Zhenwu Tianxia: Summon Yuwen Chengdu at the beginning

Chapter 111 Good Poetry, Good Wine, What a County King!
into the night.

The Qingsi Garden is brightly lit and bustling.

Since Qin Wei moved out of Qingsi Garden, this Qingsi Garden has become the place where the chief secretary receives distinguished guests.

When Lan Yuehou came, he naturally wanted to live in Qingsi Garden.

Qin Wei walked into Qingsi Garden with ease.

Before entering the main hall, he heard Lan Yuehou's exaggerated laughter.

"Master Tian, ​​this great gift is accepted by the Marquis, hahaha~~"

"Rare and rare, Green Bamboo took a fitness pill and gave it to Mr. Tian."

As soon as Qin Wei stepped into the main hall, he saw the maid beside Lan Yuehou take out a porcelain bottle and hand it to Tian Sixin.

Health Pill, the name seems to be a very common pill.

But in fact, the Healthy Pill belongs to the seventh-grade elixir, and it is priceless in the market.

The biggest effect of the Healthy Pill is to strengthen the body, whether it is a warrior or not, it will have a very good effect after taking it.

For many dignitaries, the value of health pills is far more than most pills for improving cultivation.

This Lan Yuehou is a local tyrant!
Seeing this, Qin Wei's eyes lit up.

Just when Qin Wei stepped into the main hall, the lively atmosphere in the hall suddenly stagnated.

A group of officials stood up with a clatter, bowed and said: "Meet Your Royal Highness the County King!"

Lan Yuehou was startled when he saw this.

He looked at the officials around him, and a strange look flashed in his eyes.

There are more than a dozen officials in this hall, and they are all high-level officials in the Tianzhou Third Division Yamen.

Lan Yuehou couldn't help being surprised that these officials could be so respectful.

Of course, he was just surprised.

"I've seen King Xin'an!" He also stood up and cupped his hands casually.

"Xiao Wang has seen Lord Hou!"

Qin Wei returned the salute, and then walked to Lan Yuehou and sat down.

Lan Yuehou looked at the empty chair with a sudden look in his eyes.

Just now he wondered why there was an empty chair next to it, it turned out to be for Qin Wei.

"My lords, sit down!" Qin Wei waved his hand as a signal.

"Thank you, Your Highness!" Everyone responded.

Qin Wei's appearance made the already lively banquet a little more restrained.

All the officials seemed very uncomfortable around Qin Wei.

Don't blame them, after all, Qin Wei has cleaned up the entire Tianzhou officialdom before.

Being able to sit here at this time doesn't mean they have no problems, it's just because Qin Wei doesn't want to deal with them.

Lan Yuehou looked at such a scene, and the look in his eyes became more and more strange.

"Your Highness should only be 16 years old!"

At the age of 16, Lan Yuehou couldn't help but admire this group of officials for being so obedient.

"Well, I heard that Lord Hou loves wine, so this king specially asked someone to prepare a good wine."

Qin Wei raised his head and gestured to Xiao Shunzi at the door.

Xiao Shunzi immediately came over with a gray jar.

On the surface, the jar looks very old, and even the mud seal on it has changed color.

Looking at the wine jar, Lan Yuehou's eyes suddenly brightened a lot.

"What wine is this?"

"300 years of cold brew!" Qin Wei laughed.

As the king of the county, Qin Wei naturally has no shortage of good wine and tea. Although he does not accept gifts from officials, Zhen Wusi will search the house from time to time, and he will always find some good things.

For example, this 300-year-old Qinghan Brew.

There were three jars before, Qin Wei opened one jar and tasted it, it tasted good, but he is not a drinker, so he only drank a few small cups, and the rest were all cheaper than Yuwen Chengdu, Huoyun Cthulhu and others.

Qin Wei patted open the mud seal, and immediately the rich aroma of wine radiated, filling the entire lobby.

"It really is good wine!"

Lan Yuehou smelled the aroma of the wine and praised.

"Pour wine!"

Qin Wei asked Xiao Shunzi to pour the wine.

"Please!"

"Then you're welcome!"

Lan Yuehou held up his wine glass and drank it up.

"Good wine!"

Afterwards, the two of you drank a cup and I drank a cup.

Drinking with others is quite boring, but drinking with Lan Yuehou made Qin Wei relax a lot.

After all, no one else dared to pour him over, but Lan Yuehou had no scruples in doing things, and kept persuading Qin Wei to drink.

After coming and going, Qin Wei was slightly drunk, and his temper relaxed a lot.

"A thousand cups of wine are too small for a bosom friend, so please, Lord Hou!" Qin Wei said, looking at Lan Yuehou with his drunken eyes.

"Okay, Your Highness is refreshing, and this Marquis naturally cannot lag behind."

The two drank it all in one gulp, Qin Wei held up the empty jar, "Xiao Shunzi, where's the wine?"

