Chun Feng Du Jian

Fan Yang was so shocked that he forgot to wipe his tears, and stared dumbfounded at the two people who were hugging each other not far away, wondering that he was dazed by the sun, and that he could see their young master's heart move in his lifetime—that "disaster" was still a man!

Back then, the pair of bracelets were indeed for marrying a daughter-in-law!

After all, it was in broad daylight, Wen Heng and Xue Qinglan didn't hold each other for long, and soon separated.Except for the slight redness in his eyes, Wen Heng's face could no longer be seen crying, and he regained his usual composure.Xue Qinglan carefully asked in a low voice: "Is it better? Do you still want to go in and take a look?" Wen Heng shook his head and said "no need", took a deep look at the old house and the old house for the last time, took his hand, turned and walked out go.

Fan Yang was still in a daze, and when the two walked away, he realized that he had been left behind, and hurriedly shouted, "Wait".When Xue Qinglan turned her head, seeing him rushing up, she was both amused and embarrassed.He had just hugged Wen Heng, and the pity in his heart hadn't dissipated, so his tone was extra gentle: "I left too hastily just now, I'm sorry."

Fan Yang hadn't recovered from the previous scene, and didn't know what attitude to use to face this male "Elder Concubine", so he had to laugh dryly twice, and said without embarrassment: "It's okay, it's okay."

Wen Heng glanced at him, didn't say much, and asked Xue Qinglan: "It's so easy to come to the capital, what else do you want to go to? I won't be free tomorrow."

Xue Qinglan originally wanted to talk about going back to the inn, but then thought about Wen Heng's revisiting his old place. Although he looked calm at the moment, he was afraid that his heart was still full of depression, so he said: "After walking for a long time under the sun, why don't you find a place with a good view to rest your feet?" , have a sip of tea to get rid of the heat, so as not to get sunburned."

Wen Heng used to think that he was too pure in mind and wanted nothing at a young age. I'm afraid he was restricted by Xue Ci's nature. He didn't expect Xue Qinglan to join the Hanging Star Sect when he grew up. After meeting each other twice, apart from learning how to drink, I didn't see where he went in a wild way.

After all, he is still young and inexperienced, and he is still restrained in front of him.

Wen Heng thought for a while, then asked Fan Yang, "I remember that there is a golden goblet building next to Fangri Pool. If it is still open, let's go and have a seat."

Fan Yang said with a smile: "I heard someone mention it when I was in the capital last year. Unfortunately, I left in a hurry that day and didn't have time to have a drink. Since the young master has a taste for elegance, I can't help but join in the fun."

The three of them walked six or seven li to the east of the imperial city, but when they heard the song blowing faintly, a gust of smoked wind and cool water vapor rushed towards their faces. There are clusters of green leaves, and the fragrance of ten miles of red.A long bridge lies on the waves, like a white dragon hanging on the ridge, connecting the two banks. Three sandbars stand side by side in the lake, and pavilions and pavilions are hidden in the green shade of willows.Although the scenery is not as exquisite as that in the south, it is also moving and worthy of appreciation.

In summer, there are many tourists by the pool, most of them come to enjoy the cool air.The three of them passed the pontoon bridge to the sandbar, and saw a lake stone standing at the head of the bridge, with the four characters "Yingzhou Wonderland" written on it, Xue Qinglan wondered: "What is this saying?"

Wen Heng explained: "It is said that there are five fairy mountains in the East China Sea, two of which have drifted without a trace, but Yu Penglai, Yingzhou, and Fangzhang are the homes of immortals. Longevity', the golden goblet wine glass building was built here, and it is also for this purpose."

Splitting flowers and blowing willows, passing through the winding path, I saw a red building rising from the ground. On the door plaque was written "Golden Cup Wine Cup Building", the brushwork was sparse and horizontal, and the drunkenness almost burst out of the paper.

This building is in the shape of a Chinese character, with three floors, surrounded by the lobby.On the high platform surrounded by flowing water, there was a group of musicians playing piano and singing there. In front of the platform was a half-foot-deep pool filled with fine wine, and there were many shiny silver pieces under it. And rise up, pointing to the zenith.The tree is about three feet high, with jasper as leaves and gold as birds. There are more than a hundred silver flowers cast on the branches, and each flower contains a pot of wine, which shines brightly in the sunlight and is full of brilliance. Splendid and extravagant.

The three of them sat down in the private seat by the window on the second floor. The waiter came up to take orders, but he didn't give the name of the wine, nor did he have a water plate, he just spread his hands and asked for money.Fan Yang gave him ten taels of silver and said, "A box of dry and fresh food, four snacks, a pot of clear tea, and three more brands." Seeing his proficiency and knowing that he was a regular customer, the clerk responded with a smile on his face.

Not long after the dishes were ready, the waiter brought a small tray to the table and said, "Please select the wine."

Wen Heng sat next to Xue Qinglan and explained: "The flower tree downstairs in their house contains a kind of wine in each flower, and whichever kind of wine the guests want to drink, they have to throw the silver butterfly on the plate properly. Get into the flowers, and if you hit, you'll be served wine."

Xue Qinglan asked: "Then what if you miss?"

The clerk smiled and said, "If the throw misses and falls into the pond, we will also serve you the first-class wine. If it falls elsewhere, you will have to drink green tea."

The so-called "Silver Butterfly" is carved out of light and fluffy silver pieces. It is small and exquisite, and it takes a little skill to flick it into the flower with a large mouth of the cup.A butterfly costs two taels of silver, but since this store is here, people who are willing to spend money naturally come to join in the fun, and the store can only make a steady profit based on the name of the wine in its glass.

