Chapter 111 Good Poetry, Good Wine, What a County King!
Chapter 111 Good poems, good wine, and a good prince!
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Chapter 111 Good poems, good wine, and a good prince!
At night.
The Qingsi Garden is brightly lit and lively.
Since Qin Wei moved out of Qingsi Garden, Qingsi Garden has become a place where the Chief Secretary receives distinguished guests.
When Lan Yuehou came, he naturally wanted to live in Qingsi Garden.
Qin Wei walked into Qingsi Garden with ease.
Before he entered the main hall, he heard the somewhat exaggerated laughter of Marquis Lan Yue.
"Master Tian, I have accepted this great gift, hahaha~~"
"It's so rare that Luzhu takes a health elixir and gives it to Mr. Tian."
As soon as Qin Wei stepped into the main hall, he saw the maid beside Lan Yuehou taking out a porcelain vase and handing it to Tian Sixin.
Bodybuilding Pill, from the name, seems to be a very common pill.
But in fact, the Bodybuilding Pill belongs to the seventh-grade elixir, and it is commercially available and priceless.
The greatest effect of the Bodybuilding Pill is to strengthen the body. Regardless of whether you are a martial artist or not, taking it will have very good effects.
For many high-ranking officials, the value of health elixirs far exceeds most elixirs for improving cultivation.
This Lan Yuehou is a rich man!
When Qin Wei saw this, his eyes lit up.
Just when Qin Wei stepped into the main hall, the lively atmosphere in the hall suddenly stopped.
All the officials stood up with a roar, bowed and said: "Greetings to His Highness the County Prince!"
Lan Yuehou was stunned when he saw this.
He looked at the officials around him, and a strange color flashed in his eyes.
There are more than a dozen officials in this hall, and they are all high-ranking officials in the Tianzhou Sansi Yamen.
Lan Yuehou could not help but be surprised that these officials could be so respectful.
Of course, he was just surprised.
"I've met Prince Xin'an!" He also stood up and held his hands casually.
"Xiao Wang has met the Marquis!"
Qin Wei returned the courtesy, then walked to sit next to Lan Yuehou.
Lan Yuehou looked at the empty chair with a sudden look in his eyes.
Just now he was wondering why there was an empty chair next to it. It turned out to be prepared for Qin Wei.
"My lords, please take a seat!" Qin Wei waved his hand and signaled.
"Thank you, Your Highness!" everyone responded.
Qin Wei's appearance made the originally lively banquet become a bit restrained.
All the officials seemed very uncomfortable around Qin Wei.
It's not their fault, after all, Qin Wei had reorganized the entire officialdom of Tianzhou before.
Being able to sit here at this time does not mean that they have no problems, it is just because Qin Wei does not want to deal with them.
When Lan Yuehou looked at this scene, the look in his eyes became more and more strange.
"Your Highness should be sixteen years old!"
At the age of sixteen, he managed to keep these officials in check, and Lan Yuehou couldn't help but admire him in his heart.
"Well, I heard that the Marquis loves wine, so I specially asked someone to prepare a good wine."
Qin Wei raised his head and gestured to Xiao Shunzi at the door.
Xiao Shunzi immediately came over carrying a gray jar.
On the surface, the jar looks very old, and even the mud seal on it has changed color.
Looking at the wine jar, Lan Yuehou's eyes suddenly lit up.
"What kind of wine is this?"
"Three hundred years of cold brew!" Qin Wei said with a smile.
As a county king, Qin Wei will naturally not be short of good wine and tea. Although he does not accept gifts from officials, the Zhenwu Division will raid his home from time to time, and he will always find some good things.
For example, this 300-year-old Qinghan brew.
There were three jars before. Qin Wei opened one jar and tasted it. It tasted good, but he was not a good drinker, so he drank a few small glasses, and the rest was all cheaper than Yuwen Chengdu, Huoyun Xishen and others.
Qin Wei opened the mud seal, and the rich aroma of wine suddenly spread out and filled the entire lobby.
“It’s really a good wine!”
Lan Yuehou smelled the aroma of the wine and praised it.
"Pour some wine!"
Qin Wei asked Xiao Shunzi to pour wine.
"please!"
"Then I'm not welcome!"
Lan Yuehou picked up the wine glass and drank it with his head raised.
“Good wine!”
Afterwards, the two of them drank one glass at a time.
Drinking with others was quite boring, but drinking with Lan Yuehou made Qin Wei feel more relaxed.
After all, no one else dared to persuade him, but Lan Yuehou was the only one who acted without scruples and kept teasing Qin Wei.
After going back and forth, Qin Wei became slightly drunk and his temper became more relaxed.
"A thousand cups of wine is too little to meet a close friend, please, Lord Marquis!" Qin Wei looked at Lan Yuehou with his drunken eyes and said.
"Okay, Your Highness is so happy, I naturally can't lag behind."
The two drank it all in one gulp. Qin Wei held up the empty jar and said, "Xiao Shunzi, where's the wine?"
