Who says sleep is not spiritual practice?

"It's so strong!"

"This is the first time for me to drink such a good wine in this life. A bowl is estimated to cost several hundred taels of silver, right?"

"I heard that the Zhuangxing wine this time was prepared by the second wife, and it is 50-year-old Xinfeng wine."

"50-year-old Xinfeng wine? Who are you bluffing! Bullying me who doesn't understand wine, right?"

"I'm pretty sure it's not a 50 year old!"

"I agree, no one knows wine better than my old Pan!"

……

on the high platform.

After Jiang Jing finished drinking, her face was even more confused.

She tasted it, and the wine was indeed Xinfeng wine, but it was obviously not from the 50th year.

At least……

It's 80 years old!

She looked at King Rejecting the North.

Could it be that the prince quietly increased the money to improve the quality of Zhuangxing wine?

However, King Jubei also looked puzzled, and looked at Shen Qianjin:

"Mr. Shen, is this king's bowl of wine different from other people's?"

Shen Qianjin bowed his head and said:

"Reporting to my lord, the Zhuangxing wine this time is all 100-year-old Xinfeng wine. You are the same as all soldiers, regardless of high or low!"

The second wife, Jiang Jing, couldn't help asking:

"But I obviously ordered the 50-year-old Xinfeng wine?"

For the same wine, the value of 100-year-old wine is dozens of times higher than that of 50-year-old wine!

How could she be willing to spend so much money!

Unexpectedly, Shen Qianjin boldly said loudly:

"Reporting to the lord and madam, this time the Zhuangxing wine is prepared by the fourth son for the soldiers!"

"The fourth son said that it is not easy for soldiers to go through life and death. Maybe this time going north will be the last battle, so let them drink the best wine!"

"The soldiers in the north also deserve the best wine!"

As soon as this remark came out, everyone's expressions froze, and they turned their eyes to the young man in white robe who was holding a bowl of wine outside the carriage and refused to drink it.

"..."

Outside the carriage, Jiang Qingyu saw so many people looking at her, she wanted to cry in her heart:

"Who is it?"

"I actually prepared such strong wine!"

"I don't know if my son likes something lighter!"

Chapter 81 It's All My Family

Being stared at by so many people, Jiang Qingyu knew that she couldn't avoid it, so she could only bite the bullet and pour down the bowl of strong wine in her stomach.

"Gollum—"

In an instant, he felt as if a fire was burning in his throat and abdomen, but it was not very painful, but his whole body was hot, so hot that he wanted to take off his robe.

"turn out to be……"

"Is it to keep out the cold?"

Jiang Qingyu seemed to understand another effect of Zhuangxing wine.

Later, he imitated the posture of others and threw the bowl to the ground forcefully.

boom!

Seeing this scene, everyone began to whisper:

"The fat man said that Zhuangxing wine was prepared by the fourth son? 100-year-old Xinfeng wine?"

"What a joke!"

"A bowl of 100-year-old Xinfeng wine costs thousands of taels of silver. There are thousands of bowls of wine consumed today, worth millions of taels of silver. How can the fourth son get it?"

"Actually...it's not that expensive."

One of the crowd took out the abacus that the old man carried with him:

"The price of wine in Qifengju has always been high, and there are not many hundred-year-old Xinfeng wines in stock. In addition, some people continue to boast that rare goods are available, so the price remains high. But now thousands of bowls are taken out at one time, which is enough It proves that Qifengju has a large inventory, and this wine is not worth a thousand taels of silver."

"In my opinion, at least [-]% off the price!"

"Besides, the owner of Qifengju is a smart man. If he sells it to the army to make Zhuangxing wine, the price must be calculated according to the cost price, and it should be deducted by another [-]%!"

"Based on this, 50 taels of silver is more than enough for such a feast of wine."

Someone praised:

"The old gentleman knows the way inside!"

"But 50 taels of silver is not a small amount of money. It is enough for ordinary people to stay in the fourth floor of the general's drunkenness for a whole year. The palace's salary is not much. How can the Fourth Young Master get it?"

"Could it be that the prince is helping again?"

