The Invincible Sixth Prince

Ganci City.

Puwang has been in a bad mood these days.

Zeng Guang from Jiaolu has been very arrogant recently.

Do you dare to ask them for Jiao Lu’s rebels?

He hadn’t even seen the shadow of the rebels, so how could he hand them over?

Not to mention that there are no rebels, even if there are, he will not hand them over to Zeng Guang!

Who is Zeng Guang?

He was just a defeated general under his command!

Zeng Guang won a small victory over him because he had no intention of fighting.

Otherwise, he would definitely defeat Zeng Guang again!

What? Zeng Guang thinks he's so great just because he won a small victory over me?

snort!

I don’t know the heights of the sky!

If Xiqu had not been facing the threat from Daqian, and Qinpu had not issued repeated strict orders to all tribes not to start a war without authorization, he would have led his troops to capture Xiping and chopped off Zeng Guang's head long ago!

Damn Zeng Guang!

Puwang was in a very bad mood and grabbed the wine bag and poured a mouthful of wine into his mouth.

After taking a sip of wine, Puwang's mood finally improved a little.

But as he shook the somewhat empty wine bag, Puwang's mood became unhappy again.

After Qinpu took over, although he did not directly issue a ban on alcohol, he strictly ordered the tribes in Xiqu to cherish food and reduce the production of alcohol.

Many wineries in Xiqu have been closed down.

The supply of alcohol for these front-line generals was becoming less and less, and ordinary soldiers could hardly have a sip of alcohol all year round.

The wine that was delivered along with the supplies a few days ago had long been drunk by him.

The wine he drinks now is bought by sending people to a big city a hundred miles away.

You can't buy alcohol at all in the small places around here.

But there is very little wine available now, and the price is extremely high.

After finishing this little bit of wine, I don’t know if I can buy more wine.

The next supply will have to wait until June.

For nearly a month, he didn't know how he would have survived without alcohol.

Thinking about the days when he would soon have no wine to drink, Puwang became irritable again. He cursed Zeng Guang in his heart to vent his irritability.

Just as Puwang was cursing, a personal soldier's voice came from outside: "General, the enemy general Zeng Guang asked the people in the front camp to bring you a letter and a jar of wine!"

After hearing the previous words, Puwang directly greeted Zeng Guang's ancestors for eighteen generations.

But when he learned that Zeng Guang had actually sent him a jar of wine, Puwang's anger instantly disappeared.

"Send it in!"

Puwang's face darkened, and he felt confused and happy at the same time.

What does Zeng Guang mean by this?

Knowing that I had no wine to drink, you sent me wine?

What a filial son!

Soon, a personal soldier came in holding a jar of wine.

After putting down the jar of wine, the personal soldier hurriedly delivered a letter.

Puwang immediately took the letter and opened it.

They are asking for the rebel leader who fled to their side again!

Zeng Guang also said in the letter that the rebel leader was the person specifically requested by Emperor Daqian, and there was no point in Xiqu keeping this person.

If Xiqu angers Daqian because of this, it will not be good for Xiqu.

Finally, Zeng Guang bluntly said that he used courtesy before force.

After reading Zeng Guang's letter, Puwang couldn't help but sneer.

Oh, what a great Zeng Guang.

How dare a defeated general act so arrogantly in front of me?

Does he think he can make any waves with the few men he has?

Puwang just glanced at the letter sent by Zeng Guang, then threw it aside and his eyes fell on the jar of wine.

There is not much wine in this jar.

It should be about five or six kilograms.

"My son is still ignorant!"

Puwang said with a smile: "If you want to give him a gift, then send a few more jars. Why are you just sending this little bit of wine to show your filial piety to his father?"

Puwang muttered to himself and opened the jar of wine, thinking secretly in his heart.

Since Zeng Guang said this is fine wine, I guess it must be good, right?

Although this son is indeed not very filial, it is better than nothing!

As the jar of wine was opened, a strong aroma of wine wafted into the air.

Even Puwang's personal soldiers took a few deep breaths of air.

"Good wine!"

Even before he drank it, Puwang knew that this was definitely a real fine wine.

However, Puwang is not stupid.

Who knows whether the wine Zeng Guang sent was poisoned?

Even if he was a good drinker, he wouldn't be so foolish as to drink such wine that he didn't even know whether it was poisonous or not.

"Go, bring a slave!"

Puwang immediately ordered his personal soldiers.

Before drinking the wine, he had to let the slave taste it first.

He can only drink it after he makes sure that the wine is not poisonous.

Soon, the bodyguard brought a slave.

Puwang didn't bother to talk nonsense and directly poured half a bowl of wine and asked the slave to drink it.

The slave had no choice but to drink the wine.

"Cough cough..."

After drinking half a bowl of wine, the slave suddenly started coughing violently, with his mouth wide open, trying hard to breathe in fresh air.

poisonous?

Puwang's face changed and he immediately cursed Zeng Guang in his heart.

This damn bastard!

It turns out that he has no good intentions!

However, Zeng Guang soon discovered something was wrong.

The slave just coughed and felt uncomfortable, but he didn't vomit blood or say where it hurt.

This is a bit like the reaction to drinking strong liquor!

Could it be that this wine is very strong?

Puwang was puzzled and immediately asked the extremely uncomfortable slave with a dark face: "How about this wine?"

"It's really intense... Hachi... Hachi..."

The slave answered while huffing continuously. There was no expression of enjoyment on his face as if he was in great pain.

烈？

Puwang was confused and curious.

How strong a liquor would it take to make this slave so uncomfortable?

However, although Puwang was curious, he did not drink the wine immediately.

After waiting quietly for about a quarter of an hour, Puwang saw that the slave gradually recovered and showed some signs of being drunk, so he poured out the little wine at the bottom of the bowl and drank it.

"Cough cough..."

After taking a sip of the wine, even Puwang, the old drunkard, was choked and coughed.

Puwang understood instantly!

Strong liquor!

This is definitely a very strong wine!

I choked and coughed after taking just a small sip, so it was no wonder that the slave was like that.

"Take it down!"

Puwang waved at his guards.

The personal guards received the order and immediately took the slave who was still suffering away.

Looking at the strong liquor in front of him, Puwang's throat kept churning.

What a wine!

This is definitely the best wine I have ever tasted in my life!

With such fine wine, no wonder Zeng Guang only sent a small jar!

Let’s not talk about whether Zeng Guang has a lot of this fine wine in his hands. Even if he does, he certainly wouldn’t be willing to give more away!

If he had such fine wine, he would definitely not give it away.

After taking a few deep breaths, Puwang felt a little better.

But just this small sip of wine made his stomach feel warm.

"Good son!"

Puwang showed a satisfied smile on his face and quickly sealed the jar of wine.

After thinking silently for a while, Puwang walked to the desk again and began to write a reply to Zeng Guang.

For the sake of this jar of fine wine, write a letter back to Zeng Guang!

Puwang once again made it clear in his mind that he had never taken in the Jiaolu rebels and had never even met them. He also tactfully warned Zeng Guang not to make trouble and that he was not afraid of him at all.

After finishing writing, Puwang picked up the letter and read it again.

After confirming that there was no major problem, Puwang called another personal soldier and ordered him to deliver the letter to the commander of the front camp, and ordered him to send someone to deliver the letter to Zeng Guang...