Male supporting brother [Quick Transmigration]

Following the familiar aroma of wine, I heard the sound and finally came to a small market selling flowers in an alley. In the alley, besides the voice of people, there was also the sound of rushing water. When you step into the flower shop, you can see that the other side is the bay Sanzhang Kuanxu water alley.

Not far away, there is an elegant pavilion half-hanging on it, from which the fragrance of Huangduchun wine comes out.

The pavilion is surrounded by thick purple gauze curtains, although it can't block the smell of wine, it can block the sight, and only one person can be seen dimly inside.

Hearing the sound, he came here following the aroma of the wine, so there was no reason why he didn't go in when he got to the door.What's more, he knew that the people inside were waiting for him.

As early as the moment Wen Sheng appeared, Song Fuling in the pavilion noticed his movements.Looking at the slender figure gradually approaching outside the curtain, Song Fuling's heart gradually rose until it hung in her throat.

Will this person come in?Will you recognize him?Would you ask him for a drink?Song Fuling's mind was churning, one moment she wanted to fly out immediately, and the next moment she wanted to hide in the water alley behind her.

He stared at the movement of the gauze curtain, and the footsteps of the people outside the curtain seemed to be stepping on his heart.When a slender and powerful hand penetrated into it, he subconsciously closed his eyes.

He held his breath and concentrated, because he was afraid that the sound of his noisy breathing would be seen by others.

The next moment, a familiar yet unfamiliar voice sounded next to my ears: "I didn't mean to disturb the gentleman, Xie came here following the smell of wine."

What is familiar is the voice, what is unfamiliar is the address.The anger that had been pent up in Song Fuling's heart for a long time finally came out.

Sure enough, he found him, and he really didn't recognize himself.Song Fuling's chest was complicated and unbearable for a while, and she didn't know whether it was more fortunate or more disappointed.

After calming down for a moment, Song Fuling slowly opened her eyes, as if she just woke up from a doze.He looked at the uninvited guest who suddenly appeared in front of him, his heart still beating like thunder, but his face was extremely indifferent: "Your lord is asking Song for a drink?"

"Exactly. The scenery here is very beautiful, and it's perfect for drinking." Hearing the sound, he lifted up the gauze curtain on one side, and the bright red of the Bibo flower shop in the water alley instantly came into view.

A gust of cool wind swept in along the parted veil, and as soon as he finished speaking, there was a weak coughing sound behind him: "Ahem..."

Hearing the sound, he immediately put down and turned around: "I'm sorry, Xie didn't know that your husband is sick, so I offended you."

"Cough! It's okay." Song Fuling smiled reassuringly, "It's just an old illness, so don't be nervous." After saying that, he picked up the jug on the table and poured himself a glass.

Hearing the sound, his feet moved lightly, and in a blink of an eye, he pressed on Song Fuling's wine pot: "I see that your lungs are not enough, it's better to drink less wine."

Song Fuling stared at the hand on the pot for a moment, then smiled lightly and said, "My lord misunderstood, there is tea in the pot, not wine." He then pointed to the hanging pot that was warming on the fire beside him: "That's the real thing. Wine, would you like to taste it, sir?"

Hearing the sound, his eyes were slightly astringent, and he withdrew his hand: "I came here for it."

Song Fuling: "Song doesn't like being surrounded by servants, so I trouble you to drink it yourself."

Hearing the sound, he was not polite, and took the wine directly to drink.After warming, the aroma became stronger, and it took a long time to drink a glass of wine before opening my eyes: "Good wine."

"Everyone says that spring in the imperial capital should be sipped slowly, so that you can experience the hundreds of mellow aromas in it," Song Fuling unconsciously flipped Tang Pozi in his hand, "Actually, it's not true, the correct answer is to sip it carefully after drinking like Xie Langjun. It's a pity that not many people really know."

Wen Sheng was curious: "How do you know?"

Song Fuling pondered for a moment, then slowed down her voice: "My elder brother was very good at this when he was young, so I often listen to Song talking about it in his spare time."

"Oh." Wen Sheng just nodded slightly, without asking further questions.

In the pavilion, one person drank tea and the other drank wine, and occasionally commented on the famous brews in the city. They didn't talk much, but they were like old friends who hadn't seen each other for many years.

