The prince is very fierce

It is approaching February, spring has not yet arrived, and the willows all over the city are already showing a bit of green.

At noon, Xu Buling walked out of the palace gate, got on his horse and headed to Sun's shop in Dayefang.

Because the Queen Mother was so angry before entering the palace that she didn't even have a sip of tea, not to mention meals. However, after some heart-to-heart talk, he finally persuaded the Queen Mother to quietly interrogate him. As for the outcome, it seems we can only wait.

Speaking of which, after Ning Qingye heard that ridiculous detoxification method, it always felt weird to see the Queen Mother again. Well... I always thought of the scene where the Queen Mother rolled her eyes...

However, there is no horoscope, so it is difficult to think deeply about it.

Xu Buling shook his head to get rid of the throbbing caused by adolescent hormones in his heart, and with a slight "drive", he quickly arrived at the bluestone alley of Dayefang.

There are always a few drinkers sitting in the Sun's shop. Old Man Sun, as always, walks around in front of several large wine vats, serving drinks and dishes, and chatting with the drinkers about their comings and goings.

"Shopkeeper, bring me a bottle of wine."

"Okay... Oops, the young master is here. Long time no see."

"I'm a little busy at the end of the year, so I don't have time to come over."

Shopkeeper Sun smiled and took the vermilion wine gourd from Xu Buling's hand, and poured the clear wine with a wine spoon:

"If it weren't for the servants who come here every day to drink, the little old man would have thought that the young master had stopped drinking."

"Shopkeeper Sun's wine, I'm afraid no one can quit it after drinking it."

Shopkeeper Sun nodded somewhat complacently, thought for a moment, and then sighed: "A few days ago, there was a charlatan who was about to die but he still managed to come over and take a bite. I don't know whether I should be happy or not."

Xu Buling had heard of such things, thought about it for a moment, shook his head and chuckled: "Go out with a bowl of wine, and go on the road with a bowl of wine. After all, you have completed the journey. It is better than dying in a remote place with no hope." Not strong, in my opinion, I should be happy.”

Shopkeeper Sun nodded: "That's true."

Xu Buling took the horse and waited for a while. Suddenly, he thought of the Duanyushao that Mrs. Lu had drunk him over, and asked:

"By the way, Shopkeeper Sun, before the New Year, someone at home came to buy two bottles of strong liquor. Although the taste is not that good, it is stronger than Duan Yushao, which is really rare. Do you still have any here?"

Shopkeeper Sun shook his head and smiled: "That's not wine, it's just strong, and it doesn't taste good. There is some left in the shop, which was originally used to marinate meat. If you don't mind it, you can just drink it." "

"It's rare to find a drink that can knock me down, so I don't mind it."

"That's okay."

After a while, shopkeeper Sun came out with a small wine bottle and handed it to Xu Buling: "Hey, this person usually drinks the good and forgets the bad. The young master does the opposite."

"I'm nostalgic and I'm used to it."

Xu Buling opened the cork of the wine and smelled it. The smell of wine hit his nose. He nodded with satisfaction and led the horse away from the alley.

Shopkeeper Sun put the towel on his shoulders, looked at the people and horses walking away, thought for a moment, and muttered: "It's good to remember the old, but I'm afraid that I will forget the old when I see the new..."

As soon as he finished speaking, a gentle voice responded from outside the railing of the wine shop:

"As a man, it's natural to like the new and dislike the old. I'm afraid that I won't see the new."

Shopkeeper Sun was stunned for a moment, then raised his head and glanced. Outside the wine shop, a middle-aged scholar appeared at some point. He had an elegant face and was in his forties with a beard on his chin. He was holding a black oil-paper umbrella in his hand, standing outside the railing of the wine shop. The probe looked at it.

Shopkeeper Sun checked it carefully, with a bit of surprise in his eyes: "Xiao Xu, didn't you quit the world and live in Zhongnan Mountain for retirement? Why are you back?"

Xu Danqing held the oil-paper umbrella behind him and smiled helplessly: "The person in the palace gave me a pen a few days ago. I won't accept it now. I guess it will be buried directly in Zhongnan Mountain. I can only come out and travel around the world again... I didn’t know you had other wines hidden before, give me a sip too.”

Shopkeeper Sun smiled as if seeing an old friend, took another bottle of wine and walked out, looking up and down:

"You get into trouble when you're drunk. You kid will go crazy when you're drunk. If you hadn't barged into the Cui family's peach blossom forest while drunk, and they are such a good girl, maybe I'd even come out to get drunk..."

Xu Danqing shook his head gently: "Everyone has bad luck and good fortune. Who knew back then. I haven't started writing for more than ten years. At first, I was arrogant and stopped writing. Now I don't dare to paint... But I can't do it without painting."

Shopkeeper Sun wiped his hands clean with a towel and sighed: "You brothers, only Master Song is smart. You know that you can't look back after you enter the world. You started an official career from the beginning. Look at what they are doing now. The Imperial Academy is a big sacrifice." , regardless of whether the prince or the prince sees him, he has to call him sir."

"He is the only one among the tutor's students, so there is no comparison."

Xu Danqing opened the cork of the wine with one hand, brought it to his nose and smelled it, then frowned:

"What kind of taste did that young man just now, he can still drink this..."

Shopkeeper Sun curled his lips: "Everyone has their own preferences. If you don't want to drink it, don't waste it. It's better to use it to marinate meat than to drink it."

Xu Danqing looked at the wine pot for a moment, then smiled after thinking about it: "I have to give it a try. Wine is like a beautiful woman. Originally, I only looked at the beauty's skin, but now I think about it, among ordinary-looking women, there are also unique beauties."

"Hey~ I haven't seen you have a strong taste in more than ten years. Don't draw a picture of the eight ugly ones. It's too hurtful..."

"I still want to live a few more years, but I don't have the courage..."

"hehe……"

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other side.

Xu Buling rode through the neighborhoods and came to the small courtyard in the quiet alley.

Although he had already learned about Ning Qingye's departure from Lao Ba, Xu Buling still came over to take a look.

Pushing open the old courtyard door, the yard is neatly tidied. There are a few green sprouts under the corners. The water well is covered with a dustpan. The wine jars under the eaves are placed in a very eye-catching position. Each jar of wine represents Ning. Qingye went to the shop to look for him once.

Xu Buling raised his eyebrows, walked under the eaves and took a look, and placed a note under the wine jar at the top.

He removed the wine bottle and picked up the folded paper, and a few lines of elegant handwriting came into view:

Mr. Xu, in my haste to leave, I forgot to tell you one thing. If the detoxification method works, you owe Zhongli Chuchu your life. Remember to thank her in the future.

It would be a pity to throw away these wines, it will be an advantage for you.

Finally, Zhu Manzhi is my confidant. If you dare to bully her, you and I will fight to the death.

Farewell.

Xu Buling frowned, looked at a pile of wine bottles, shook his head and muttered:

"How can we say goodbye forever if we don't die forever? There's something wrong with the logic..."

Having said that, Xu Buling still smiled. If the antidote was really effective, not to mention that he owed the blue-eyed girl a life, he could just pledge himself to her.

As for Zhu Manzhi, little Manzhi is so cute, it’s too late to hurt, how could he be bullied...