"Your Highness, the wine is gone!" Xiao Shunzi said helplessly.

"Isn't there still a jar? Get it quickly." Qin Wei said dissatisfied.

"Haha, it turns out that His Highness still has good wine hidden." Lan Yuehou laughed.

Xiao Shunzi had no choice but to run quickly back to Zhenwusi Yamen to fetch wine.

Fortunately, Zhenwusi Yamen is not far from Qingsi Garden, so he came back after a while.

After slapping the mud seal, the two drank again.

Seeing this, everyone around looked at each other in blank dismay.

It's nothing more than Lan Yuehou's words and deeds are insignificant, so how can His Royal Highness become so indistinct.

A group of people watched the two of them drink like this until midnight, and Qin Wei seemed to be drunk.

"I am drunk and want to sleep, and I will go. The Ming Dynasty intends to bring the piano."

"Lan Yuehou, don't forget, come and drink with me tomorrow!"

Qin Wei said in a daze.

Lan Yuehou smiled and said, "Your Highness, this is the residence of this Marquis."

"Really? Doesn't this king live here?" Qin Wei looked up at the familiar lobby and said with drunk eyes.

Lan Yuehou drank another glass of wine and said to Xiao Shunzi, "Help Your Highness go back and rest."

"Here!" Xiao Shunzi responded, and hurriedly approached Qin Wei, "Your Highness, it's time for us to go back."

"Hmm!" Qin Wei seemed to say unconsciously.

Xiao Shunzi had no choice but to ask Yu Wencheng to help Qin Wei up.

And everyone in the hall also bid farewell.

The lively lobby became empty for a while, leaving only a table with leftovers.

Lan Yuehou lifted the wine jar and shook it, poured a glass of wine on his own, and continued to drink.

"My lord, this Prince of Xin'an seems to be very difficult." The old man approached and said softly.

"Hehe, of course it's not easy!"

Lan Yuehou sipped the wine, "Our Emperor seems to have misread it, hahaha~~"

The old man stroked his long beard, looking at the empty courtyard in a daze.

"Old people can't see through."

"If you can't see through, you can't see through, and it has nothing to do with us!"

Lan Yuehou poured another glass of wine, "I am drunk and want to sleep, and I will go, the Ming Dynasty intends to bring the piano. Good poems, good wine, what a king of the county!"

……

huh~~
Walking out of the Qingsi Garden, Qin Wei let out a long breath, and his drunken eyes became much clearer.

"Your Highness, you are not drunk!" Xiao Shunzi said in surprise seeing him like this.

Qin Wei stood up straight, "Fortunately, get down without drinking!"

The 300-year-old Qinghan Brewing is not bad, but the alcohol content is a bit touching, probably only a dozen degrees.

Although his drinking capacity has not been practiced, his innate physique is enough for him to hangover quickly.

So he drank several catties of wine, but he was only slightly tipsy.

"So His Highness is pretending to be drunk!" Xiao Shunzi suddenly said.

Qin Wei walked towards Zhenwusi and said: "This king doesn't really like drinking, but just wants to know about Lan Yuehou. How can he get drunk?"

"Then how much does Your Highness know about Lan Yuehou?" Xiao Shunzi asked curiously.

"What do you think?" Qin Wei looked at him with a smile.

Xiao Shunzi thought for a while, and said, "This Lan Yuehou looks dissolute and disrespectful, but he is actually very measured, and he has no intention of disrespecting His Highness."

"And his four maids are all very beautiful, Your Highness, do you think this Lan Yuehou is still lustful?"

Qin Wei couldn't help laughing, "Have you noticed the cultivation of his four maids?"

"Uh, no." Xiao Shunzi scratched his head and said.

Qin Wei looked at Yuwen Chengdu again.

"It should be a ninth-rank warrior!" Yu Wencheng said.

"Where are the four guards?" Qin Wei asked again.

"It's also a ninth-rank warrior."

"What about the old man?"

Yu Wencheng frowned slightly, and said, "I can't see the depth."

"If you can't see the depth, it means that his cultivation is far superior to yours." Qin Wei said.

Don't talk about Lan Yuehou's cultivation base, just talk about the old servants, maids and guards around Lan Yuehou.

One innate warrior, eight ninth-rank warriors.

"This Lan Yuehou must have a deep secret!" Qin Wei said softly.

There are quite a few masters in the court, but they would never be placed beside a Hou Ye, not to mention Hou Ye, even King An and King Ping would not have so many masters around him.

……

Yunzhou border.

There is a big difference between the northern and southern borders of Dali. The northern border is mainly for defense, so many piers and fortresses have been built, while the southern border is mountainous and forested, so there are only a few strong cities as military garrisons.

Nanyang City is the largest garrison of the Yunzhou frontier army. The city wall is ten feet high and it is located on the bank of the Nanyuan River. There are [-] troops in the city, deterring the three barbarian kingdoms in the southwest of Dali.

The night sky is quiet and the moon hangs high.

