Yinhou of the Three Kingdoms

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"Very good! It still smells like that fragrance, Xiao Er, you have a heart, go and do your work!"

The waiter saluted Ning Rong, his eyes showed a bit of pity, such a good-looking person, why did he have such a hoarse voice.

Ugh!

"Come on, try this mutton steamed bun, this is a new way of eating invented by that Ninghou!"

Ning Rong's smile was very warm, and the guests next to him smiled politely at him, and did not blame him for eating with the servant.These years, the country is in turmoil, and all kinds of strange people and strange things have emerged one after another, and they have long been familiar with it.

9 Chapter Seventy: A Coincidence in Planning

"Step aside!"

Not long after, a rude shout came into the room, Ning Rong and Zhou Cang raised their heads and looked at each other almost at the same time, and then looked at the door.

"Boom..."

A figure stumbled and bumped into the Eight Immortals table, the huge impact made his back ache a little, a painful look flashed across his face, and the next moment he apologized with a low-browed smile.

"Third Young Master, forgive me! Third Young Master, forgive me. The little one has eyes but no eyes and no eyes and sees you and ran into you... The young one deserves to be beaten..."

Crisp applause resounded throughout the room, and the diners in the room looked at each other, all muttering in low voices, who is this young man in splendid attire?

It was only then that Ning Rong saw clearly that the one who was knocked into the door was the waiter from the shop just now. At this moment, he was covered in a mess, with a flattering smile on his face all the time, and the corners of his mouth twitched slightly from time to time, showing a look of pain.

"Humph!"

The young man in brocade snorted coldly, and the guard behind him held his saber and glared, as if as long as the man gave an order, he would decapitate the waiter in an instant.

"Young master, it's him!"

Zhou Cang thought that Ning Rong didn't recognize anyone, so he reminded him in a low voice.

Ning Rong remained silent, got up and walked over without responding.

"Snapped!"

He reached out and grabbed Xiaoer's hand to stop him from beating himself.

"You have to be forgiving and forgiving, why are you so aggressive!"

Ning Rong was talking, and his gaze was slowly placed on Yuan Shang's face.

Anger flashed across his face, his eyes stared at Ning Rong sternly, and the killing intent emerged uncontrollably.

"Keng!"

The guards behind him are all veterans of many battles, Ning Rong can tell that these people are people who are used to life and death, it seems that Yuan Shao still values ​​his good-for-nothing son very much.

"Who dares to be presumptuous!" Zhou Cang walked over after him, looking at the guards coldly. As soon as his eyes touched, the guards froze immediately, sweating profusely all over their bodies. The existence stared at him, his expression was like a little rabbit in the forest saw a tiger, his limbs trembled in fright.

Soft, want to run but dare not run.

Yuan Shang is also a person who has been on the battlefield. The strong man in front of him is obviously the aura condensed from the mountain of corpses and the river of blood. This kind of person is the existence above Zhonglang in his father's army, and it is not because he is behind him. These guards can contend.

"After collecting the weapons, don't make a fuss. I just want to have a glass of wine."

Yuan Shang waved his hands behind him, those guards put away their long swords, but looked at Ning Rong and Ning Rong coldly, with a look of wariness on their faces.

"Ah Cang, don't disturb the store's business!"

Ning Rong also patted Zhou Cang with a smile on his face, signaling that the other party should put away his evil spirit and stop being so tense.

"Cough! Young master, since you are here to drink, why don't you come and taste my plum blossom drunk, and thank you for your mercy on behalf of this little second brother!"

Ning Rong extended an invitation to Yuan Shang, with a smile on his face, very sincere.

"Do you know him?" Yuan Shang, as Yuan Shao's third son, could line up people who fawned on him from the Chu Palace to the East City Gate, but he didn't see the flattery on the other party's face, it was just a simple smile, It makes people feel very comfortable, but...it is this hoarse voice and this appearance that make people feel uncomfortable.

A feeling of recklessness.

"I don't know, today is the first time we meet!" Ning Rong smiled seriously, and patted the shoulder of the waiter in the shop, indicating that the other party can leave.

"Ok!"

The shop boy nodded his head in a strange way, and agreed with Ning Rong's words, which was regarded as an affirmation of Ning Rong's words.

"you know me?"

Yuan Shang nodded secretly, and it could be seen that the other party was just a nosy guy, with a picky voice, he continued to ask.

"Uh... I don't know!"

Ning Rong smiled wryly at the guy who didn't play cards according to common sense.

"Let's go! I've heard that Plum Blossom Drunken is a treasure of Marquis Ning, but I have never drank it. It seems that this small shop is not simple!"

Yuan Shang didn't know what he thought of, turned around and walked inside, only then did he notice the direction Ning Rong was coming from.

Yuan Shang's guards didn't need to order, they stood outside the door and waited on their own initiative, their familiarity clearly confirmed Zhou Cang's words.

Ning Rong nodded to Zhou Cang, and the two walked towards the table slowly, looking at the calm and composed Yuan Shang, Ning Rong secretly praised that he is indeed Yuan Shao's favorite good son, just this skin is really a bit of a nobleman style.

But all those who are in positions of power are people with extraordinary temperament. These people have developed their own unique temperament according to their own characters and habits, such as being arrogant, or as deep as the sea, or being generous and kind, or murderous and awe-inspiring. foot.

On the one hand, temperament is a person's sense of superiority, just like the third son Yuan in front of him, who is born extraordinary and attracts everyone's attention.On the other hand, in order to shock people's hearts, he gathered his subordinates, just like Cao Cao's arrogance, which made many generals willing to follow.

However, this third son of Yuan, Ning Rong is the first time to seriously look at the other party, that kind of arrogance of wealth is born with him, but... there is a trace of decadence on his face, his eyes are dim, and he has no energy , it is obvious that this noble young master is having a bad life.

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Ning Rong breathed a sigh of relief, so that she was relieved.

"Come on! This is the treasure of this small shop, you can have a cup."

A hoarse voice sounded, Ning Rong pretended not to know each other, poured a glass for himself and Zhou Cang, and then poured a glass for Yuan Shang.

"...good wine!"

Yuan Shang rolled his eyes, Ning Rong and Zhou Cang drank the wine in one gulp, the faint fragrance of plum blossom spread in his mouth, and the elegant taste of the old snow slid down his throat, that feeling was really wonderful.

"Good wine! Good wine..." Yuan Shang directly picked up the jug and poured wine for himself, drank three glasses in a row, but was stopped by Ning Rong.

"Although the wine is good, it also hurts the body. This plum blossom drunk is made from the melting snow on the plum blossom and pine branches last year, and after a year of fermentation, it is too cold inside, so it is not suitable to drink too much!"

Ning Rong pretended not to see Yuan Shang's unhappy expression.