but there were also a dozen guests who couldn't bear the loneliness and came early to reserve seats to see if there would be a spring girl today.
The Orchid Dance... As soon as he saw this scene, he laughed and cursed: "Hey, this Zixuan Tower will not open the building today and open it as a bandit's village? Where did the thief be caught?"