Chapter 160 No reason to buy a drunk, Orchid frequently
The meat is in the stomach, the wine is in the intestines. A touch of joy spreads in the chest.
Seeing that Yang Zhaoxi was drinking freely, Hu Ji's light brown eyes gradually lit up. With both hands, she sifted out the bowls of wine and brought them to Yang Zhaoxi. In less than half a stick of incense, the roasted mutton had already been eaten, and a Douhe
The wine has also bottomed out.
Hu Jihan speaks very well, and her words are even more charming: "Young Master, you have a good drinker! We, the women of the country who eat a lot, admire men who have a good drinker the most! My father-in-law said that only a man who can drink well can do great things. Later, sir,
After drinking to your heart's content, go to the slave's room to rest..."
Hu Ji said her compliments and gradually leaned forward. Whether intentionally or not, her bulging chest touched Yang Chaoxi's shoulder, and a strange feeling spread throughout his body like an electric current.
Yang Chaoxi immediately understood Hu Ji's intention and said in a deep voice: "An'an sifts the wine carefully, I don't have to do this."
"Young master, I can do all kinds of music, music, and dancing, and it only costs one tael of silver! If you are interested, my master is also good at those things..." Disappointment and unwillingness flashed in Hu Ji's eyes, and she continued to argue.
"Get out!" Yang Zhaoxi's face turned completely cold.
Hu Ji's body froze, and her face looked angry, but she did not dare to break out. She had no choice but to hold her lips, holding back her grievance, and gave Yang Chaoxi a quick blessing, then turned around and ran back to the back hall.
Yang Zhaoxi drank by himself. After finishing the bowl, he took the Ge towel, sifted the wine by himself, and then drank again. There were three drinkers sitting on a table not far away, with their "Lulu" wine beards spinning.
The sound came from far away, very noisy.
Taking advantage of the alcohol, Yang Zhaoxi grabbed her sword and walked up to the three drinkers: "I want the wine beard, and you can just drink in peace."
One of them glared angrily and was about to curse. Yang Chaoxi looked sternly and slapped his sword on the table of the three of them. The man quickly stopped and looked at the other two with an annoyed expression. However, they saw the two shaking their heads one after another, so he had to swallow his anger and watch helplessly.
Yang Zhaoxi took away the wine beard.
After getting the wine beard, Yang Zhaoxi was very happy, so he put the wine beard on the table, fiddled with it, and started spinning it.
If the wine bearded man pointed his arm away, he would just take a sip; if his arm pointed right at himself, he would drink up the bowl of wine... In this way, one person and one thing would have a great time.
The mood was high and the wine was in full swing, when a figure sat down opposite him at some unknown time. Yang Zhaoxi realized it later and raised his head, only to see a pair of huge bright eyes embedded in a silver plate-like face, and his heart was filled with excitement.
Rin: "It's you!"
This person was the bright-eyed woman who joined forces with him to save people on the night of Yingchuan's farewell. She had a high black bun, a straight nose, a hint of cinnabar between her eyebrows, a bright and charming smile, and she was also dressed as an Orchid.
Yang Chaoxi was shocked beyond measure: if she were covered with another layer of veil, she would be the Tianzhu dancer who danced gracefully in this wine shop that day!
The Tianzhu Dancer opened her slender lips slightly and smiled sweetly: "I heard from a lady in the wine shop that a drinker just didn't understand the style and drove her back. So, I'm here to trouble you, are you afraid?
?”
Yang Zhaoxi sneered: "Writing competition or martial arts competition? It's up to you to decide."
"Seeing that it's you, I changed my mind." Tianzhu Dancer said briskly, "Sister, I don't have a good drinker to serve, so let me accompany you! Don't worry! It's a free gift, and I won't count your money."
Yang Zhaoxi wanted to refuse, but with the wine in front of her and the beauty by her side, this once-in-a-lifetime experience would leave a deep feeling in her heart... So she said in a lazy voice: "Welcome! What do you call it?"
