The more Jia Shijiu thought about it, the more frightened he became. He felt very complicated, and at the same time, a sense of pride and honor aroused.

This is not the most important thing. He can be impressed by his talent. He can do his duty and be ordered to protect Zhao Wujiang. But he has never felt a trace of softness. No matter who he protects, he will always be loyal and only be loyal to one person. That is the current emperor.

But now, there seems to be someone who wants to be loyal in his heart.

There is no way, Lord Zhao called me a friend... Jia Shijiu let out a deep breath and murmured softly:

"Friend A, second friend, will toast, don't stop the cup..."

Since ancient times, there have been differences between superiors and inferiors, including monarchs and ministers, masters and servants, but today Zhao Wujiang calls him friends with Jia Ersan and San. How can this great respect not make him tremble?

He looked at Jia Ersan on the left side of Zhao Wujiang. Both of them looked at each other and saw a tremor in their hearts.

Jia Er San had kind eyebrows and a gentle expression. He was shocked by Zhao Wujiang's talent and felt that Zhao Wujiang's depth was unfathomable.

He was impressed by Zhao Wujiang's gentleness and kindness, humility and closeness. He sighed that women should be tolerant of those who please themselves, and scholars should die for those who are close friends...

The leader of the Jinghai Gang, Hai Baichuan, drank several glasses of wine in succession, with a very complicated expression. He was shocked. Master Zhao's poem kept hovering in his mind.

He savored it over and over again, convinced.

There is no more review in this poem, only the word "good" is the first.

He had never seen such a genius for many years. He was moved by the talent of Lord Zhao and his heart even more.

He didn't believe that with the intelligence and talent of the young man in black robe in front of him, he would not be able to hear the faint targeting in his words just now.

He just wanted to suppress this young man and told the rest of Kyoto that there are only three major gangs, and the rest of the gangs can only be behind, let alone want to seize the glory of the three major gangs!

But he failed, defeated by his strengths and by the young man's heart.

He never thought that his name would appear in this amazing and heroic poem.

The sea and rivers are all the best, and the two friends are going to toast, don’t stop the cup... He smiled bitterly, and he used kindness to repay his grievances with kindness, and entered the poems with the name of the other.

He filled a glass of wine again, and raised his glass to invite him with emotion:

"My friend Zhao, I... I wish you a cup..."

Zhao Wujiang was as calm as ever, as gentle as jade, and a cup of salute.

He wants to integrate all the underground gangs in Kyoto and tie them together.

As winter is approaching, he must make plans early to resist possible future accidents.

"If Xiaoyou Zhao was born in the court, I think he would have the resources of the prime minister." The two deputy pavilions of Chengsheng Pavilion were both old men, with mellow smiles and turbid eyes.

Zhao Wujiang replied with a glass of wine. These two old men gave him a familiar atmosphere, and he must have felt it somewhere.

Just as the wine fell into his sorrow, his mind was inevitably foggy and he couldn't remember it for a moment.

More and more gang representatives began to respect Zhao Wujiang. They went from their original jealousy and mocking to their current feelings and fear. They were not only shocked by Zhao Wujiang's talent, but also influenced by the attitudes of the three major gangs in Kyoto.

For a moment, the meal returned to a scramble. Everyone whispered to drink, and jars of dusty wine were carried into the hall and the mud was uncovered.

"What is life like when drinking and singing?

It’s like morning dew, and the past is full of suffering.

I should be generous with my heart, and I will never forget my worries.

How to relieve worries is Du Kang!”

Under the urging and expectation of everyone, Zhao Wujiang began to shake his head and exhilarate his words again.

A cup of wine flows into the hills and valleys in his chest, and mountains and rivers in his belly. His eyes gradually become blurred, and the people around him are strange and familiar.

"I am a Blue Star, and I am a dream in the Great Xia.

As a foreigner, who knows my voice?”

"The boy drinks wine and falls in autumn, but today he is white in autumn.

The situation in a foreign land is different from that in others, but the east wind is old acquaintance.

If you drink a friend, you can drink a thousand cups of wine, and you can't speak a lot without any speculation.

I know that a bottle of wine in the meal can remember people from all over the world.”

Zhao Wujiang revealed his poems one by one, and wine was an inhibitor, which suppressed his caution, suppressed his worries, suppressed his gentleness, and suppressed his constant depression.

The cage of his mind was loosened. He sat blankly on the table, looking around, and everyone looked different.

"Hurry, record all the poems that Lord Zhao has just recited!"

Hai Baichuan laughed heartily. He had never been so happy for many years. His subordinates used pens and ink, and he recorded them one by one.

The handwriting is neat and has a hidden character, which arouses everyone's praise.

He laughed proudly, and his heart was very happy. He patted Zhao Wujiang on the shoulder and said aloud:

"I and Xiaoyou Zhao fell in love with each other at first sight. Today, it will make it easier for Xiaoyou Zhao to become a brother of the opposite sex. I hope you can testify."

Everyone exclaimed, both shocked and envious. Being valued by the Hai Gang Master was their dream. Now the Hai Gang Master wants to be friends with the Wuya Pavilion Master for ages? It shocked them!

Zhao Wujiang fell backwards and snored heavily, and was caught by Jia Ersan in a hurry.

"Master Hai Gang, the Pavilion Master may be tired. When the Pavilion Master wakes up, I will tell him about what happened today." Jia 2 and 3 halfway up Zhao Wujiang:

"We will send the Pavilion Master back first, and I hope we can understand."

Hai Baichuan was in full swing, and he felt refreshed. He didn't mind at all. He waved his hand:
Chapter completed!