Chapter four hundred and ninety-six the backing king of drunken madness
"Good boy, awesome. You are worthy of being Wang's junior brother. Alas! The main reason is that I am older." After some attempts, Yang Lin gasped from exhaustion and looked at Nie Xiaoyu up and down, feeling like a monster, "Let's go, drink."
Go ahead, I can’t pull you away, but I still don’t believe I can’t hold you back even if I drink alcohol.”
Yang Lin stopped pulling the two of them and walked forward on his own. Wang Junlin glanced at Nie Xiaoyu and then followed him. Nie Xiaoyu followed Wang Junlin one step behind, and the distance never changed.
Arriving at the front hall where guests were being entertained, Wang Junlin suddenly realized that a banquet had been set up in the front hall. There was a low table in front of each person on the couch, and cooked chicken, venison, and beef were placed on the table. Wang Junlin felt that
I couldn't help but be amazed at the speed at which wine and food were served at the patron's palace.
"Boy Wang, boy Nie, I have no heirs in my life. This is my adopted son Qin Shubao, who is now serving as a captain under the general Lai Hu'er. This boy is the famous poisonous general Wang boy and his little boy.
Junior brother Nie Xiaozi, you young people will be closer to each other in the future." One.
The handsome young man walked in. Yang Lin pulled the two of them together and introduced each other.
Wang Junlin was shocked when he heard this and thought, could this young man be the famous Qin Qiong and Qin Shubao?
"Your Majesty, Wang Junlin, has met Brother Qin Shi." Wang Junlin paid the ceremony seriously and looked attentively. He saw that this young man had a dignified appearance, a tall and slender figure, and looked to be twenty-seven or eighty years old. His age was similar to that of Qin Shubao in history.
That's right, but he couldn't remember that Qin Shubao was Yang Lin's adopted son.
Compared with Wang Junlin's curiosity about Qin Shubao, the latter was also full of keen interest in the former. He looked at Wang Junlin intently. Seeing that Wang Junlin was the first to salute, he hurriedly bowed deeply to Wang Junlin and said: "Your Majesty, Qin Shubao, has met the Marquis of Qin An.
I have met Brother Nie, who has been known as a Marquis to lower officials for a long time. When I saw him today, he was indeed a distinguished man among men."
Only then did Wang Junlin remember that Qin Qiong was now a small captain, but in history, Qin Qiong, the great general Zuowuwei of the Tang Dynasty, the Duke of Yi, and one of the twenty-four heroes of Lingyan Pavilion, he couldn't even think about not paying attention to it. He laughed.
Then he said: "The old prince is here to watch. Brother Qin claims to be a lower official, but he has seen it outside. It is only natural that you and I should be brothers."
Yang Lin was deeply satisfied with what Wang Junlin said. Qin Qiong is also a free and easy person. When he saw Wang Junlin say this, he felt good for Wang Junlin in his heart. At the same time, he also smiled and said: "In this case, you are welcome as a brother."
"Okay, stop talking nonsense, sit down and get ready to drink!"
Yang Lin said impatiently, and the two of them smiled bitterly and sat down respectively. Nie Xiaoyu sat behind Wang Junlin next to the shorter one.
Then a group of maids came outside the hall, each holding a jar of wine. The jars were very delicate, not like the style of the Sui Dynasty. They had a narrow mouth and a big belly, and were decorated with silver paint. Wang Junlin knew that this was the wine that was famous in the Sui Dynasty.
Sanlejiang is said to be produced in Persia. It is brewed with three kinds of fruits. Except for the powerful families of the Sui Dynasty, ordinary people can't afford it. This wine can be drunk hot or cold. The hot one is called
"Sanle soup" is called "Sanle pulp" if it is cold.
After drinking a large glass of wine, Wang Junlin stood up and said confidently: "Old Prince, Brother Qin, I have recently brewed a new wine, which is stronger and more powerful than this Sanlejiang. I heard that the old Prince likes strong wine.
Wine, so I specially sent it today for the old prince and Brother Qin to taste..."
