Datang's free and easy concubine

Chapter 11

Cheng Yaojin was in a good mood, he laughed and said: "Today, the old man is going to have a banquet, so that those veteran killers can see what real wine is. Tomorrow, this wine will definitely be famous in Chang'an! By the way, Su Xiaozi, what is the name of this wine? ?”

What's the name? Su Cheng murmured, "Why don't you call me Laobaigan?"

Cheng Yaojin shook his head and said, "Not good, not good."

Su Cheng murmured, "Why don't you call it Erguotou?"

Cheng Yaojin shook his head and said, "What's the name? No, no!"

Su Cheng jokingly said, "Why don't uncle choose a name?"

Cheng Yaojin murmured: "This wine is strong in the throat and full of fragrance. It is a wine that only men can drink. Why don't you call it macho wine!"

puff!

Su Cheng sprayed it straight away, and those who didn't know thought this wine had some special uses.

"No, no, absolutely not!" Su Cheng quickly waved his hands and said, "Why don't we call it Burning Knife!"

Although somewhat regretful, Cheng Yaojin still nodded and said: "The name Burning Knife is quite appropriate, that's all, let's call it Burning Knife! Boy Su, do you have a poetic interest now?"

While talking, Cheng Yaojin poured a bowl of strong wine, as if Su Cheng would drink it down if he dared to say nothing.

Looking at the bowl of strong wine, Su Cheng's eyelids twitched, and he said quickly: "I have a passion for poetry, and I have a passion for poetry, so I will write a song for my uncle!"

Su Cheng paced and murmured: "Qinghai Changyun dark snow mountain, the lonely city looks at Yumen Pass in the distance, the yellow sand wears gold armor in all battles, and if you don't break Loulan, you will never return it!"

Cheng Yaojin took two sips of strong wine, slapped his palm on the table, and laughed loudly: "Okay, I won't return it if I don't break Loulan, what a temper for my old Cheng!"

Su Cheng smiled slightly and said, "As long as uncle likes it!"

Cheng Yaojin laughed and said: "Okay, very good, let's see who will laugh at me, old Cheng, for not being able to compose poetry!"

This can be regarded as reciprocation. When he walked out of the hall, Su Cheng seemed to see a happy life beckoning to him. Three wives and four concubines made the red sleeves more sweet...

As everyone knows, in the palace, Empress Changsun mentioned his name again.

"Although Su Cheng's family background is a bit poor, he has extraordinary looks and is quite talented in poetry. He can be regarded as a young hero. Changle, if the queen mother intends to marry you to him, what do you think?" Queen Changsun asked softly.

Princess Changle blushed immediately, lowered her head and said in a low voice, "It's all up to the queen mother to decide."

Empress Changsun immediately understood that what she was most afraid of was that Chang Le couldn't think about it. Since Chang Le had a good impression of Su Cheng, as long as this marriage was facilitated, everything would be settled.

After some relief, Empress Changsun got up and left.

In the Hall of Liangyi, Li Shimin was still a little anxious. Seeing the queen approaching, he asked, "How is Changle?"

Empress Changsun said softly: "I have calmed down. I asked Chang Le just now. She has a good impression of Su Cheng. Although she is shy and dare not say anything, the concubine can tell that she is very willing to marry Su Cheng." of."

Li Shimin snorted and did not speak, Empress Changsun said to herself: "With Su Cheng's poetic talent, he will be famous in Chang'an in a short time, and his reputation will rise. It is not too abrupt for His Majesty to decree a marriage for a talented person."

She said silently in her heart, there is nothing to say to those who know the rumors, since Changle is married to Su Cheng, it is the couple's private matter whether the bellyband is or not.

Li Shimin snorted coldly: "It's not so easy to marry my precious princess!"

Duke Lu's mansion is very lively tonight, brothers Su Cheng and Cheng Chumo are welcoming guests in front of the door.

Soon, Su Cheng's legs were trembling a little.

Li Jing, Yu Chigong, Li Ji, Qin Qiong, Changsun Wuji, Fang Xuanling, Wei Zheng...

They are all legendary figures who have left a prominent reputation in history. Even after meeting Li Shimin and Cheng Yaojin, Su Cheng couldn't help being excited.

But soon Su Cheng's excitement dissipated, like an idol shattered.

"What kind of wine did you get, you old killer?"

"Don't fool labor and management, you old man, we haven't drunk any good wine!"

Cheng Yaojin patted his chest and said: "Which wine in the world can be called wine? It's sweet, greasy, and tasteless, it's all women drink! Bah! Every ignorant old man like you drinks women drink!"

Drink what the girls drink?

This is simply blatant scolding, and it is the most ruthless kind of scolding.

"Bah! What kind of good wine do you have!" Everyone blushed and their necks were thick.

Yuchi Gong with a bad temper even rolled up his sleeves directly: "Old Shacai, if I don't get a good wine today, I will fight you for three hundred rounds!"

"Come on, I'll hit you with a bruised nose and a swollen face first!" Cheng Yaojin was not to be outdone, and actually rolled up his sleeves and was about to hit you.

The others left the room silently, and Su Cheng was dumbfounded watching.

Isn't it a banquet?How did you fight?

However, after taking a look at Brother Cheng Chumo, they found that the two looked normal, not only them, but also Li Jing and the others, and even the surrounding servants all looked normal, as if they were not surprised.

Soon, Su Cheng was attracted by the two fighting.

It's no wonder that he is a fierce general in the battlefield, and he is full of murderous vigor, which is completely unmatched by countless boxing in later generations.

Just when Su Cheng was immersed in the competition, Cheng Yaojin suddenly kicked Yu Chigong's crotch, which made Su Cheng dumbfounded.

"Well, you old bastard, I've been on guard against you for a long time!"

Boom!Boom!The two separated, Cheng Yaojin laughed loudly and said, "How is it? How does my kick feel?"

Yuchi Gong laughed and said, "How does my punch taste?"

Qin Qiong said: "If you want to fight, put out the good wine first, it seems boring to do it like this!"

Thinking of spirits, Cheng Yaojin grinned to his cheeks: "Let you first see what spirits are and what men drink!"

Fang Xuanling laughed and said, "It seems that Zhijie really got good wine."

Wei Zheng smiled and said: "This old man has the best wine in his life. How can this old man not know what good wine is in Chang'an market? Let's see what good wine he can come up with."

Seeing Cheng Yaojin so frightened, everyone became even more curious. Could it be that there is really good wine?

After entering the hall, everyone noticed that there were six or seven jars of wine on the table.

Yuchi Gong shouted: "I didn't say that, you old man is too stingy, aren't you? Call everyone here, but only take out these few jars of wine, who is enough for drinking?"

Cheng Yaojin snorted and said, "This is strong wine, do you understand? If you can drink this jar today, you will be considered amazing!"

This jar of wine would cost three catties at least, and Cheng Yaojin, who had already tried spirits, decided that Yu Chigong would not be able to drink a jar of it.

"Hey! One jar? If you don't drink two jars today, you won't leave the door of Chengfu!" Yu Chigong yelled.

Cheng Yaojin laughed loudly and said, "Okay, I respect you for being a man!"

"Is this the good wine you mentioned? Open it quickly, we want to see what kind of good wine you got!"

(End of this chapter)