Tonight, it was so unhappy that Yu'er still went back to the guest room with Huaying and Lin Fan to rest. It was just about to be on the agenda tomorrow, so she and Zhuge Sansheng rushed back to Baiyun City together.

Zhuge Sansheng's alcohol addiction was not yet fulfilled, so he asked the waiter to bring two jars of wine. After drinking one jar, he finally seemed a little drunk. He sighed: "It's better to drink alone than to drink each other!" After sighing, he picked up another jar of wine and walked down the left corner.

The "tuberculosis" in the left corner did not leave the whole process, of course his presence was not very high, because he drank his own wine and coughed his own cough, which looked like a lonely patient in his late age.

Zhuge Sansheng sat down without hesitation, took a big bowl in person, and handed it to the man, saying, "Drink more, drink more, wine can cure diseases than magic pills. After a few bowls of wine, everything will come true."

The 'Tuberillo' held it and coughed twice, muttering: "Whatever you want is done...Whatever you want is done, you will be reborn...Return to life..."

"Oppa, I have thoughts in my heart, and dreams at night. Everything I want in my dreams will come true, and I will come back to life in my dreams." Zhuge Sansheng curled his lips and poured a bowl of wine himself. He couldn't drink as much sorrow as a "sick tuberculosis". He drank alcohol was just a thought.

The "Tubercopist" slurped the wine in one sip, threw away the bowl, lifted the wine jar, and wanted to change the seat to continue drinking. However, Zhuge Sansheng pressed his shoulder and refused to let him go.

"Ahem! What are you... going to do?" He looked back, his eyes full of sorrow and sorrow.

Zhuge Sansheng looked around the inn and said, "It's late at night. You and I are the only ones who drink here in this inn. Why not order a few dishes and make a companion?"

He said disdainfully: "Everyone avoids me, aren't you afraid that I will spread the disease to you?"

Zhuge Sansheng said: "You have such a severe cough. You can't even lift the bowl, but I saw that you are riding a horse and walking well... Even though you are sick, you are definitely not tuberculosis and will never be out of reach."

The 'sick tuberculosis' put his face under the fire. This face is not considered firm, but it will never be weak - Yuwen Liuyue is definitely not a terminally ill person.

"Are you sick?" Zhuge Sansheng handed over another bowl of wine.

Yuwen Liuyue suddenly smiled, looked at the bowl of wine in front of her, and asked back, "As the person said before, you are not a fool, and your legs have not shrunk, so why do you need to be a wheelchair?"

Zhuge Sansheng said: "Whether your legs are good or not is different from sitting in a wheelchair. Can people with good legs and feet not be able to make a wheelchair?"

Yuwen Liuyue immediately said: "Whether I have illness or coughing is different. Can people who are not sick have coughs?"

"You're such a weird guy."

“We are not normal.”

"I have no purpose, but simply don't want to walk on foot. This wheelchair is like my horse, and you..."

"Even if I have a purpose, what's the matter with you?" Yuwen Liuyue simply stopped drinking and got up and walked upstairs.

Zhuge Sansheng rubbed his nose, and his words made him unable to refute it. However, what suddenly appeared, which was different from ordinary people, would be more affected in the future than ordinary people. From qualitative change to quantitative change, to tiny to grandeur, it is often strange things that are "involved" by them.

"Waiting." He called out. The next moment he heard a 'swoosh' sound, and Waiting in black appeared beside him:

"Three Young Master, what are the instructions?"

"How did this person's origin be found?" he asked.

You Yi shook his head and said, "There is no considerable news, but it is certain that he is the only one who comes."

He said, "This must not be an ordinary person, so you will stay and see him in the next few days. I will go back to Baiyun City with that girl."

You Yi said worriedly: "The snow in Baiyun Mountain will still be thick tomorrow. Besides, the woman is a witch, so she is afraid that her poisoning will harm the young master..."

He waved his hand and said, "You don't have to worry about me. If I, Zhuge Sansheng, can't even deal with a woman, I will probably be laughed to death if I say it out." He said to You Yi again, "But you, the martial arts of the 'sick tuberculosis' must be no less than you. I could tell him that he was very wise. Such a person will never show his fox tail easily. In short, you must be careful. If there is any strange thing, you must not act without authorization."

