The two of them ate and drank, chatting happily. Zhao Ling suddenly put down his wine cup and sighed: "The Imperial Master has worked so hard to govern the place. I am really ashamed of myself."
Lu Yan stopped his chopsticks and asked in confusion: "Oh, Mr. Pingyuan, what do you mean?"
At this time, the housekeeper ran in, holding a booklet in his hand.
When Zhao Ling saw this, he scolded: "Why don't you send it to the Imperial Master for inspection?"
Lu Yan took the booklet, which contained statistics on the various metal products owned by Mr. Pingyuan. They had been divided into categories and organized in great detail.
He flipped through it hastily and showed a surprised expression, "You have three thousand guests, Mr. Pingyuan is worthy of the name of a young master."
Zhao Ling shook his head and smiled bitterly, "In order to guard Handan, I recruited and armed many people. Now that I am under the rule of Qin, I am asking for trouble for my previous actions.
The so-called name of Lord Pingyuan, the mausoleum is just borrowing the shadow of the ancestors, but in fact it is not worthy of it. Please stop making fun of me, Master."
Lu Yan slapped the booklet on the case, picked up the wine jar hanging over the charcoal fire, and drank a sip of wine for himself, "Pingyuan Lord, you don't have to worry about this. From what I can see, all the monarchs of the Zhao Kingdom and the ministers of civil and military affairs have
,Except General Li Mu, the others are not comparable to you.
Prince Pingyuan can write to our king and ask his family members to study in Qin schools, or to serve in the army. Li Zuoche is said to be highly valued by our king when he is in Xianyang. The prosperity of a clan can only rely on ancestor Yun or the head of the family.
How can we support it for a long time?"
Zhao Ling was startled by his sudden boldness and said with a smile: "What the Imperial Master said is absolutely true. Ling will definitely think about it carefully."
"This Baili Qingshuo, both in name and taste, suits my taste. I am really lucky to be entertained by Mr. Pingyuan today."
Lu Yan continued "Tons, tons, tons" as he spoke, as if a certain switch had been turned on, and his behavior became a little wanton.
Zhao Ling's brows jumped when he saw it, and a ridiculous idea flashed in his mind: Could this Lu Yan be drunk?
He immediately shook his head and rejected the idea. Just kidding, can Lu Yan get drunk with his martial arts skills?
"No, no, it's Ling's honor that Bo Jiu can be praised by the Imperial Master."
"I don't usually drink well, but there are only two times that I remember particularly well. One was at the Xingzhe Wine Shop in Xianyang City. The second time was on the day of my wedding to Nong Yu."
"Walker's Wine Shop?" Zhao Ling remembered. He remembered that time when Lu Yan got drunk and destroyed half of his shop.
He suddenly felt a little panicked and said with a forced smile: "The Imperial Master was drunk and sang a song that day, which shocked the world. Who in the world does not admire the elegant demeanor of the Imperial Master?"
"Hahaha, I was young and frivolous at that time. What kind of princess of Qi or Chu is not a jade? What does it have to do with me! Looking back on all that happened back then, I still feel sad." Lu Yan laughed, put down the empty jar, and wiped it.
corner of mouth.
"The deep love between the Imperial Master and his wife is truly enviable."
"On the day of my wedding, the king personally came to congratulate me. There were many famous scholars talking and laughing, but no white people came and went. Master Kuangxiu played the piano, and Mr. Gai Nie danced the sword. The scene was like a hall full of drunken guests, three thousand guests, and a sword that was frosty and cold.
Four States.”
Lu Yan's blows became more and more outrageous, and then he started to dance. His deep internal energy spread out in all directions without control, and everything in the lobby trembled slightly.
Zhao Ling looked tentatively into Lu Yan's eyes and found that his eyes were indeed erratic.
No! I'm afraid that Lu Yan is really not good at drinking as the rumors say! Then I——
"Mr. Pingyuan! Please order me to serve you more wine, and let me share my eternal sorrow~"
Lu Yan swayed and stretched out his hand lightly. It seemed like a soft movement, but the energy in it was like an arrow leaving the string.