"Eighty percent... right?"

……

Most people thought that this scene was the King of Rejecting the North trying to build momentum for Jiang Qingyu.

Even in the Qingjian Battalion, there was a lieutenant general in the Fate Star Realm who couldn't help complaining to Jiang Qingjian:

"My lord, the prince is too partial!"

"Knowing that the Second Madam has already announced that they will prepare wine for the soldiers, but still come out like this, isn't this clearly bullying us!"

However, Jiang Qingjian was calm and composed, still patiently studying the map in his hand.

"This matter was not arranged by my father, it was probably done by my fourth brother himself."

He glanced at the carriage where Jiang Qingyu was, and said with emotion:

"The young man has been hiding his clumsiness for more than ten years, and now he finally can't help but want to show off in front of everyone?"

"Pity……"

"This little trick has nothing to do with the outcome."

The deputy general couldn't believe it:

"My lord, you mean that idiot... Fourth Young Master went to Qifengju to buy wine by himself? But where did he get so much money?"

Jiang Qingjian didn't answer, but pointed to a point on the map and asked:

"Brother Jiang Xun, if I remember correctly, the batch of warming supplies that grandfather prepared in advance was hidden here, right?"

The deputy general nodded and said:

"Yes, son."

Jiang Qingjian smiled without saying a word.

The Winter Hunting Competition lasts for a month, and it is not just because of passion or a little calculation that one can stand out from the crowd.

Especially in such severe cold weather, if there is not enough material reserves, an army will lose more than half of its combat effectiveness if it can't last ten days!

If you choose to use war to support war, you have to slaughter the Di tribe, but many tribes in Beidi got the news of winter hunting more than a month ago, so how could they be unprepared?

So, fourth brother, your money was not spent wisely!

……

Unlike Jiang Qingjian who took it calmly, Jiang Qingzhu, the third lady of the palace, was holding on to the reins tightly at this time, with a look of unwillingness on her face:

"If I were a man..."

The next moment, she sighed again and swallowed the remaining half of the sentence.

It seems that he has accepted his fate.

On the side, "Black Fox" Liang Mo narrowed his eyes slightly, and said in relief:

"Miss, don't worry, as long as you follow Liang's plan, we still have a chance of winning!"

"hope so."

Jiang Qingzhu's tone was not very confident.

……

The other side.

When Jiang Qingmeng heard Shen Qianjin's name-calling words, she almost couldn't help cheering.

"General Yu, it seems that the father is still very supportive of the fourth brother!"

Yu An next to him frowned, and glanced at the carriage where Jiang Qingyu was.

This is not like rejecting the handwriting of the King of the North!

but……

It doesn't look like the fourth son's handwriting, does it?

The way he cried poor in the Ziyan courtyard that day did not seem to be a fake!

It's just weird.

……

In the school grounds, the princes and ladies of the prince's mansion had their own concerns, only the fifth lady, Jiang Qingyin, seemed very different,

She was holding the bowl of strong wine that choked her nose, and bravely took a small sip.

However, even such a small sip made her cough continuously, her pretty face flushed slightly.

"Ahem, is this broken wine worth thousands of taels of silver?"

"Qifengju is running a black shop!"

"I won't even drink this wine if I pay Miss Ben a thousand taels of silver!"

On the side, a female lieutenant reminded in a low voice:

"Miss, you have to drink Zhuang Xing wine, if you can't, just put on a show, while everyone is looking at the fourth son, hurry up and throw the bowl!"

"..."

Jiang Qingyin blinked:

"That's okay too?"

So she put the bowl to her mouth, closed her red lips at the same time, raised her head slightly, and let the strong wine flow down her chin to the skirt of her clothes. After pouring out half of the bowl, she threw the rest of the wine together with the pottery bowl on the ground.

boom!

"How about it, is my lady good at acting?"

Jiang Qingyin looked at the female lieutenant general, seeking compliments.

But seeing the other party staring at his chest, he was amazed.

She looked down and found that the front of her chest was already wet with wine, and it was clinging to her skin.

Such as a map of Pingchuan.

……

at the same time.