He picked up another bowl of wine, but hesitated for a long time but didn't drink it. Instead, he threw it on the table, pinching his eyebrows and becoming sad:

"After experiencing bloody storms on the battlefield, I have to go back to this city to see the swords and swords. It's really tiring to have a busy life."

So he started to walk without his feet, nor did he kill people by himself, and kept smiling at all times... For his own reasons, this is called enjoying life in the cracks of the devastated world.

You Yi rubbed his shoulders and back for him and advised him: "Now that Shu Mountain has been flat, the revival of Baiyun City has also been put on the agenda. The young master may be able to do some of his own private affairs."

"Private affairs?" He scratched his head, "This has not happened for a long time..."

You Yi said: "The young master is not young. The old man and his wife's long-cherished wish is that the young master can start a family and start a business earlier so that the old Zhuge family's smart mind will not be cut off."

Zhuge Sansheng stroked his chin and said, "According to what you say, you are not young. If you like a girl from a family, tell me, with my head, I will definitely send her to you shyly."

You Yi smiled bitterly and shook his head: "The young master has not yet gotten married, how dare I make more personal troubles? I want to see the young master get married and see the young master be born. Then I considered marrying a wife."

"Haha, whether you can get it or not is a problem..."

You Yi said firmly: "I dare not say much if I live or get this, but the young master must have lived longer than me. This is true."

"I have calculated a fortune telling for both of us. We can live a hundred years of life in our family!" Of course he was a lie. He knew in his heart that if we count the heavens and the earth, we should not count ourselves. On the one hand, life and death must be based on heaven.

Youzhi chuckled and suddenly asked, "By the way, I saw that the young master was very interested in the woman with hair loss today. She lives in Room No. 7 on the second floor today. Can the young master want her tonight?"

Zhuge Sansheng shook his head and smiled: "If I want her to spend the night with me, I can think of at least seven or eight ways now, but the melon is not sweet. Besides, my legs and feet are inconvenient now, don't expect her to move by herself, right?"

"Young Master is really versatile and 'comprehensive'..."

"Haha, you are smart and smart. All you can do is smart people - help me go back to your room to rest."

...

The next morning, because of the merchants' journey, the post station began to operate early, and the postman from Baiyun City also brought the first letter from the northwest.

"Old Song! Come and give me two jars of fine wine. Those who travel thousands of miles at night are almost exhausted." The postman got off the horse and sat down to ask for wine.

Zhuge San got up early and sent someone to prepare breakfast. The three of them walked out of the guest room as soon as possible. All three of them returned to their daughter's costumes, and they got off the stairs. None of them was willing to leave the inn with seven or eight pairs of eyes.

Hua Ying said softly: "Why are the men in Baiyun City so crazy? Have you never seen a woman?"

Lin Fan smiled and said, "There are naturally fewer women in Baiyun City than in Phoenix City, but their gender customs here are very similar to those in Phoenix City. They are women who are inferior to men, haha..."

Only Yu'er is worried. She still remembers the pain of yesterday's "broken bones" until now. Look at Zhuge Sansheng, she dare not look directly at him.

Zhuge Sansheng can no longer show his appearance. How could the world's most intelligent person fall under the pomegranate skirt? So he pinched his thighs and wanted to divert his attention. But all this flower shadow caught his eyes and she looked down on her:

"It seems that this young man's legs are still bloody and painful. I really can't figure out why you can't walk."

Zhuge Sansheng didn't think about explaining, but just greeted the three of them, "Three girls, come and have breakfast quickly. The rice porridge will be bad if it is cold."

The three of them sat down without any appreciation, and Lin Fan said, "My sister is going to be taken away. Who is still in the mood to eat? The young master should enjoy it alone."

Zhuge Sansheng curled his lips and threw down his chopsticks: "The three beauties are so beautiful. They have already eaten too much after they go, so I won't eat anymore. Let's go."

At this time, the postman sitting on the left was impatient and heard him urging him: "Hey, waiter, what's going on in your inn? I asked you to come to two jars of fine wine, why are you so naughty?"
Chapter completed!