In a short time, the shopkeeper came up with a plate of dishes that looked delicious, tasty, and delicious.
He put it on the table and said with a smile on his face: "Please use it at your leisure, sir. I will prepare other dishes for you."
As he said that, he turned around and left.
"Your dishes were served in a timely manner. There is no wine, so you just let us eat the food? I saw a big word "wine" written on the flag at the door of your tavern." Zhu Gaoxu laughed.
The shopkeeper stretched out his hand and slapped his forehead: "Look at my memory, I forgot to serve the guest a drink. I'll go get the drink right now."
He turned around and hurried into the back room.
In the blink of an eye, he hugged a wine jar that looked a little older and trotted out happily.
He put the wine jar in his arms on the table, placed the two wine bowls in his right hand in front of Zhu Gaoxu and Zhang Jinbao, and was about to open the mud seal of the wine jar.
"Go and do your work." Zhang Jinbao, who had come to his senses, stood up in a hurry, waved his hand, and ordered the shopkeeper to cook.
He gently opened the mud seal of the wine jar, took out a silver needle from his pocket, and carefully dipped it in the wine jar. Only when he saw that the silver needle was as white as ever, did he pick up the wine jar and give Zhu Gaoxu a full cup.
Pour a bowl.
Then, he used a silver needle to test the two plates of dishes that looked very delicious, and then handed the chopsticks on the table to Zhu Gaoxu with both hands.
"Well, you should try it too." Zhu Gaoxi nodded, took the chopsticks, and reached for one of the dishes.
"The shopkeeper." A shout came from the table next to him.
The person calling was the shopkeeper. Although the voice was very high, Zhu Gaoxi ignored it at all and just tasted the food in the tavern.
"Hey, here it comes." Holding a plate in his left hand and wiping it on his waist with his right hand, the shopkeeper put the dishes in his hands on Zhu Gaoxi's table, bowed apologetically, and hurriedly
Walk towards the table next to you.
Holding his hands together and arching his body slightly, the shopkeeper said: "Sir, what else would you like to order?"
"I'm full, so I don't want any more food. I called you here because I want to discuss something with you." The bloated old man broke a chopstick, divided it into thin strips, and picked at the gap between his teeth.
"Your Majesty, just give me your orders," the shopkeeper said hurriedly with a smile on his face.
Throwing the bamboo stick for picking teeth on the table, the old man pointed to the wine jar in front of him and said: "For this kind of old wine, give me another jar to take away. All the accounts will be settled on them."
The old man turned his head slightly and looked at Zhu Gaoxu, who had a leisurely look on his face.
"Ah???" The shopkeeper opened his mouth. He looked at the old man and then at the luxuriously dressed Zhu Gaoxu. He didn't know what to do for a while.
Judging from their clothing, the two of them are completely different. In addition, they didn't come in together at all. What kind of thing is it to put all the accounts on someone else's head?
He stood there quietly, rubbing his hands, not knowing what to do. As for the jar of wine that the old man wanted, he didn't even dare to get it again.
Zhu Gaoxu seemed to have not heard anything and ate his food leisurely, paying no attention to it.
Zhang Jinbao, who was sitting across from him, could not tolerate this man's unreasonable treatment of his own prince, so he suddenly stood up.
"You ate the food and wine yourself, but asked my king and my master to pay the bill. Are you doing a good job with your calculations?" Zhang Jinbao scolded loudly.
As if he didn't hear Zhang Jinbao's scolding, the old man leaned his back against the wall, and with a "pop", the scraps of meat he picked out in his mouth spat out on the ground.
"If it hadn't been for my words, some people might still be doing nothing at home. Isn't it just right to pay for the wine?" the old man said lightly.
"Bold, I think you are tired of living." Zhang Jinbao shouted, and the sword on his waist was instantly drawn into his hand.
He exerted force under his feet and was in front of the old man in an instant.
The guards of the Han Dynasty are all carefully selected people. If you don't have some skills, you will not be able to join the guard team. As for this Jinbao, not only is he smart, but his skills are above average. If he dances with a saber, it will be difficult for five or six people.
Close.
At this moment, not only was he angry in his heart, but he also wanted to show off in front of the King of Han. He exerted all his strength with his hands, just to kill him with one blow and make the prince's ears quieter.
Seeing that the gleaming stainless steel saber was about to hit the old man's head.
On the other hand, the old man turned a blind eye to the blade above his head. He opened his mouth and let out a long yawn as if he had drunk too much. He raised his right hand and patted his mouth up and down a few times.
The tavern owner who had been standing next to him had turned pale with fright and was hiding in the corner shivering.
However, just as the old man patted his mouth, Zhang Jinbao only felt a very gentle force, blocking his blade three inches above the old man's head, making it impossible to slash anymore.
Zhang Jinbao was shocked and thought to himself, this guy was kicked onto the iron plate. The opponent turned out to be a master.
However, I am the personal bodyguard of the King of Han. With the King of Han as my big backer, let alone an iron plate, even a steel plate will be turned into molten iron for you.
His face turned red from suppressing the pain, and he suddenly pulled back the steel knife. With one move of his right hand, he changed the angle and slashed towards the old man's neck.
Facing Zhang Jinbao's sudden attack, Zhu Gaoxu remained indifferent and ate his own food and drinks. However, he was paying attention to what was going on here from the corner of his eyes.
If Zhang Jinbao takes his life, it proves that this person is a veritable man who eats and drinks and is not worthy of talking to him at all.
If he could escape Zhang Jinbao's attack and survive, it wouldn't be too late to ask him about his guilt for insulting her.
Seeing that Zhang Jinbao didn't know what to do, he continued to use his killing moves. The fingers of the old man's right hand that slapped his mouth were folded together and flicked towards Zhang Jinbao's blade without even looking.
Zhang Jinbao snorted coldly in his heart, and the strength in his hands increased even more.
I really thought you were a master of martial arts, and you dared to pick up my sharp blade with your fingers.
However, what happened next was shocking.
There was a crisp "clang" sound, and the personal guard sword that Zhang Jinbao had just received today was suddenly broken off by someone with one finger.
Standing on the spot, looking at the half of the saber in his hand, Zhang Jinbao no longer had the courage to attack.
Zhu Gaoxu, who had been pretending not to care, was also shocked. He dropped the chopsticks in his hands and stood up with a bang.
His brows were furrowed, his whole body was secretly working hard, and he looked at the old man nervously: "Who are you?"
The old man stood up slowly, put his hands behind his back, walked to Zhu Gaoxi, and smiled lightly: "My surname is Zhang, and I am known as Lao Zhang. If you respect me more, you can call me Lao Zhang."
