Knock on Jade: Concubine Qiao Plays Evil Emperor

Chapter 372 Pretty Concubine Playing Evil Emperor 392
At dusk at the end of summer, the sun has lost its heat, and it is lazily scattered in front of Qingfeng Jiulu, as if coating it with a golden halo.

A short man with a beard stands in front of the counter selling alcohol, and he weighs several layers of bricks on his feet. If you take these bricks away, you can't see the boss from the outside, although he has been standing There.

The boss is too short.

Because the boss is dressed up by snow geese with a beard.

Mengyi once told her that when she was not here, Qingfeng Jiulong would hand over to Xueyan to take care of it.

The day after Mengyi said this, she disappeared, and Xueyan had nowhere to go anyway, and she had nothing to do, so she just took over the job.

After becoming the owner of Qingfeng Jiulu, Xueyan felt that this Jiulu was really interesting, there were all kinds of people, and there were all kinds of strange things.

No, a middle-aged man came in, carrying a jug, holding the jug tightly, as if the jug was his life, he came here almost every day, like this, drinking a jug of wine , drink slowly, drink from morning to noon, come back in the afternoon, make another jug ​​of wine, drink from afternoon to night, finish drinking and go away.I have never heard him speak, and he always points to his precious jug when he drinks.

Xueyan decided that he was dumb.

With a sound of "ding", the wine pot of the middle-aged man was suddenly shattered.

The wine flowed down.

The middle-aged man was still holding on to the fragments of the flagon.

This flagon is so precious.

Xueyan heard a voice saying: "Your wine is not good, you are not strong."

When the middle-aged man heard this, a smile spread across his face. That smile was brilliant, innocent, and pure to the level of a baby.

The baby jug was smashed by someone, still laughing, it was really strange to plug it, but what was even more strange was that everyone saw the jug shattered, and no one knew how it was broken.

A master, definitely a master.

"Brother, I want to drink, please." A voice in the corner said, Xue Yan followed the voice and looked over. The person who spoke was not too tall, but not too short. He was very shabby and had gray hair. He was just a middle-aged man who was very unrefined and down-and-out. It was the first time Xueyan saw this man. This man looked very poor, but he even invited people to drink. Poor and generous can't do this!

The middle-aged man walked over with a smile, and the two of them exchanged cups and drank happily, as if they were friends at first sight.

Xueyan was too confused, and became very interested in these two people.

(End of this chapter)