Traveling through the early Tang Dynasty starts with hanging

Chapter 37
"It's not there?"

Inside Dongshan Temple, Yuwen Shiji frowned and looked at the novice in front of him, "But in the village?"

"Li...the Li Family Dalang is out today."

Yuwen Shiji waved the horsewhip in his hand, "Where's Wu Chao hosting?"

On the day when the Duke of Qin's mansion mentioned the matter of Dongshan Temple for the first time, Yuwen Shiji was present, so he naturally knew that Master Wuchao, who practiced closed mouth meditation, was written by Li Shan, and this person must be someone close to Li Shan.

"Preside over the retreat." The little novice swallowed, his legs trembled, but he refused to step back.

Yuwen Shiji narrowed his eyes slightly, did something happen?
Looking back, Yuwen Shiji's eyes were already narrowed. Five or six maids and female monks surrounded a tall middle-aged female monk. A middle-aged man looked surprised and opened his mouth. inquire.

"Nanyang?"

"This is..." The female monk frowned slightly, the face of the person in front of her was very familiar.

"Uncle Li Jincai." Li Dewu's expression was complicated. When Yang Guang's daughter Princess Nanyang chose a husband, he was one of the candidates, but in the end he was chosen by Yuwen Shiji.

Princess Nanyang's expression is also very complicated. She has been with Pei Shuying quite a lot, and she knows the good story of the reunion after a broken mirror.

Everyone has their own destiny, the same as the noble daughter of the former dynasty, and guarding the solitary lamp of the suffering Buddha for many years, Pei Shuying was finally able to reunite her husband and wife, and herself... Princess Nanyang lowered her head, holding a rosary, and chanting sutras in a low voice.

"roll!"

The low voice of scolding made Li Dewu's complexion ashen, "Brother Yuwen, please stay safe."

Yuwen Shiji glanced at Princess Nanyang, his face became even more gloomy, he turned around and walked more than ten steps to stand still.

Li Dewu suppressed his anger and followed, "Why does the Li family owe Yuwen?"

Yuwen Shiji didn't open his mouth, his hands were behind his back, and his sharp gaze was carved on Li Dewu's face. He certainly understood now why Li Shan was not in Dongshan Temple today, nor in Zhujiagou, and even the Wu who practiced closed mouth meditation Zen Master Chao thanked the guests behind closed doors.

That kid has some tricks, worthy of Fang Xuanling's praise, he was able to find out the news and avoid it in advance.

Li Dewu couldn't bear the anger in his heart, his old friends turned into feuds, and now he can only cling to Yue's family and almost become a son-in-law, while the other party is named Duke and holds a high position.

And most importantly, aren't you and I the same kind of person?
"Why is Nanyang dressed as a female monk, Brother Yuwen..."

"Shut up!" Yuwenshi clenched his hands behind his back into fists.

Which pot is not open and which pot to lift!

Both of them were young talents in the former dynasty, but after the Sui Dynasty, they both got to power by abandoning their wives and children.

The anger in Yuwen Shiji's heart is no less than that of Li Dewu, why?
Why is my son dead, but your son is alive and well, and is still praised by others as a hero?
"I heard from the slave, brother Li has been lingering outside the gate of the mansion several times, why didn't he come?"

Hearing this sentence, Li Dewu's hands were also clenched into fists, which pot is not opened and which pot is lifted!

The house you live in was taken from me!
"Brother Li, don't worry, that house will return to the Li family sooner or later." Yuwen Shiji said in a low voice.

Returning it to the Li family is not returning it to you... If one day, Li Shan is the owner of the house, and Li Dewu hangs around outside the gate, Yuwen Shiji would like to see this scene very much.

After a brief silence, with another sound of "roll", Li Dewu, whose cheeks were shaking, hurried down the mountain and left in embarrassment.

Walking slowly to Princess Nanyang, Master Yuwen waved his hand to let the maids and female monks go away, and said in a low voice to Princess Nanyang's back: "The host will retreat today, rest overnight in the village at the foot of the mountain, and enter the temple tomorrow."

He didn't hear any reply, Yuwen Shiji showed a painful look on his face, and said in a low voice: "Li Dewu married his wife Zhu Shi in Lingnan, and gave birth to a son Li Shan. He is the master of Dongshan Temple, and now he is in the village..."

Listening to the intermittent explanation behind her, Princess Nanyang sneered and said: "I remember back then, you and him were the best friends, like dogs of the same feather."

