Xu's Tavern, which was about to close, welcomed a drinker at this moment.
"Bring all the spirits here!" Wang Shang Zhuoyang gently threw a piece of gold on the counter, and then the boss said the word "close the store" back in his mouth.
Then, jars and jugs of wine were brought to the newly wiped wooden table.
The wine is not good because the store is not a big one.
After patting open the mud seal, there was a rough grain aroma in the wine. The coarse wine tasted astringent, but it suited Zhuo Yang's mood at the moment.
Xiliu hurriedly chased in from outside, looking at the king sitting in the corner of the dilapidated shop, holding a porcelain bowl of sea drink, his face full of confusion and doubt.
Walking carefully behind him, Xiliu watched him drain several bottles of wine in a row, and finally couldn't help but persuade him softly, "Tomorrow is the final election, it's better for you to drink less!"
"Final choice?!" Zhuo Yang lowered his bowl and smiled bitterly, "I have worked so hard, but I just wanted to be the person she wanted, but in the end...she died because of me...God, you really want to
Playing tricks on me like this..."
He was obviously drunk, and his voice was slurred. Xiliu was confused and said, "Sir, you are drunk!"
"It's good to be drunk!" Zhuo Yang raised his hand and slapped away another jar of wine on the table, "It's rare to get drunk in life, let me get drunk tonight!"
Early in the morning, not far from the city outside the city, the area near the National Division Grand Arena was crowded with spectators who had arrived early.
In order to get a good seat, many people came even before dawn.
The royal elite cavalry appeared again. This time, they were escorted by not one, but two chariots.
The black chariot in the front was naturally Mingyue's vehicle, and the one in the back was escorted by more than a hundred temple cavalry in addition to the fine cavalry and imperial guards.
The white and luxurious car as white as snow indicates the identity of its owner.
"Unexpectedly, the Holy Son of Light is here too!"
"Yes, yes, it's really bad. I drove more than a hundred miles to see it. I didn't expect that I would be lucky enough to catch a glimpse of the Holy Son of Light!"
…
People moved away like a tide, making way for a path.
Under the Supreme Stage, the bright moon walked down the carriage. Ming Che, who was in the car behind him, turned his head to look at Zhuo Ya, who was sitting next to him disguised as a young eunuch, and reminded him in a low voice, "There are temple knights all around. If you don't obey, you will be here."
I can’t save you even then!”
Zhuo Ya rolled her eyes, "Can I run away like this?!"
Mingche looked at the ropes binding her hands and feet, with an apologetic look in his eyes, "I'm sorry, but I did this for your safety, so I hope you'll forgive me!"
Zhuo Ya glanced at him sideways and said nothing.
Mingche pulled the thin blanket to cover her body, then got out of the carriage and told everyone around her, "No one is allowed to get even half a step closer to my carriage without my order!"
"Yes!" Everyone around him respectfully agreed, and several temple knights immediately gathered around and surrounded his carriage.
He is the Holy Son of Light, and he usually has a very easy-going temperament. Today, he is rarely so domineering. Who dares to disobey?!
After taking a look at the carriage, Mingche finally turned around, followed Mingyue up to the stand, and sat down in his seat next to Mingyue.
The two of them, one dressed in black clothes with snow-covered hair, the other dressed in snow-covered black hair, with the same exquisiteness but different auras, suddenly became a bright scenery in the stands, attracting the attention of many people.