The Nanyuan River is constantly rushing.

In the cool breeze, Changping Hou Maojiang stood on the majestic city wall in a cold iron armor, gazing at the rushing river.

The moonlight is cold, the river is surging, and the waves are jumping.

Mao Jiang rubbed the center of his eyebrows and let out a breath of hot air.

Beside him was a middle-aged man in a blue-gray gown. The man was wearing a jade crown, his face was rosy, and he exuded a steady and solid temperament. Looking from a distance, he gave people a strong sense of oppression.

"Brother Yunshan, we have been exposed!"

"I thought we could hide for a while, but I didn't expect it to be exposed now!"

Mao Jiang said with a headache.

Gong Yunshan stood with his hands behind his back, the long gown fluttering on his body, and said: "The one who exposed is only you."

"So?" Mao Jiang said with some dissatisfaction.

Gong Yunshan smiled lightly, and said casually: "As long as you can delay Lan Yuehou, we still have a lot of time."

"Lan Yuehou!"

Mao Jiang was filled with dullness and anxiety.

Eight thousand bright moons enter the clouds, and one hundred thousand soldiers cannot pass.

Thinking of Lan Yuehou's Mingyue Army, Mao Jiang's heart beat like a drum.

He had personally witnessed the Mingyue Army displaying its might in Yunyan City. It was he who persisted in Yunyan City for more than a month before receiving the support of the Mingyue Army.

At that time, he had not inherited the position of marquis, but he had made considerable military exploits in the northern frontier army, and became the general of Yunyan City.

For him, the battle of Yunyan City was not only a fierce battle that he did not want to recall, but also a battle full of glory and brilliance.

It was precisely because of the battle of Yunyan City that his status in the Dali Army continued to rise. After inheriting the position of Marquis, he was promoted to be the commander of the Yunzhou Frontier Army.

For more than ten years, he has been guarding the border of Yunzhou for Dali.Although he didn't make great achievements during this period, his prestige in Yunzhou is getting higher and higher.

"Maybe I can't delay for too long!" Mao Jiang said.

Gong Yunshan frowned slightly, "Mingyue Army only has 20 soldiers, but you have [-] troops under your command."

"Brother Yunshan, when I was loyal to Dali, I had 20 troops under my command, and all the officials in Yunzhou were willing to submit to me. But after betraying Dali, no one can be sure how many of my 20 troops are left !"

Mao Jiang said helplessly.

The prosperity of dali has long been deeply rooted in the hearts of the people. The allegiance of soldiers in the army has never been to the leader of the army, but to the whole dali, the emperor sitting on the dragon chair.

If Mao Jiang was Dali's loyal minister and good general, they would naturally be willing to follow Mao Jiang, but if Mao Jiang was a traitor, would they be willing to follow Mao Jiang and become a rebel?

"As the chief general of an army, but unable to control the soldiers under his command, Mao Jiang, are you a little incompetent?" Gong Yunshan said bluntly.

Mao Jiang glanced at him, then turned his head to look at the rushing river.

He kind of didn't want to talk to this bad-brained guy.

I'm incompetent, you're an idiot.

You think you are the owner of the three islands of Xiaoyao Island, and you can command thousands of troops!
You are also at a high level of cultivation.

Well, this guy must be out of his mind after practicing!

He complained in his heart.

Gong Yunshan's strength is very strong, but he is only strong. In terms of marching troops, he is not as good as a guerrilla general in the army.

"Forget it, I will try my best to hold Lan Yuehou back."

No matter what Shang Yunshan's mind is, now he has to rely on Xiaoyao Island's support.

This road was chosen by himself, and now it is too late to regret it, and there is only one way to go to the dark.

"We still need two to three years." Gong Yunshan said.

"I will try my best!" Mao Jiang said.

Two to three years is not a short period of time, but the terrain of the three southwest states is complex, and Mao Jiang is still very confident in delaying time strategically.

Gong Yunshan nodded, "The Nanli Tribe will help you."

Mao Jiang squinted his eyes, looked back at him suddenly, and said with a gloomy face: "You actually cooperated with the barbarians?"

"Can't you?" Gong Yunshan said indifferently.

"Of course not!" Mao Jiang said angrily.

"In order to achieve great things, some things require patience."

"Do you know that my son was killed by those barbarians." Mao Jiang's face turned red, and he looked at Gong Yunshan with resentment in his eyes.

"It is precisely because I know that I came here in person." Gong Yunshan looked at Mao Jiang calmly.

"you!"

Mao Jiang looked at him coldly.

Some things he can ignore, but some things he absolutely does not allow.

"I will not let those barbarians step into Nanyang City!"

He said in a cold voice, and then walked away.

Gong Yunshan watched his leaving figure quietly, not feeling any surprise, nor feeling annoyed in his heart.

Mao Jiang had such a reaction, he had already expected it.

That's why he came to Yunzhou himself.

(End of this chapter)