"Expel Li Dewu today, for Li Shan?" This is the first time that Princess Nanyang has spoken to her ex-husband in these years.

"Li Shan is seventeen years old."

After the low sigh, we could faintly hear crying, Yu Wenshi's face was stiff, and he was speechless for a long time. If his son Yuwen Zen Master is not dead, he should be 17 years old this year.

An hour later, the Li family's house in Zhujiagou.

The Zhu family took in Princess Nanyang without hesitation, and let Xiaoman and the maid clean up the house, but Yuwen Shiji left sadly. He still has important things to do today.

At this moment, in the wine shop in Changlepo, Li Shan and Zhou Zhao were sitting by the window, enjoying the scenery of the Jing River while tasting the fine wine that Zhou Zhao appraised as the best wine in the world.

Changlepo is ten miles away from Chang'an, close to the Jing River, and is the closest market to Chang'an. There are a variety of shops, including wine shops, restaurants, and inns. It has always been a place to welcome and see off.

Glancing at the wine bowl in front of him, Li Shan snorted, as expected.

Green Ant New Distillery, red clay small stove.

The wine in the Tang Dynasty has low alcohol content, and the filter is not clean, and there are many sundries. It looks like there are ants in the wine, but this bowl of wine is not green.

Sipping his mouth lightly, Li Shanmu revealed a surprised look, and murmured to himself, "It's not rice wine or yellow rice wine, but it's a bit like baijiu..."

Li Shan drank with Li Kai and Li Zhaode several times, and they were basically San Lejiang, which is a kind of fruit wine. Li Zhaode once took a bottle of wine like a treasure. These two kinds of wine were the main wines of the upper class in the Tang Dynasty. The lower layer is mainly rice wine and rice wine.

Is there already liquor in this era?
"What is brewed?"

"The store's secret skills can't be disclosed." Zhou Zhao laughed, and took a sip, "The entrance is like fire, and the sex is even hotter. Come, come, shopkeeper, there are two altars on that table."

Zhu Ba glanced over, Li Shan nodded slightly and said with a smile: "You're all vulgar."

Li Shan went out to take refuge today, besides Zhu Ba, Zhu Wei specially arranged for four young and strong men to follow him, all of whom were skilled in martial arts in the village, two of them were also monks, but like Zhu Ba, they all returned to vulgarity.

Li Shan sipped his wine slowly. He had never drunk any good wine in his previous life, but he often drank some loose liquor with his grandfather in middle school. This bowl of wine was about [-] degrees, and he could buy some later and try to distill and purify it.

Don't expect to buy the secret recipe, Li Shan now knows what a secret recipe is in this era, a family heirloom, so after Li Shan took out the secret recipe of Gewurztraminer, the villagers were very grateful to him.

However, it is precisely for this reason that many secret skills are slowly lost and kept secret for a long time. It was not until many years later, even after the change of dynasty, that they were passed on. Of course, they may disappear.

"Drink slowly." Zhou Zhao frowned and reminded: "Although the entrance is good, but if you drink too much, you will get ringing in your ears, dizzy, and drunk. If it wasn't for getting drunk last time, the store wouldn't have reported to the police!"

"Isn't it because you were so drunk that the store didn't find any money from you?" Li Shan joked with a smile. Naturally, after the incident of the waist pad and the bronze mirror that day, the relationship between the two... became more and more like friends. , often in private communication.

Zhou Zhao was about to refute, when there was a loud noise, everyone looked back, three or two drunk men were grabbing the shopkeeper and making a fuss, a few assistants simply knocked him down, found the money, and threw him out of the door.

"It's very skilled." Zhou Zhao murmured.

Li Shan said with a smile. "Why do you need to report to the officials if you find out the money?"

After drinking another bowl, Li Shan felt a little dizzy with the wind blowing from the Jing River, and his degree was obviously not high. Could it be that he hadn't drank alcohol for a long time, or that his body's secretion of anti-alcohol enzymes was too low?

There was another noise outside the door, Li Shan turned his head to look, although his head was dizzy, but his eyes were fine, and he saw Wang Renyou clearly.

"It must be this bureaucrat, hit, hit me!"

Surprised voices sounded, Wang Renyou pointed at Li Shan and Zhou Zhao with a distorted face, and several big men rushed forward immediately.

Li Shan's face is also distorted, did he not read the almanac when he went out today?

It must be written in the almanac that it is not suitable to go out!

(End of this chapter)