"Your Highness, there is no more wine!" Xiao Shunzi said helplessly.
"Isn't there another jar? Go get it quickly." Qin Wei said dissatisfied.
"Haha, it turns out that His Highness still has some good wine hidden away." Lan Yuehou said with a smile.
Xiao Shunzi had no choice but to run back to the Zhenwu Si Yamen to get some wine.
Fortunately, Zhenwusi Yamen was not far from Qingsi Garden, and he came back soon.
After breaking the mud seal, the two started drinking again.
When everyone around him saw this, they all looked at each other in shock.
This Lan Yuehou's words and deeds are all stateless. How come His Highness the County Prince has become so stateless?
A group of people watched the two of them drinking until midnight, when Qin Wei seemed to be drunk.
"I'm drunk and want to sleep, please go away. I want to bring Qin to you tomorrow morning."
"Lanyue Hou, don't forget to come back to me for a drink tomorrow!"
Qin Wei said in a daze.
Lan Yuehou said with a smile on his face, "Your Highness, this is my residence."
"Really? Don't I live here?" Qin Wei looked up at the familiar lobby and said with drunken eyes.
Lan Yuehou drank another glass of wine and said to Xiao Shunzi: "Help Your Highness go back and rest."
"Here!" Xiao Shunzi responded and quickly approached Qin Wei, "Your Highness, it's time for us to go back."
"Yeah!" Qin Wei said seemingly unconsciously.
Xiao Shunzi had no choice but to ask Yu Wencheng to help Qin Wei up.
And everyone in the hall also said goodbye.
For a time, the busy lobby became empty, leaving only leftovers on a table.
Lan Yuehou lifted the wine jar and shook it, then poured a glass of wine and continued drinking.
"Sir, this Prince of Xin'an County seems to be very simple." The old man came closer and said softly.
"Haha, of course it's not easy!"
Lan Yuehou sipped his wine and said, "Our Emperor seems to have lost his sight, hahaha~~"
The old man was stroking his long beard and looking at the empty courtyard in trance.
"I can't see through it."
"If you can't see through it, you can't see through it. It has nothing to do with us!"
Lan Yuehou poured another glass of wine and said, "I'm so drunk that I'm ready to go to sleep. I'll bring you my harp tomorrow morning. Good poems, good wine, and what a great prince you are!"
…
Phew~~
After walking out of Qingsi Garden, Qin Wei let out a long breath, and his drunken eyes became much clearer.
"Your Highness, you are not drunk!" Xiao Shunzi said in surprise when he saw him like this.
Qin Wei stood up straight, "Fortunately, I didn't drink and lie down!"
The 300-year-old Qinghan brew is good, but the alcohol content is a bit impressive, probably only around ten degrees.
Although he has not developed a drinking capacity, his innate physique is enough to help him recover from hangovers quickly.
So he drank several kilograms of wine and was only a little tipsy.
"It turns out that His Highness is pretending to be drunk!" Xiao Shunzi suddenly said.
Qin Wei walked towards the Zhenwu Division and said, "I don't really like drinking. I just want to get to know Lan Yuehou. How can I get drunk?"
"Then how much does Your Highness know about Lan Yuehou?" Xiao Shunzi asked curiously.
"What do you think?" Qin Wei looked at him with a smile.
Xiao Shunzi thought for a while and said: "This Lan Yuehou looks uninhibited and rude, but in fact he is very measured and has no disrespect to His Highness."
"And his four maids are all very beautiful. Your Highness, do you think this Lan Yuehou is still lecherous?"
Qin Wei laughed dumbly, "Have you noticed the cultivation of his four maids?"
"Uh, no." Xiao Shunzi scratched his head and said.
Qin Wei looked at Yuwen Chengdu again.
"It should be a ninth-grade warrior!" Yuwen Chengdu said.
"Where are the four guards?" Qin Wei asked again.
"He is also a ninth-grade warrior."
"Where's the old man?"
Yuwen Chengdu frowned slightly and said, "I can't tell the depth."
"If you can't tell the difference, it means his cultivation is far superior to yours." Qin Wei said.
Let’s not talk about Lan Yuehou’s cultivation level, but let’s talk about the old servants, maids and guards around Lan Yuehou.
One innate warrior and eight ninth-grade warriors.
"This Lan Yuehou must have a deep secret!" Qin Wei said softly.
There are many masters in the court, but they would never be placed next to a marquis. Not to mention the marquis, not even Prince An and Ping would have so many masters.
…
Yunzhou border.
There is a big difference between the north and south borders of Dali. The northern border is mainly for defense, so many piers and fortresses were built, while the southern border is mountainous and forested, so there are only a few forts used as military garrison.
Nanyang City is the largest garrison of the Yunzhou frontier army. The city wall is ten feet high and it is located on the bank of the Nanyuan River. There are 100,000 troops in the city, which deters the three barbarian kingdoms southwest of Dali.
The night sky is quiet and the bright moon hangs high.