Tianzhu Dancer smiled brightly: "Just call me Xiaoman! However, the way you drink it is just like drinking from a cow, which is really rude! The wine syrup in our Heshang Winery is actually tasted with the 'Heshang Cup'."
After Xiaoman finished speaking, he pointed with both hands, and two glass cups fired into the shape of cranes appeared out of thin air in his palms. The crane cups were exquisitely carved, colorful and translucent. Judging from the workmanship and appearance alone, they were incredible.
The extra wine vessels must be worth a lot of money.
Although he had drank a lot of wine, Yang Zhaoxi was only half drunk at the moment. Looking at the Tianzhu Dancer's beautiful eyes and shocking face, he came just to drink for himself... It was like a dream,
Wake up if you don't want to.
Yang Zhaoxi calmed down, then had a strange thought, and a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth: "Little barbarian girl, we Chinese people in China must behave in a polite manner when drinking. This wine has a boring beard, so it's better to return it to its original owner!"
After saying that, he made a backhand move and put his chopsticks on the bottom of the wine beard. Then he lifted it lightly, and the wine beard seemed to come to life, drawing an arc in the air... with a "dong" sound, it hit the three wine beards just now.
On the guest's desk, a small figure swayed from side to side, seeming to stir up the stagnant emotions of the three of them.
Xiaoman's smile burst out and he was ashamed: "Okay! Although Xiaoman is a foreign girl, she is also proficient in poetry, so she first said, "Three cups of vomiting Nuo, the five mountains are light", and asked the young master to drink it.
Three cups!”
Yang Chaoxi raised his eyebrows, quite surprised. Not only did this Tianzhu woman speak Chinese fluently, but she also had a good knowledge of Chinese poetry. And when she used it in the drinking ceremony, it didn't feel abrupt or artificial at all, and she felt a little less contemptuous. So.
Smiling, he drank three glasses of wine and drank them one by one.
Yang Zhaoxi put down the Heshang cup, wiped the wine stains from the corner of her mouth, and said with a smile: "It's my turn. 'Two people drink together, one cup after another.' Please drink at least three cups."
Xiao Man pursed his lips and pretended to be angry. The smile at the corners of his eyes was stronger than wine. He drank three glasses of wine and gently put them into his lips. Then he smiled slyly and said: "Humph! This time you are in trouble, cooking sheep."
If you want to slaughter a cow for fun, you will have to drink three hundred cups at a time. Please drink to your heart's content, sir!"
Yang Zhaoxi's hand trembled, and the Heshang Cup overturned on the case. She looked at Xiaoman in disbelief: "Miss Xiaoman, you... can't you be serious?"
"Young Master is so arrogant and passionate, how can he go back on his word after just a few glasses of wine?" Xiaoman teased.
Yang Zhaoxi smiled bitterly in her heart: Just...how many drinks? Three hundred glasses of wine, which is almost four buckets in total. Even if you bring a cow over, you may not be able to drink it! Yang Zhaoxi even doubted for a time that this little barbarian could not be
Bartender?
However, once the drinking order started, it was really hard to go back on it. Yang Zhaoxi took out two more silver collars: "Brother, bring the wine!"
Another waiter from the wine shop ran over in response, with a rag on his shoulder and a respectful expression: "Sir, how many more bowls of wine will you sift through?"
Yang Chaoxi glanced sideways: "Four more buckets of crane wine." After hearing this, the waiter was stunned and forgot to reply.
Xiaoman also turned his head and smiled and said: "Cut another plate of roasted mutton and a plate of cooked beef to go with the wine. It will be charged to my account! It's rare for the young master to be in a good mood. I won't come home unless I'm drunk today."
Yang Chaoxi knocked on the table and said with a faint smile: "Write down the three hundred cups first and return them to you later. I also have one, 'One drink will dispel a thousand worries, three cups will make the world empty'. Little Man Girl, will
Come in and drink, don’t stop drinking!”
Xiao Man smiled and said nothing, and drank three glasses of wine as he was told. His cheeks turned red. Suddenly he said casually: "Did you catch up with the woman that the young master wanted to save that day?"
