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Zhuo Yujin rushed home in a daze. He heard a cry as soon as he walked to the door of the master bedroom.

She opened the curtain and stepped across the threshold, and she was stunned when she saw Fan Lan with pale complexion and red eyes.

"Mother, what's going on? Tell your daughter that the family will work together to get through the storm." Holding the woman's cold hands, Zhuo Yujin's heart sank to the bottom, and her voice trembled slightly.

For her only daughter, Fan Lan naturally cared. At this moment, she took her kerchief and wiped her tears away, and explained with a hiss: "Your father raised a woman outside and is pregnant in her belly. If she gives birth to a boy, In the future, all the family business of Zhuo Mansion will be left to the wicked species to inherit, and our mother and daughter will become outsiders."

Zhuo Yujin only felt that he was listening. The reason why Qingfengxiao became an imperial wine was all because of the face of the Fan family. Did his father intend to tear his face with the General Mansion by doing this?

Fan Lan's distress is overwhelmed when he puts his daughter's hard-hit appearance into his eyes, "Zhuo Xiaotong is not a fool. When he returns to the house, my mother will make it clear that he will not do too much."

When she said this, there was a bitter taste in her mouth. In order to marry Zhuo Xiaotong, she did so many wrong things. She thought she would not regret it. How could she have thought that the gentle and courteous man was a man? The beast, he has forgotten the oath he once made.

Biting the tip of his tongue hard, the sharp tingling made Fan Lan sober a lot, and the grief and anger in his eyebrows gradually turned into indifference.

As the top brewer of the Great Zhou Dynasty, Yan Tao's reputation has reached a household name, and many people have read through his wine list.

Some people value fame and don't want to get involved with the inferior wines, so they simply let out the words, saying that they will never set foot in the Huanjia restaurant from now on.

If only ordinary people said this, it would not have much impact, but the second son of the Ningping Houfu also wrote an article that also revealed his contempt for Qing. As a prince attending student, Chai Lang was quite talented. Many scholars took him as an example. After hearing the news, they followed suit, as if Huan’s wine were unbearable dirt.

Although the capital is at the feet of the emperor, there are still not many people who can afford sake. Scholars are also a huge source of customers. Now Chai Lang said that the business of the wine shop has been deserted a lot.

The shop closed early that day, and Huanmu leaned against the counter and couldn’t help sighing, “We’ve been in the capital for less than half a year, and we have never dealt with the Ninh Binh Mansion, let alone offended. Being mean, deliberately making things difficult?"

Zhuo Lian poured the leftovers on the table coldly into the wooden barrel, Jiaomei's face seemed to be covered with frost, and her expression was not good.

"If my daughter-in-law guessed correctly, Chai Lang did this for two reasons: First, literati and inexperienced people like to drink alcohol. As a prince, he went into and out of the palace quite a few times and was very familiar with the people of Guanglu Temple; Second, he is afraid that he has met Zhuo Yujin."

According to the original plot, Zhuo Yujin will eventually marry to the Ninh Binh Hou Mansion, but it is a pity that the marriage partner is not Chai Lang, but his brother Chai Yu.

"Does the matter have something to do with the Zhuo family?"

Zhuo Lian shook his head lightly, "It is still uncertain, but the world is full of benefits, and the world's hustle and bustle are all benefits. If there is really no relationship, with Chai Lang's identity, it will not be difficult to get through with our wine shop."

The Chai family is honorable, how can it have anything to do with ordinary merchants? Because of this, everyone will attribute the wrong place to the Huan’s restaurant, and believe that this restaurant is unbearable, which will cause waves of notoriety.

Before they could clean up the front hall, suddenly there was a sound of footsteps.

Following the reputation, Zhuo Lian saw a handsome man standing at the threshold, holding a folding fan in his hand, and slightly raised eyes with imperceptible disgust.

"Guest, the shop is closed." Chi Zhong said with a smile on his face.

The man did not respond. He walked into the hall and saw Zhuo Lian's face. He couldn't help frowning and asked, "You are the Huan Zhuo family?"

Throwing the rag back into the basin, Zhuo Lian straightened her waist and slowly nodded.

"I wonder what the son has ordered?"

Chai Lang had heard of the Huan Zhuo family from Zhuo Yujin a long time ago, and his face couldn't help but sink when he thought of what she had done.

"Although Qing Wu Bottom comes from the mouth of a former poet, just talking about the name, it is too similar to Qing Feng Xiao, don't you feel ashamed?" Because of preconceptions, his tone is really not good.

Even if the young man did not report his family, Zhuo Lian had guessed his identity after hearing these words, it must be Chai Lang.

"Dare to ask the son, have you ever tasted the bottomless?"

Seeing that Huan Zhuo didn't answer the question, the dissatisfaction in Chai Lang's eyes became more intense, "How did you drink it? What if you haven't drunk it?"

"The little women's family rushed from Bianzhou to the capital. Before they could get a firm foothold, the sake sold in the store was rated as the most inferior sake by the master of the Liangjian Department. The dirty water kept splashing on them. Shameless, or are those masters seeking fame?"