"Hey~" A clear sword chant sounded, and the white jade sword cut off this invisible energy.
Zhao Ling stared at him seriously with his sword in hand and shouted repeatedly: "Master National Preceptor? Master National Preceptor!"
"What a sword! I've seen many killing swords, but this is the first time I've seen a full-body jade sword. Let me have a look."
Lu Yan's eyes widened, he quickly approached with strange steps, and grabbed the jade sword with one hand.
Zhao Ling saw that this was all a flaw, frowned and stabbed out with his sword. Unexpectedly, Lu Yan clamped the jade sword between his fingers and swung it out with his other hand to grab the sword. He immediately kicked off one foot, flipped over, and the jade sword passed by.
Two fingers came out, and he turned around and stabbed.
The two of them started fighting in the lobby, their sword energy flowing wildly and their strength soaring.
The sound of fighting attracted many diners, who rushed in to help their master without saying a word.
"Your Majesty!"
"Protect your Majesty!"
"Go together."
Lu Yan successfully grabbed the jade sword in the air, stroked the sword and laughed: "Okay, this kind of lively atmosphere is the right atmosphere for drinking, Mr. Pingyuan knows me."
"Hmm~" Zhao Ling fell to the ground, took three steps back, looked up at Lu Yan's arrogant and wanton smile, and felt suspicious in his heart.
This style is very different from usual. He uses martial arts moves in a chaotic manner. His eyes are wandering and his center of gravity is disordered. He really looks like he is drunk.
But it stands to reason that if he is using his energy like this, he should be relieved of his alcoholism. Is he pretending to be drunk, or is he really drunk? If he is pretending to be drunk, what is the purpose?
While he was thinking this way, more than ten diners were beaten to the ground.
"Xiqu Jade Sword, hahaha, so happy! Mr. Pingyuan, I am committed to your friend."
Lu Yan fell to the ground and fell down without losing his balance. He snored loudly and the jade sword was carelessly scattered on the ground.
Zhao Ling looked at the group of diners who were wailing all over the floor, and the Imperial Master who was sleeping soundly in the middle. He put his hand on his forehead and closed his eyes.
…
In front of the Imperial Master's Mansion in Handan, Ju Shuang brought the drunk Lu Yan into the house with a cold face.
Zhao Ling saluted and said goodbye to Nongyu: "Mrs. Nongyu, if you have bothered me so much, I will take my leave."
"Thank you so much Mr. Pingyuan for what happened today."
Nongyu watched him get on the carriage, then turned around and walked quickly into the house.
"Ah ha~ um~"
Lu Yan stretched a lot and reluctantly opened his eyes, and then he saw two pretty faces. He sat up and said, "Well, it seems he sent me back."
Ju Shuang's red lips parted slightly, with a look of astonishment on her face, "Sir, are you not drunk?"
Lu Yan rubbed his chin, nodded and said, "I even hid it from you, so I think Zhao Ling most likely won't be able to tell."
Nong Yu looked like she knew what she was doing. She put aside the things for washing her face and mouth, and said, "This visit is quite special. Come back like this."
Lu Yan walked over and cleaned his mouth and face, but did not forget to tell the two of them: "The reputation of Zhao Sheng, Lord of Pingyuan, was so great in the world. Since Zhao Sheng's death, the world seems to have been wiped out.
My memory is average, no one remembers this Mr. Pingyuan. Even when Luo Wang was monitoring Handan before, he didn't feel his presence.
I did some testing today, but I feel that Zhao Ling's strength and power are not weak at all. He has not been famous for so many years, and there should be some stories in it."
Nong Yu thought for a moment, then his starry eyes flashed, and he reminded: "Pingyuan Lord Zhao Shengshen died only twenty years ago. If you ask someone who has witnessed the Zhao Kingdom in the past twenty years, you may be able to get some information."
Lu Yan immediately thought of the right person and said with joy, "There really is such a person in Handan, Guo Kai."