Yang Chaoxi ate the cooked beef that had just been brought to her, raised her head and replied: "No risk, no danger. Looking back now, if I were to fight against the 'Two Heroes of Bazhou' alone, I would have little chance of winning. I would also like to thank Miss Xiaoman for her generous help!
"
"Let's join forces to help each other! I wasn't sure about it at first. There's no need to thank you, it's all in the wine." Xiaoman turned over his hands and conjured up two crane glasses, filled them with wine, and drank with him.
Yang Chaoxi was getting more and more drunk, and she finally couldn't hide her curiosity: "Miss Xiaoman, I wonder why you can go back after catching Na Yuan Ji?"
The light in Xiaoman's eyes flashed away, but the girl's frankness was still on her face: "Huh! That Young Master Yuan was always in trouble and finally gave up. He lied to an elder sister and said that he would take her as his concubine. The elder sister believed it and later she became pregnant.
He gave birth to the child. When he went to look for him again, he and his servants beat him out with sticks.
A few days later, the sister mysteriously drowned herself in the river, killing two people. I suspected that he had pushed her into the river, so I caught him and brought him back for questioning. This person, who was no better than a pig or a dog, was so unafraid that he readily admitted it.
so……"
"You killed him?" Yang Chaoxi asked tentatively.
"No... I tied him up and threw him in front of the government office of Henan Prefecture. Uh... I also attached a lawsuit and inserted a wooden sign saying 'If you betray your heart, you will pay for your life with your life'!" Xiaoman straightened his neck slightly, as if
Did something amazing.
Yang Zhaoxi sighed: "What happened next?"
Xiaoman tilted his head in confusion and blinked his bright eyes: "There is no future... They say that the laws of the Sheng Dynasty were strict and the officials loved the people as sons. That Young Master Yuan should have been in jail..."
Yang Chaoxi put her hand on her forehead, as if she was drunk, and lamented in her heart: Sure enough, foreign women have a straight-minded nature, and they don't understand the roundabout ways of Chinese people, let alone the word "officials protect each other."
That dandy and prodigal Yuan Jineng must have returned to his mansion intact at this moment. Perhaps he brought a group of young men in fine clothes to bully men and women in other restaurants and indulge in sexual indulgences.
While they were talking, the waiters in the wine shop had already carried four buckets of crane wine and came to the table: "Sir, have these wines... been sifted now?"
"Sifted them all. Get a few jars, sift them and put them into the jars." Yang Chaoxi nodded matter-of-factly.
Xiaoman couldn't help showing an expression of surprise and disdain: At this time, you have to slap your face to make yourself fat! It seems that people from the Middle Earth really have a good reputation. They would rather be dignified in front of others than bow their heads and submit to submission.
The four buckets of wine were quickly sifted and filled with six celadon altars with even glaze color.
Yang Zhaoxi stopped talking nonsense, held up a jar, and put it to his mouth. The reddish wine poured out from the mouth of the jar like a thin stream and poured into his mouth. As his throat rolled, he was like a whale sucking water.
Not a drop of the wine was spilled, and it was all in the lower abdomen.
After finishing one jar, Yang Zhaoxi picked up the next jar before stopping for a moment and drank it down...
At the same time, the innate and acquired Qi dormant in the three Dantians seemed to be awakened. They shook their bodies and quickly began to flow, impacting the Zhoutian acupoints. As the two Qi surged, the light purple Qi penetrated into the internal organs and drank.
The wine pulp below turns into water vapor, which is rolled up by the two qi filling the body and overflows out of the pores.
Yang Chaoxi drank as much as he could. Although his sandalwood mouth was not big, it was like a bottomless pit. In a short time, he drank all the six jars of Heshang wine!
Hot sweat breaks out from the body, steaming from all sides, exuding a mellow aroma. The water mist with the aroma of wine lingers around Yang Chaoxi, like a fairy in wine!
Xiaoman's slender lips were slightly opened, revealing his teeth, and his eyes were filled with brilliant colors:
Is this the Chinese method of "transportation around the sky"? Or, there is a more appropriate name, called "Qigong"!