Even if Chai Lang came from an extraordinary background, Zhuo Lian was not afraid to confront him. The Yangmei plague near the capital was controlled by Renzhonghuangwan and Qingrejiedu Tang. Emperor Dehong loved his people like a son and would never treat him badly.

That being the case, what is the point of arguing with the son of Ninh Binh Houfu?

Huan Yun is also smart. At this moment, she walked forward with the wine jar, poured the clear and transparent wine into the bowl, and whispered: "My son, the quality of the unrefined product is good or bad. You must taste it to tell the difference. "

The little girl was born with a tender face before her eleven-year-old birthday, and she looked like she was eight or nine years old. Even if Chai Lang had no interest in the entire Huan family, she would not embarrass a child.

He glanced at the pale blue liquor, took a sip from the porcelain bowl, and the impatience on Jun's face instantly solidified, his complexion turned blue and white, unpredictable.

Seeing this, the young man who was following Chai Lang thought that the wine was poisonous, and said anxiously: "My son, but I'm not feeling well? The servant will go and ask the doctor!"

"No need!"

The young man gritted his teeth before spitting out such a sentence.

Zhuo Lian didn't scan his eyes, raised his hand to cover the wine jar, and said lightly: "You are noble, and you want to come to drink a lot of good wine. It deserves to be classified as the last wretched wine."

In Chai Lang's view, Huan Zhuo's scheming is quite deep and the methods are very harsh, otherwise, how would he instigate those gangsters to go to Zhuo's shop? But no matter what her character is, what she said is quite reasonable. The bottomless quality is high, and it is a hundred times stronger than ordinary mash. The judgment of the wine record is indeed unfair.

"Why doesn't the son speak?"

Zhuo Lian asked deliberately, but didn't intend to get Chai Lang's answer, but blinked at Huan Yun.

"Yun'er, go back soon. Uncle Fu has made Sydney soup. The weather is getting warmer. Drinking some soup can also reduce your anger."

The little girl should be obedient, smiled sweetly at her mother, and ran away hurriedly.

Huanmu Qu's and others were in the front hall. Feeling their gaze on them, Chai Lang gritted his teeth, and waves of embarrassment filled his heart.

"Huan Zhuo, let the matter of drinking and water aside for now, why did you send someone to Zhuo's house to make trouble?"

Yang Wu was originally a military man. Even if he left the barracks for a long time, his temperament has not changed. He can't help refuting: "This son, you don’t look like a fool because of your good looks. That group of people was found by Zhuo Yujin. We taught the ruffian a lesson. They would come to retaliate when they held a grudge. In such a result, Zhuo's family is completely responsible for it, and the least bit of resentment!"

Chai Lang was speechless by this tall man. He was full of poems and books, but he didn't know what to say at this moment.

Seeing the young woman gloating, he clenched fists with both hands, panting heavily, and looked quite embarrassed.

Zhuo Lian stretched his head and looked out, and found that it was getting dark, and said, "I said before. The shop is closed. If you have nothing else, please come back tomorrow."

For some reason, upon hearing such words, the depression in Chailang was like mist in the morning, disappearing in a moment, he settled and asked:

"Do you know who I am?"

Zhuo Lian bent down, took out the rag soaked in the water, and twisted it dry to wipe the tabletop.

"If the little lady is right, you should be the second son of the Ninh Binh Hou Mansion, and you don’t know what the shop has done wrong, so that you have made your honorable and made an article to demean the shop. The wretched wine."

Chai Lang raised his hand and touched the tip of his nose, and coughed, "It's not a wretched wine, it's Qing Wu and Jin Bo. The wine record was unfairly judged, and Chai was too sloppy. I'm sorry."

Zhuo Lian nodded carelessly, and suddenly a tall figure appeared in his sight. Who else could there be if it wasn't Huan Shen?

She hurried forward, took the crucian carp from the young man, and asked as she walked: "Can the epidemic in Lianhua Town be brought under control?"

Huan Shen stared at the woman for an instant, and replied, "Just as my sister-in-law said, that old way is a master hermit. How can the prescription he developed produce flaws?"

After finishing speaking, he turned around and arched his hands at Chai Lang, "I don't know the distinguished guests come to the door, Huan Mou has missed a long way to welcome him, please forgive me, Chai Shidu."

Chai Lang was almost overwhelmed by the embarrassment. Since Huan Shen recovered from his injury, he has been reused by Emperor Dehong and was named a fifth-rank guerrilla general. The grade is far incomparable.

Moreover, with Huan Shen's patience, he must have known the articles he had written a long time ago, and Chai Lang felt at a loss for what to do now.

"General Huan is polite."

Zhuo Lian completely ignored the two people who were talking. After finishing her work, she opened the curtain and went directly to the backyard. Seeing her coming, Zhen Lin hurriedly poured a bowl of Sydney soup, her little face was full of distress. .

"Sister Zhuo has lost a lot of weight recently, so she can make up for it. Otherwise, if she loses her body, it will be a lifelong event."

"How old are you and Niang Yun, one or two are like the little housekeeper. In summer, you have a poor appetite, and it makes sense to be thinner." Zhuo Lian explained, laughing and crying.

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