Xue Qinglan first saw the elegant decoration of this restaurant, and thought it was a place where literati gathered, but he didn't expect it to be a real chapter in the discussion of kung fu. He was not afraid of this, nodded and smiled: "It's interesting."

The guy stood by and said, "Please, sir."

Fan Yang asked Wen Heng first, Xue Qinglan pressed his hand quickly, and reminded: "Brother Heng, the injury on your arm is still not healed, so it's not suitable to drink for the time being."

Wen Heng naturally refused to ignore his kindness, raised his eyebrows and said to Fan Yang: "See? I have to follow the doctor's order, you two drink it yourself."

Not only did Fan Yang see it, he was almost blind, so he quickly picked up a piece of silver butterfly and stood in front of the railing. ", sure enough.The guy immediately reported loudly: "A pot of 'Jade Tuanchun' for 20 years!"

This was considered rare, and the other guests in the same building looked at their table one after another when they saw this scene.Xue Qinglan also took a piece, and when he looked around, he saw the name of the wine carved in small characters on the bottom of the flower. He didn't know much about it, so he turned around and asked Wen Heng: "Is 'Lotus stamen' good?"

Wen Heng nodded in agreement and said, "That's right, it fits the occasion."

The branch where the "lotus stamen" is located is on their floor, and only the bottom bracket and half of the cup mouth can be seen. The piece flew away through the air, hit the branch that was crossing the top of the wine glass, bounced back with a "ding", and just fell into the glass.The man said loudly again: "A pot of Jade Winery's famous brew 'Lotus stamen'!"

Yujiufang is a well-known big winery. A jar of wine is priced at a hundred gold, and there are still countless people flocking to it. Xue Qinglan gave them back their money in one fell swoop.The spectators all applauded and booed, "One more", Wen Heng said: "I don't drink, and you have another one to play with."

Xue Qinglan looked up and looked carefully, but shook his head and said: "Standing here, the highest can only be thrown to the third floor. I can't reach the one on the top. Brother Heng will come."

As the silver tree goes up, there are fewer and fewer wine glasses. There is only one wine glass at the top, and its rim cannot be seen from the third floor. To throw the silver butterfly into it, you must have extremely high martial arts and precise aim.Since the opening of the Jincheng Yucup Building, only a dozen or so people have been able to get the first glass of wine. It is not an exaggeration to say that it is one in a million.

Wen Heng got up and came over, stood beside him, raised his eyes and glanced up, but didn't think there was any difficulty, and asked in a low voice: "Do you want the head cup? If you want it, I'll throw it down for you."

Xue Qinglan smiled, and replied in a low voice: "I don't want that. I will do bad things tomorrow. I advise you to keep a low profile so as not to cause side effects."

Wen Heng casually picked up the last silver butterfly on the plate, and said: "You said this, so I just throw it away?"

Xue Qinglan nodded with a smile, all eyes were on Wen Heng's hand, but they saw him throw the silver butterfly into the air, although it was thrown very high, it only reached the second floor of the silver tree.The spectators knew that there was no hope of getting the first glass, and they might not even be able to get the other wine glasses, so they couldn't help but let out a long sigh of disappointment.

The silver butterfly bumped into a branch on the second floor, and was slowly falling. Wen Heng raised his hand and flicked the butterfly's wing, and the silver butterfly seemed to be blown by the wind under its wings. Like a real butterfly, it can fly up to the first layer of branches.The onlookers were already stunned, Wen Heng flicked his fingers again, and flicked the butterfly away again. This time, the angle was corrected, and the silver butterfly flew up to the silver flower on the top—it was resting on the edge of the cup. But it didn't fall into the cup.

Everyone else's heart was in their throats, and they were waiting for Wen Heng to make a final blow to take the cup into their pockets.Wen Heng suddenly turned his head to look at Xue Qinglan, and Shi Shiran raised his hand under everyone's attention, only to hear a soft "flutter", a thin air flow flew through the air, and bounced the silver butterfly away from the cup , whirling and falling down.

At this moment, the daylight was slanting to the west, and the sunlight came in from the upstairs window, reflecting the silver butterfly's wings, like a ball of bright flowing fire, swaying and falling from the Nine Heavens Milky Way.Xue Qinglan was bewitched by something, and stretched out her hand in a daze, as if she wanted to take the starlight into her hand, but it was such a coincidence that the silver butterfly was heading in his direction, and it couldn't be more accurate, falling into it exactly. into his open palm.

In the golden goblet building, there was complete silence.

Even the guy who has been working for more than ten years has never seen such a scene, and stayed away with the guests.Wen Heng laughed, raised his hand and closed Xue Qinglan's palm, wrapped the silver butterfly completely, and said softly: "It hit."

Xue Qinglan called him back to his senses, and asked doubtfully, "What happened?"

Wen Heng smiled but didn't answer.

Those who were far away couldn't hear what they were saying, but Fan Yang who was close could understand. In an instant, it was like a dozen thunderbolts chasing him in turn, each of them came with "hit" and "hit" " echo.

According to the rules of the Golden Goblet House, which glass of wine the silver butterfly lands on represents the kind of wine the guest wants to drink.

And the silver butterfly thrown by Wen Heng fell into Xue Qinglan's hands.

The author has something to say: I only wrote three chapters this week, and this chapter commented on sending red envelopes to make amends.

It's been two weeks, and I'm still testing the edge of the emotional drama, the plot has made no progress, and I've spread it into a piece of Indian flying cake and let it be whipped...