light wine brewed tea

The tea tasting conference was over, and the guests from all over the world packed their bags and left the city gate of Chuzhou one after another.

Small vendors in the streets and alleys have been busy for half a month. Taking advantage of the lack of people tonight, they closed their stalls early and went home to restock, and they will come back to make a living tomorrow.

Prophet Tao was standing at the door of a restaurant on Dongshi Street, pacing back and forth, when he heard someone calling him, he turned his head abruptly, and froze in place.

He invited Fu Jingxuan to drink tonight.

Second Master Fu came on time, and even brought an extra person with him.

At the wine table, Young Master Tao was a little cautious, and wanted to be so proud that he would not return after drinking two jars of spirits, so he glanced at the uninvited guest on the left, shyly withdrew his finger, and said to the second brother: "First Bring a jug of fruit wine and two side dishes."

The second brother yelled, handed over the teapot with both hands, reported the name of the dish, turned and ran away.

Prophet Tao did not expect that Fang Zesheng, who had lived in the inner house of the Fang family for a long time, would come tonight. He sat in front of the square table in the lobby of the restaurant and said restrainedly: "I made an appointment with Jing Xuan in a hurry, and I didn't make a private room. Please forgive me."

Fang Zesheng said: "It's okay, I heard that Young Master Tao is leaving tomorrow, and Fang will follow you to see you off."

Prophet Tao was flattered, and immediately picked up the teapot and poured him a bowl of thick tea, "I walked with Master Song in a hurry today, and I haven't had time to ask how the master is recovering?"

Fang Zesheng said: "There is no serious problem, Master Lao Tao is concerned."

"Where is it?" Prophet Tao greeted him politely, and while he was drinking tea with his eyes downcast, he quickly wiped the fine sweat from his forehead and looked at Fu Jingxuan.

Fu Jingxuan knew that he was a little jealous of Fang Zesheng, so he didn't sit aside and watch the play, but when the food and wine were served, he poured him a glass and chatted as usual.

Fang Zesheng didn't drink, and sat alone by himself in silence.

Prophet Tao took it for granted that when they met when they were young, Young Master Fang looked like this. He was deserted and alienated from everyone.

"The atmosphere in Yunhe Tower today is too weird. Fortunately, I have the foresight to ask you out in advance." Prophet Tao rushed two rounds, first accompanied his grandfather and Mr. Song to have a bite, and then found an excuse to slip out Being at the same table as Fu Jingxuan, even though he is also in business, he still doesn't like the intrigue at the dinner table, and it makes his stomach sick to digest after watching too much.

"Why?" Fu Jingxuan said: "Master Song is so interesting, shouldn't this situation be difficult to swallow?"

"It's okay if there is only Mr. Song. Today, there is another Chuzhou prefect, Mr. Feng. I heard that he was away on business, and today I came back to see Mr. Song off." Prophet Tao said disgustedly: "Have you not seen Wang Xiuhe's expression?" With a proud countenance, you can be regarded as seeing someone who supports her, and dare to be equal to your father and grandpa!"

The official business in this area of ​​Chuzhou can be firmly held by Wang Xiuhe, and Master Feng's help is indispensable.Although the local officials are in power, their monthly salaries are not much. In previous years, some oil and water were deducted. There is no place to send money or gifts.Some officials are really afraid and dare not accept them.Some officials changed the way, not so blatantly, and even secretly started business with merchants.

Master Feng was like this, every time Wang Xiuhe made a tea bill, he had to pass it through his hands, and let him get some money from it.

"Government and businessmen have always colluded. Which big family has not spent money to clear up the relationship? But no one like her directly split the Fang family in half, and turned the Fang family into a place where she and Feng Taishou made money." Prophet Tao was angry. After finishing speaking, it suddenly occurred to Fang Zesheng that he was still sitting on the table, so he secretly glanced at him, seeing that he didn't respond, so he murmured and changed to other topics.

Halfway through the banquet, the restaurant's guests changed.

Fang Zesheng quietly listened to their nonsense at the table, from serious things to non-serious ones, they were all flowers and plants, rare calligraphy and paintings.

Fu Erye was in a good mood today, his cheeks flushed as he drank cup after cup, half drunk but not drunk.

I thought I could take a break while Prophet Tao was leaving the table to go to the bathroom, but I didn't expect him to drink two more glasses by himself, until the jug was empty, and then he looked around blankly, shaking the jug and beckoning to find Xiaoer.

Fang Zesheng hesitated for a moment, raised his hand to block him, and put his hand back on the table, "Drink less."

Fu Jingxuan squinted at him, then put his chin up suddenly, leaned in front of him, and asked with a smile: "How much does the boss control me, he doesn't let me go to the wine bureau, and doesn't let me drink too much. Although he is my husband, he keeps saying You said you were going to divorce me, and you were thinking about it like a daughter, what did you think?"

Fang Zesheng's face became hot at what he said, and he wanted to hide away, but was locked in place by the sweet fruit wine aroma, unable to move.

He did hesitate.

When you don't see this person, don't panic.

After seeing this person, he was reluctant to let go.

People's hearts are difficult to control, Fang Zesheng knew that he should be decisive and give a response, but no matter what he couldn't stop his thoughts, he couldn't control his sincerity.

Just like the truth is on the surface, it is one thing to understand it, but it is another thing to follow it.

If he had no disabilities, he wouldn't have delayed this far, but now he can't delay any longer. To meet him again and be a husband and wife for a few days is a blessing from heaven. How could he ruin his life with a pair of useless legs? ?

Fang Zesheng closed his eyes, and was about to talk to Fu Jingxuan when he heard a loud bang from the adjacent table——

"I let you talk nonsense! Today I will beat you to death, you bastard!"

There was a panic in the hall, and many people heard the commotion and looked this way in unison. The drunk man overturned the wine table, held up a bench, and was about to smash a young man in green robe. Thin, with a green hair crown, "Why did I break my mouth! This is your wife's tryst with Wang Ping, who sells tofu on the West Street! I am kind to you, why can't you see clearly!?"

The drunk man's eyes were red, and he held up the bench and waved it left and right: "Fuck your mother! My wife is virtuous and virtuous! You spread rumors about buying a piece of tofu? How do you let her see people in the future!"

"You only think about how she sees people, why don't you think that you are being teased and put on a cuckold all day long! Hehehe——you are really badass!" In order to avoid the attack of the drunk, the green and oily boy walked back and forth around the tables Running around, the drunk man was so angry that his eyes were red, he didn't care about passers-by or not, and ruined a lot of tableware. He must have been drunk and was not lightly drunk. He closed his eyes, stood in a daze in the hall and turned around, and rushed over when he caught a glimpse of a bright color.

Fu Jingxuan couldn't wait for Fang Zesheng's response. When he heard the voice, he wanted to see the excitement, but before he turned his head, he felt his wrist tighten, his eyes darkened, and the next moment he fell into a warm embrace, and a stream of light medicine poured into his nostrils. fragrant.

Fang Zesheng grabbed his hand to protect him firmly under his body, with his back facing up, he hit the flat bench hard, and asked him, "Are you injured?"