The Beacon of Kyushu

Chapter 173 Yuyingzhuang Gossips and Bravery Against Huabu City ([-])
After a while, Hua walked into the city.

At this moment, Huabu City was hastily cleaned up by Wang Zhuan's people. Although there were occasional collapsed houses, scattered heads, and residual blood on both sides of the street, it was still more orderly than yesterday.

With the sound of horseshoes, Wan Jianfeng and Murong Yunyao rode their horses into this once beautiful small city from outside the city gate.Murong Yunyao was riding on the horse, and seeing the scene around her, she felt a little regretful in her heart.Although she doesn't want to see this beautiful city destroyed by the flames of war, she also understands that people will shed blood and die in war, and all of this is inevitable.

Wan Jianfeng was shaking an empty wine gourd in his hand, and he didn't seem to care about the scene in front of him. He only cared about whether the rumored famous Baihua Brewery disappeared with the flames of war.

Not long after the two of them walked along the main street in the center of the city, they smelled the aroma of wine. Although it was not as strong as ordinary wine, it was sweet and elegant, like a hundred flowers after the rain.

Wan Jianfeng raised his nose and sniffed hard a few times, almost drooling.Following the aroma of the wine, he rode his horse and galloped forward for a certain distance, and found the source of the aroma in an alley beside the street.

I saw that there was not a single family in this alley, only two flower gardens surrounded by fences. The flowers in the gardens were in full bloom, and they were not affected by the war at all.Behind the flower garden is a very exquisite and deep small manor, on which there is a light wooden plaque with three fresh and beautiful characters written on it - Yuyingzhuang.If it weren't for the pale pink wine cover hanging at the door and the scent of wine coming from the garden, no one would associate the manor in front of them with the tavern.

Wan Jianfeng got off his horse at the door, tied the reins to the wine jacket at the door, pointed to the horse's head and said, "Little Ma, you are not allowed to eat these flowers, do you hear me? If you dare to eat them, I will let Xiao Ma The witch's palm of the gods will strike you into the sky!"

He was about to reach out to touch the horse's back when he suddenly felt someone pat on the shoulder, which made him look back quickly in fright.Seeing that it was none other than Murong Yunyao who was smiling at the corner of her mouth, it was Murong Yunyao who was taking pictures of her. Her smile seemed amiable, but Wan Jianfeng gasped instantly.

Murong Yunyao pointed at the back of the horse and said: "Stinky beggar, I don't know if I can send it to heaven with one palm, but I can definitely send you to heaven with one palm, do you want to try?"

Wan Jianfeng quickly waved his hands, and said: "No, no! This young man's morality is still shallow, so he won't go to the sky. It's more important to drink the fine wine in the world!"

Murong Yunyao gave him a sideways glance with a smile, and walked into the manor first.Wan Jianfeng also took three steps and two steps, and trotted behind her, wishing he could drink a jar of famous Baihua wine right away.

There is a tall cherry tree in the village, under the tree is an elegant mat shed, in the shed there are several log-colored tables and chairs, arranged very neatly, and the tabletops are cleaned spotlessly.On a table in the middle, there is a white porcelain jug, and the fragrance of wine in the jug is overflowing.

Wan Jianfeng couldn't wait to run to the table, sat down on the chair, stepped on the bench with his right foot, and was about to grab the flagon with his left hand.Murong Yunyao admired the elegant furnishings and suddenly felt better, so she also walked across to Wan Jianfeng and sat down slowly.

The two sat down and found that in this exquisite manor, not to mention the shopkeeper who sells wine, there is not even a waiter, so they couldn't help but wonder.Wan Jianfeng couldn't take care of much at this time, he picked up the jug and was about to pour it into his mouth, but was interrupted by a sweet and gentle female voice.

"If you pay attention to the root, you will lose the root if you are quiet. If you are light, you will lose the root, and if you are dry, you will lose the king. The two distinguished guests must be broad and refined scholars, rather than rural bums. Why are you so eager to drink some thin wine brewed by my servant?" ?” Her voice was melodious, round and smooth, and this voice alone was enough to make all the men in the world fall in love with her.

Murong Yunyao looked for the reputation, but saw a young girl walking slowly in the back garden.Her face is like a peach blossom with stamens, her body is like a weak willow supporting the wind, her eyebrows are like spring mountains with rain, and her eyes are like autumn water with affection.The fragrance of flowers is exuded in the action, and the fragrance is neither weak nor strong.Wearing a pale pink tulle dress, she stepped forward, like a fairy of flowers, and like a goddess of the nine heavens.The truth is, how can a sinking fish and a wild goose be more beautiful, the closed moon is ashamed and the flowers are really shameful, and the world is left alone to laugh and talk, Chang Xi is jealous of Sanqiu when he sees it.

"Oh my god, are you a human or a fairy!" Murong Yunyao exclaimed, rubbed her eyes with her hands quickly, and looked at the girl in front of her again, only to feel that she was more and more refined, beautiful and moving.Murong Yunyao usually thinks very highly of herself, and only thinks that she is the most beautiful in the world. Compared with this girl in front of her today, she doesn't feel ashamed.

It took Murong Yunyao a while to recover, and she suddenly turned her head to look at Wan Jianfeng, but saw that he was still playing with the flagon, with a tangled look of not knowing whether to drink or not, so she subconsciously breathed a sigh of relief .

The young girl ignored Murong Yunyao, as if she was used to this kind of expression.She walked slowly to Wan Jianfeng, and said with a smile: "Young man, this pot of Baihua Niang is worth 50 taels of silver. I wonder how many pots the young man wants to drink?"

Wan Jianfeng quickly put the jug on the table, as if the jug of fine wine had become a hot potato.He raised his hand to wipe the corner of his mouth, gulping down his saliva, but his eyes were still staring at the jug, but he didn't dare to touch it again.

The girl smiled when she saw this, "In addition to brewing wine, my family also likes to read some poems in their spare time. This girl loves money and talent. Those who are rich pay to drink, and those who are talented compose poems and drink. If the two can Write down a quatrain on the spot, or a few sentences to the slave family, and the slave family will give this pot of Baihua brewing to the two of you."

Murong Yunyao hurriedly shook her head, and said: "You have to drink sour and fake vinegar, I'm wrong!"

The girl smiled and said, "Could it be that the heroine is willing to offer the 50 taels of silver?"

(End of this chapter)