Seeing that the pot was half full, Song Fuling couldn't hold back: "It's rare to meet someone with similar tastes to my brother, so Song revealed a few restaurants that my brother often went to when he was young."

Hearing the sound, he became interested: "I can't ask for it."

Song Fuling's family counts: "The fairy mash from Yilelou on Nanzheng Street, the fine wine from Yuxianlou on Beizheng Street, Yuye from Wanglou in Qinghefang, Biguang from Shilou in Shapi Lane, and green wine from Dongshan Temple East Street. Qianrichun, the Faqing vat in the main store of Zhuzhaiyuanzi...

Each family has its own taste, and they are all famous in Kyoto. "

Hearing the sound, there seemed to be a smile in his eyes: "Seeing that you remember so clearly, don't you often follow him when you were young?"

"Haha..." Song Fuling laughed at herself and shook her head: "I always follow secretly, my family education is very strict, and you are not allowed to drink alcohol under the age of fifteen."

Hearing the sound, he glanced at the table: "Although you are already fifteen years old, but you are still sick, why don't you see your elder brother stopping you from drinking?"

When Song Fuling heard the words, the smile on his lips disappeared immediately, and he said after a long time: "My brother passed away in his early years, and I am the only one left in the family."

Hearing the sound seemed a little surprised, and a trace of astonishment flashed across the bottom of his eyes: "Offended."

"It's okay, left and right have nothing to do with you." Song Fuling went to get the wine with a smile, as if she didn't care, but before he touched it, the hanging pot on the table suddenly moved to the edge of the table.

Song Fuling was surprised: "What is Xie Langjun doing?"

Hearing a cold voice: "No."

"?" Song Fuling frowned: "Why?"

"If you don't allow it, you don't allow it. Where did it come from?" Wen Sheng said and opened the mouth of the pot, and poured the remaining half of the pot into his own mouth in a blink of an eye, and finally turned the mouth of the pot upside down for him to see.

Song Fuling was very angry, and became more and more angry: "I just broke my leg, not my mouth, and I had a good drink. Why don't you let me drink?"

Hearing the sound, he put down the hanging pot and said, "It's not that you don't drink, it's that you don't drink casually." After saying that, he immediately took the pen and paper from the table to write and draw.

"Don't ask yourself, do you know that you are so rude?" Song Fuling said.

Hearing the sound, he didn't answer the words, but just immersed himself in writing.After a while, he stopped writing and blew lightly, and then turned to Song Fuling after the ink was completely dry.

Song Fuling didn't want to read it at first, but her eyes were glued to it because of the good handwriting.Hearing the words is like a person, and there is a burst of air-conditioning in the face, calm and wanton, not as frivolous as a teenager.

It took me a moment to notice what was on the page:

"Erchen Decoction Recipe: Wash seven times with Pinellia decoction, five liang each of orange and red, three liang of white poria cocos, and broil one and a half of licorice.

Indications for vomiting and nausea, dizziness and palpitations, chills and fever, disharmony between the spleen and stomach due to eating raw and cold.

Key points: When making some tea, take four qian water, one cup of water, seven slices of ginger, and one dark plum, which can relieve alcohol.Drinking one cup every morning when not drinking is also refreshing. "

"This prescription...why have I never seen it before?" Song Fuling asked in confusion.

"Whether you've seen it or not doesn't affect its effectiveness, just treat it as a repayment of the wine money." Wen Sheng said and got up.

Song Fuling blocked subconsciously: "Are you leaving?"

Hearing the sound, his footsteps were slightly stagnant: "The wine has been drunk, why don't you leave?"

Hearing this, Song Fuling clasped her hands on the edge of the table slightly, and leaned forward slightly: "It will be the Shangsi Festival in two days, do you have time to go to the Pipa Mountain with me?"

This remark was purely impulsive, and Song Fuling regretted it after saying it.He shouldn't have said this, it would embarrass his brother.

Sure enough, upon hearing this, he fell silent.Song Fuling immediately explained: "No, no, I just said it casually. In the past, my brother Shangsi would take me to Pipa Mountain and Fushui every year. I met Xie Langjun and brother Xiao...it was Song Menglang..."

The embarrassment is true, but it's not because of the embarrassment Song Fuling thought.He glanced at Song Fuling's legs hidden under the table, and said sternly: "It's not suitable to go into the water in early spring, and you should be taboo when you are weak and weak. Don't think about it."