"Oh?" Yang Lin raised his eyebrows: "Really? You are just saying that you are ignorant and didn't bring the wine to you early. You insisted on letting us take a sip of this rotten Sanle pulp first. Okay, hurry up
Bring your good wine, I will taste the strong wine today!"
The two jars of wine were held by the guards who came with Wang Junlin. The guards had someone to serve them in the front yard, and they quickly brought the wine. Without saying a word, Yang Lin opened the mud seal of the jar, and a strong and fragrant wine burst out.
The smell suddenly spread out, making you feel drunk just by smelling it.
Qin Qiong also straightened up, with surprise and greed in her eyes, and her throat was crawling up and down.
Ignoring the gaze of his adopted son Qin Qiong, Yang Lin picked up the jar and poured it into his mouth. As soon as the wine entered his throat, Yang Lin's eyes widened in vain. His eyeballs quickly became bloodshot and red, looking both painful and happy.
His expression remained frozen for a long time.
If others don't understand this expression, how can Wang Junlin not understand it.
This jar of wine is the finished product after Wang Junlin changed the refinement process more than ten times, and was specially distilled four times. Nie Xiaoyu personally tested the degree and found it was exactly fifty-two degrees. Drinking it in such a big gulp is like swallowing a burning piece of wine.
Black charcoal makes no difference.
Qin Qiong stared at Yang Lin eagerly. After an unknown amount of time, Yang Lin finally regained his composure and exhaled slowly like an orgasm.
"What a bastard, you are really domineering! Good wine! Wow hahahaha..."
Yang Lin looked up to the sky and laughed wildly. He only took a sip, and his dark old face quickly turned red. It was obvious that the alcohol was very powerful.
"Father, let the child have a taste!" Qin Qiong looked at Yang Lin's expression and felt unbearable. She stood up and held up an extra-large lacquer-eared cup, reaching directly in front of Yang Lin to ask for wine.
Speaking of which, Qin Qiong is usually very steady, but the smell of this wine is too strong and fragrant. There is no martial artist who doesn't like wine these days. Qin Qiong has drunk a lot of wine, but the smell of wine is so strong.
I’ve never seen anyone before
Yang Lin didn't say anything. He grabbed the transparent wine from the wine jar and poured it into the lacquered cup. Qin Qiong couldn't wait to pour it into his mouth. Wang Junlin smiled at their expressions. Qin Qiong and Yang Lin looked exactly the same when they took the first sip.
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"Spicy, so spicy! It's so overbearing, it feels like there's a fire in my belly! Haha, so comfortable!" Qin Qiong laughed, her face quickly turning red.
The lacquered ear cups in the patron palace were all oversized, and one cup was more than three taels. After Yang Lin and Qin Qiong drank two cups in a row, something suddenly felt wrong. Of course, Wang Junlin and Nie Xiaoyu also drank, and the former was more or less.
There was some reaction, but the latter seemed to be drinking water, and there was no change in his expression. Yang Lin and Qin Qiong, who felt as if their stomachs and intestines were about to burn, and started to feel dizzy, were shocked.
"Wahahahaha... Boy Wang, the wine you make is good. I am a warrior and I like this strong wine. This is the wine that men drink. What is the Sanlejiang that Hu merchants from foreign lands got? It's just urine.
And it’s urine mixed with water! When I think that I spent half of my life in the army and drank urine for most of my life, I can’t help but feel sad. Boy Wang, Boy Nie, although I am a prince now, I was injured when I was young and have always been injured.
You have lived a miserable life without an heir, and now you have drank urine for half your life, please listen to me tell you in detail..."
Yang Lin was really drunk, crying and laughing, and kept talking nonsense. Wang Junlin was trembling and laughing along with him. Nie Xiaoyu didn't know what was going on at this time. He drank one cup after another, making Qin Qiong next to him look frightened and thinking about this beautiful girl.
Is the boy still a human being?
PS: How should I put it? This is an imaginary historical novel, which just borrows the historical background of the middle and late Sui Dynasty. Some people and things must be different from history. For example, Yuwen Chengdu and Yang Lin actually did not exist in history.
Yes, it’s just that it’s well-written in the Romance of the Sui and Tang Dynasties, and it’s widely known, so I’ll use it here.