The Nanyuan River surges endlessly.
In the cool breeze, Changping Hou Maojiang, wearing cold iron armor, stood on the majestic city wall, staring at the rushing river.
The moonlight is clear and cold, the river is surging, and the waves are rolling.
Mao Jiang rubbed his brows and exhaled a breath of hot breath.
Next to him was a middle-aged man wearing a blue-grey gown. The man wore a jade crown, had a ruddy complexion, and exuded a steady and solid temperament. Looking from a distance, he gave people a strong sense of oppression.
"Brother Yunshan, we have been exposed!"
"I thought we could hide for a while, but we didn't expect to be exposed now!"
Mao Jiang said with a headache.
Gong Yunshan stood with his hands behind his back, his long gown rustling, and said, "You are the only one who is exposed."
"So?" Mao Jiang said with some dissatisfaction.
Gong Yunshan smiled softly and said casually: "As long as you can hold off Lan Yuehou, we still have a lot of time."
"Lan Yuehou!"
Mao Jiang was filled with depression and uneasiness.
Eight thousand bright moons rise into the clouds, but a hundred thousand soldiers and cavalry cannot pass the test.
When he thought of Lan Yuehou's Mingyue Army, Mao Jiang's heart beat like a drum.
He had personally seen the Mingyue Army display its might in Yunyan City. It was he who persisted in Yunyan City for more than a month before receiving support from the Mingyue Army.
At that time, he had not yet inherited the title of Marquis, but he had already made considerable military exploits in the northern frontier army and became the commander-in-chief of Yunyan City.
For him, the Battle of Yunyan City was not only a tragic battle that he did not want to recall, but also a battle full of glory and glory.
It was precisely because of the Battle of Yunyan City that his status in the Dali Army continued to improve. After inheriting the position of marquis, he was promoted to the commander-in-chief of the Yunzhou border army.
For more than ten years, he has been guarding the border of Yunzhou for Dali. Although he has not made any great achievements during this period, his prestige in Yunzhou is getting higher and higher.
"Maybe I can't delay it too long!" Mao Jiang said.
Gong Yunshan frowned slightly, "The Mingyue Army only has eight thousand soldiers, but you have an army of two hundred thousand under your command."
"Brother Yunshan, when I was loyal to Dali, I had 200,000 troops under my command, and all the officials in Yunzhou were willing to submit to me. But after betraying Dali, no one knows how many of the 200,000 troops under my command are left.
Not sure!"
Mao Jiang said helplessly.
The prosperity of Dali has long been deeply rooted in the hearts of the people. The loyalty of the generals and officers in the army has never been to the commander-in-chief of an army, but to the whole of Dali, to the Emperor of Li sitting on the dragon throne.
If Mao Jiang is a loyal minister and good general of Dali, they will naturally be willing to follow Mao Jiang, but if Mao Jiang is a traitor and a rebellious minister, will they be willing to follow Mao Jiang and become a rebel?
"As the commander-in-chief of an army, but unable to control the soldiers under his command, Mao Jiang, are you a little incompetent?" Gong Yunshan said unceremoniously.
Mao Jiang glanced at him and turned to look at the rushing river.
He didn't want to talk to this stupid guy anymore.
I am incompetent, you are an idiot.
Do you think that just because you are the three island masters of Xiaoyao Island, you can command thousands of troops?
You are also at a higher level of cultivation.
Well, this guy must have lost his mind as a result of practicing cultivation!
He complained in his mind.
Gong Yunshan is very strong, but he is only strong. In terms of troop formation, he is not as good as a guerrilla general in the army.
"Forget it, I will try my best to hold off Lan Yuehou."
No matter what Shang Yunshan's brain is, now he has to rely on the support of Xiaoyao Island.
He chose this road by himself, and now it's too late to regret it. He can only go to the dark side in one way.
"We still need two to three years." Gong Yunshan said.
"I will try my best!" Mao Jiang said.
Two to three years is not a short time, but the terrain in the three southwest states is complex, and Mao Jiang is still very confident if he wants to strategically delay time.
Gong Yunshan nodded, "The Nanli tribe will help you."
Mao Jiang narrowed his eyes, turned back to look at him suddenly, and said with a gloomy face: "You actually cooperate with the barbarians?"
"No?" Gong Yunshan said nonchalantly.
"Of course not!" Mao Jiang said angrily.
"In order to achieve great things, some things need to be endured."
"Do you know that my son died at the hands of those barbarians?" Mao Jiang's face turned red and he looked at Gong Yunshan with resentment.
"It's precisely because I know that I came here in person." Gong Yunshan looked at Mao Jiang calmly.
"you!"
Mao Jiang looked at him coldly.
There are some things that he doesn't care about, but there are some things that he absolutely doesn't allow.
"I won't let those barbarians step into Nanyang City!"
He said in a cold voice, and then walked away.
Gong Yunshan looked at his leaving figure quietly, not feeling any surprise or feeling any anger in his heart.