After seeing the people who came to support, Li Zicheng felt a little more at ease. Since both sides needed to adjust now, Wu Sangui took some time out of his busy schedule to hold a small reception banquet for the three generals of the Third Battalion. Only a few of them attended.
, the things on the table are not rich either.
However, several people at the table seemed to be drunk, and they started telling lies with their eyes closed, and chasing after each other.
Among them, Li Zicheng and Zhang Wei drank the most, and they were about to give Dong Fang and Li Feng another sworn brother.
When Zhang Wei vomited for the third time, Dong Fang and Li Feng finally couldn't bear it and asked him to leave. After drinking it, Zhang Wei wouldn't have to get up tomorrow.
Li Zicheng looked at them leaving with a blank look on his face, and then he happily agreed.
Everyone looked at Wu Sangui again. He also drank a lot, but it seemed to have no effect. He looked like he could stand up and fight for 300 rounds.
After Zhang Wei and the others left, the confusion in Li Zicheng's eyes disappeared instantly. He drank all the wine in his glass: "Dong Fang and Li Feng are both ghosts, but this Zhang Wei is really an honest man."
Wu Sangui was quite disdainful of Li Zicheng's behavior of pretending to be crazy to test the other party, and proudly poured himself a drink.
To be honest, he was shocked by the current situation of the Third Battalion. Although he had been in Shanhaiguan, he was not completely ignorant of the news in the capital. It was an ironclad fact that the Third Battalion had helped King Ji in his rebellion. Now it seemed that this brother
Not only did the three of them not receive any punishment, they continued to hold power. Did the emperor trust the three camps so much?
Also, the more or less modified equipment on their bodies must have been made by experts.
Wu Sangui was different from Li Zicheng. The reason why he sent troops to Shanhaiguan was firstly because he did not want to see Li Zicheng dominate. On the other hand, he mainly wanted to make an agreement with the emperor. The eyes and ears of the capital also proved that the emperor was indeed a man who kept his promises.
There has been chaos in the capital recently, but the emperor did protect Yuanyuan and her father very well. For this reason, Wu Sangui was willing to stay and stick to his promise.
The Third Battalion gave him a glimmer of hope after days of hard fighting, so he couldn't help but drink a few more drinks. By the time he realized that he had drunk a little too much, he was already drunk and unconscious. Who even helped him back?
They have no impression at all.
After drinking so much wine, Wu Sangui slept soundly. He even had a dream, which was the softest and happiest dream in his life.
That year, when the apricot blossoms were lightly raining, he was a future general who knew nothing about the outside world, but he was forced by his family to go to Suzhou with his grandfather to purchase silk and satin.
"Isn't buying silk and satin something a woman should do? Why do you ask me, a grown man, to do it?"
This complaint made Mr. Wu almost twist his nose in anger. Wu Sangui didn't want to be beaten or kneel in the ancestral hall, so he followed his grandfather to Suzhou honestly.
One of his characteristics is that he is very popular. When he arrived in Suzhou, he met his good friend Zhou Tong. It was inevitable to greet old friends when they met. After that, Wu Sangui often sneaked out and had fun with Zhou Tong.
Occasionally, I was so poetic that I ran to Taihu Lake to find inspiration. While I was sitting in the teahouse pretending to be meditating, I suddenly heard music that was like the sound of nature.
Looking back curiously, he vaguely saw a beautiful red figure dancing to the music on a painted boat. He couldn't help but stare at it with his head turned away for a quarter of an hour.
Zhou Tong was worried that he would break his neck, so he kindly helped him twist his head back. Wu Sangui couldn't help but look in that direction again: "Who is this beauty? Such a gorgeous voice is really stunning. It's a pity that I couldn't look at it. One glance.”
Zhou Tong sneered: "You have very poisonous eyes. This girl's name is Chen Yuanyuan, and she is a singer in the Suzhou Art Troupe. You don't know, but her reputation is well-known in the south of the Yangtze River. In this country, there are so many beauties." Jiang Nan is also one of the top beauties."
Wu Sangui regained his composure and joked a few words with his friends as usual, but he drank the tea with no interest at all and almost swallowed the tea leaves in the small cup.
After parting ways with Zhou Tong, Wu Sangui absentmindedly returned to the inn where he was staying. He was so distracted that he didn't even listen to his grandfather's lessons. He was preoccupied with Chen Yuanyuan whom he saw in the teahouse this afternoon.
For several days, Zhou Tong was dragged to tea by Wu Sangui. He knew that the drunkard was not interested in drinking, so he gave his friend advice: "If you really want to get to know Chen Yuanyuan, how can you sit here and watch your unrequited love from a distance? You have to get closer."
Under Zhou Tong's careful arrangement, their schedule became following the Yimei Theater Troupe to watch performances everywhere, and every time he was in the front row.
Chen Yuanyuan soon noticed that every time she went on stage, there was a handsome young man in the front seat, staring at her stupidly. As time went by, she was not immune to the influence.
Sometimes she would carefully observe the young man in the audience. His appearance was dignified and gentle. His fists and feet were as strong as those of a martial artist, but there was a faint air of bookishness about him. He had neither the pedantry of a scholar nor the rudeness of a martial artist. Judging from his The clothes and grooming don't look like ordinary people's children.
She had many guesses in her mind, but she did not expect that he had such a noble status and was originally the son of a general.
Even the barrier of identity could not deter the two young people from wanting to get closer to each other. After a performance, Chen Yuanyuan slowly walked past Wu Sangui, pretending not to care and dropped her handkerchief.
Wu Sangui was so excited that he couldn't speak for a long time after picking up the handkerchief. He couldn't help but call out to the figure who was walking further away: "Miss Yuanyuan, please stay."
When Chen Yuanyuan saw him chasing after him with a handkerchief, she thought that maybe he wanted to give it back to her, this idiot. Her tone was quite aggrieved: "What's the matter, Master?"
Wu Sangui held the handkerchief and approached: "Although it is a bit presumptuous, I still want to say, I wonder if I have this honorable young lady to have a cup of tea?"
Chen Yuanyuan lowered her head and pursed her lips shyly: "It's my family's honor to be invited by the young master, please."
So, at the very place where Wu Sangui met Chen Yuanyuan for the first time, Chunlai Tea House, it was here that Wu Sangui felt embarrassed for once.
From Tang poetry to Song lyrics and Yuan music, from Li Bai and Su Shi to Gong Zizhen and Wen Tingyun, a pot of jasmine tea bottomed out, and Wu Sangui finally struggled to express what he meant, I like you, but I don't know if you like me or not.
Chen Yuanyuan replied: "I am very pleased with you. I am more than satisfied with you."
Wu Sangui was overjoyed, rubbed his hands and swore that he would redeem Yuanyuan's life, marry her, treat her well throughout his life, never separate, and never let her suffer any injustice.
Even in the dream, Wu Sangui was sighing, Yuanyuan, you have been wronged by your husband after all.