"Yes, good." Song Fuling nodded subconsciously.

After hearing the sound, he withdrew his gaze and continued to walk out. He stopped suddenly just before the curtain was lifted, and looked back and said, "Although the duck water is not good, but the soup spring can be soaked. I will come to you when I am free. Where is the mansion of Mr. Lang?" ?”

Song Fuling hesitated for a moment: "It's right here. My surname is Song, and my name is..."

The word Fu Ling spun around his lips several times before finally swallowing it down: "Single-name ceremony, Song Li."

"Song Li?" Wen Sheng tried to call out, frowning slightly, as if a little dissatisfied.

"How? But it's not right?" Song Fuling asked nervously.

"I always feel that the surname shouldn't be Song..." These words were originally just a soliloquy, but unexpectedly, Song Fuling's back instantly stiffened because of this.

Hearing the sound, he didn't pay attention, and called again: "A Li? That's good, I'll call you A Li from now on."

After finishing speaking, without waiting for Song Fuling's reaction, the corners of her lips slightly raised and she brushed the curtain away.

After the sound left, the pavilion returned to silence again.It's just that the silence didn't last long before it was disturbed by a burst of forbearable sobbing, intermittent and not ear-catching.

Only the self-talk afterwards was a little clearer: "He is my brother, my brother..."

On the other side, although Wen Sheng had never seen the reaction in Yating after he left, he could guess eight｜nine out of ten.

If there is no accident, Song Fuling has already decided that he is hearing the sound.And judging from Song Fuling's attitude of not being in a hurry to recognize his relatives just now, he also seems to guess that Wen Sheng has lost his memory now.

Wen Sheng didn't want to stage any bitter drama of acquaintance and ignorance, and the next step was to slowly let Song Fuling know that although he didn't remember, he knew that he was Wen Sheng and had the same purpose as him.

It's just that this matter should not be rushed. The most urgent thing is to "stay" in Kyoto after the failure of the talks, and stay in the right place.

Hearing the sound, he went back the same way as he thought, but he obviously overestimated himself. He hadn't come back to the capital for more than ten years. These alleys and alleys intertwined and intertwined are really complicated, and he couldn't go back to Dongshan Temple Front Street for a while.

Just as I was about to ask someone, I might as well hear the sound of a sharp weapon breaking through the wind behind me.

He knew it was a hidden weapon, but he didn't hide at all when he heard the sound, he just turned around and stared at the direction from which the dark spot was flying.It was an arrow feather.

The sharp arrow hovered suddenly before it entered the center of the eyebrows. Hearing the sound, with a slight force between the fingers, the arrow body broke in two.

A gray shadow flashed across the narrow gap between the eaves of the two bird shops across the street.The man was wearing a mask, so he couldn't see what he looked like.

He was going to kill himself, to be precise, that person was going to kill Xie Qi.Hearing the sound, he thought for a moment, and immediately flew after him.

The opponent's martial arts are not low, and his heart is also good.Seeing that he didn't succeed once, he didn't fight desperately. After leaving for a while, he disappeared into the alleys and alleys.

Hearing the sound did not give up, the arrow had the smell of cornflower, which was a fishy smell different from that of birds, animals, flowers and trees, and it was easy to distinguish.

The residual smell in the air led Wen Sheng to a small courtyard where clothes were being washed.

The sound of pushing the door and entering caused the lady in the courtyard to exclaim: "Lang... Did you go the wrong way?"

Hearing the sound, she ignored her and went straight to the woodshed.The moment before the chaimen opened, a cold light rushed towards the door without warning.

Hearing the sound, he quickly dodges, and before the long sword turns around, he has already twisted the hand of the sword holder.

There was a click, the sound of joint dislocation.

Immediately afterwards, the long sword fell to the ground, making a crisp clang.

Look at the person in the chaimen, he is holding his wrist and panting in a low voice.

"It's because I'm not as skilled as you. If you want to kill or cut, you'll do as you please." Kong Wu, a man with a strong voice and rough voice, was obviously a military officer.

Wen Sheng frowned suddenly because of these words, but it was not indignation, but felt that this person's voice was really familiar.Turning over the mask on the man's face, a very familiar face was revealed.

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Erchen Tangfang is quoted from related documents of Song Dynasty.