Chapter 47 Section five

Sixi couldn't remember when he learned to drink. Whenever he used up a pill, he would always find a place with wine and have a few drinks, but he never got drunk.What he enjoys is only the warmth brought by the proper spirits to the internal organs.He didn't understand why his body was always cold at this time, so cold that even he hated it. Today is no exception. Sitting on the second floor of Chungeng Building by the window, Sixi ordered a jug of wine, one drink at a time. The business of Chun Geng Building is better as it goes into the night.People who don't like to go home, and people who don't know where to go, all gather here, and spend the whole night with a pot of wine and a few dishes.

"The water is deep and exciting, and the puwei is dark. The owl rides to death in battle, and the poor horse lingers and cries." The woman behind the curtain sang softly, the faint tune was soaked in the cold night, and when it entered the ears again, it was more tender and full of melancholy than usual. Hearing this voice, Sixi was slightly taken aback, poured herself the last glass of wine, and looked at the person half hidden behind the vermilion tulle calmly. At this time, the shopkeeper with a smile on his face came up, and cupped his hands at the two young people at the next table: "Master Yuan, Mr. Zhao, are you satisfied with today's food and drink?"

The man in the green shirt with a face like a crown jade nodded with a smile: "Very good! The shopkeeper has already figured out my brothers and I's tastes very clearly. It is worthwhile for us to be your regular customers in Chungenglou." After finishing speaking, he rewarded you again. Some money and the shopkeeper pointed to the side of the curtain, "I don't know today, would Miss Jinxiu show her beauty and meet me?" "Master Yuan Miozanle!" The shopkeeper happily put away the reward money, and then showed embarrassment, "But Miss Jinxiu said that she only sings songs and doesn't accept customers. You can't respect the rules. Master Yuan, look..."

"Since that's the case, don't make things difficult for her." The young man in white next to him put down his wine glass, "Please tell Miss Jinxiu, the shopkeeper, that the song tonight is very suitable for me. I wonder if I will be lucky enough to listen to it again next time I come here?" "Yes, Mr. Zhao, don't worry, the little one will tell you the truth." The shopkeeper nodded and stepped back. Yuan Qingyun asked with a smile: "Zilong, do you agree with this song, or with the singer?" "Brother Yuan was joking." The young man in white blushed, "It's just because this song is my mother's favorite. She often hummed it when she was alive. When I heard it today, I felt very kind. I wanted to thank Jin The meaning of sleeve girl."

"Okay, okay, no need to explain. My fair lady, a gentleman is so good." Yuan Qingyun laughed loudly. The young man in white smiled and only cared about drinking. "Stop joking." Yuan Qingyun put away his smile and turned serious, "How is your militia rebel army doing now?" "Although my Zhao family's army belongs to the militia, it is not inferior to any army under the command of all powerful men." The young man in white said firmly. "Very good!" Yuan Qingyun looked happy, "Heroes can only emerge in troubled times. If we can make good use of the current situation, we will surely achieve great things."

"Brother Yuan, what do you mean?" "Gongsun Zan intends to expand his armaments, and now he has sent his cronies to Zhending, intending to recruit the best militia. Looking at the entire Changshan County, besides Zilong, who else is up to this task? This is your great opportunity. If you can come to Gongsun Zan Under your command, with your aptitude, within three years, you will become a great weapon!" Yuan Qingyun paused, and a look of worry flashed across his face, "It's just that I got news that Gongsun Zan only selected one of the most outstanding militia groups to join the army. Zheng Qiong is also eyeing this opportunity, the number of his Zheng family army is higher than yours, and his banner is not counted as a living bag, and Zheng Qiong is quite ambitious, if he seizes the opportunity, it will be a great disadvantage to you."

The young man in white said indifferently: "Back then, Zheng Qiong competed with me, but I picked him off. He and I can have another fair competition." "The prefect also has this intention." Yuan Qingyun nodded, "Zheng Qiong is the wife and brother of the prefect, and the lord naturally hopes that his own people will emerge, but you can rest assured that with me, there will be no bias in this competition." place." "Thank you, Brother Yuan!" The young man in white raised his wine glass to him, "It is Zilong's great fortune to meet a gentleman like Brother Yuan."

Yuan Qingyun also raised his glass: "I hope that one day, Changshan Zhao Zilong will be famous all over the world, and his name will go down in history." The two wine glasses clashed forcefully together. Sixi had already run out of wine, and the conversation between the two guys at the next table fell into his ears intermittently. He knew these two young people. Yuan Qingyun, who was wearing a green shirt, was a handsome man that Aunt Hu often praised, and he was also the captain of Changshan County. He was young and promising.He is even more familiar with the white shirt, because he has to hear his name mentioned at least twenty times a day.Zhao Yun, named Zilong, twenty-three years old, from Changshan Zhending, the instructor of the militia, has excellent martial arts, especially with a gentian silver spear, he shocked Changshan without defeat.

Thinking of "that person", Sixi hiccupped, put down the money for the drink, got up and left.