But he was also curious. Montaigne seemed to be very fond of armor. Whenever he showed up, he would wear a helmet and flail his armor. At least he had never seen him without it.
"Brother Meng likes armor. How about I build a set for you someday?"
Just when Montaigne wanted to say he was sorry, Commander Meng's eyes lit up: "My dear grandson, don't refuse. This boy is the best craftsman in the world, and the armor he makes is absolutely first-class in the world. Take it, take it."
Jiang Fan also laughed loudly: "Okay, it's settled, Xiaoqi, please think about this for me."
"Yeah, I know..." Lin Nanyan was secretly drinking wine. The more she drank, the brighter her eyes became. Looking at the two bottles of wine, her eyes were almost turned into nails. Jiang Fan was afraid that she would take it and run away on the spot. It is inevitable that dry red has an extraordinary appeal to women.
Seeing how she kept licking her lips, Meng Laoshuai immediately gave the two bottles of wine to Lin Nanyan, "You will drink this today. After all, this wine is not suitable for a general like me."
Lin Nanyan was immediately overjoyed and held her in her arms, as if she was afraid of being robbed.
Jiang Fan said: "So, old man, do you have confidence in this wine?"
The old man raised his thumb and said, "Boy, I knew you were extraordinary. If this wine isn't the best in the world, it's just because you might be able to make a better one. Just wait and see."
Jiang Fan laughed, and suddenly said loudly: "This wine comes from the grapes of the Western Regions, and is called wine. There was a poem that goes: The luminous cup of grape wine, if you want to drink, you will drink with the pipa immediately; Don't laugh when you are lying drunk on the battlefield. How many people have returned from the ancient battles? ! The boy just thought of this poem and came up with the idea of brewing this wine."
Montaigne was stunned, and the old commander also had a strange look in his eyes: "...Boy...you are such a talented poet that you are really amazing. Reciting casually is a peerless chapter. No wonder the world has said that you are the only one in the literary world from ancient times." "
Montaigne also praised: "Yes, outsiders now call him Brother Jiang and Badou Jiang."
Jiang Fan was dumbfounded: "Jiang...Jiang Badou? What kind of nickname is this? Are all literati so incompetent? It's so unpleasant to hear..."
Lin Nanyan laughed so hard that she couldn't straighten her back, and kept hitting the ground with her pink fist.
"Jiang... Badou, Badou? Jiang Badou! Hahaha..."
Jiang Fan curled his lips, your smile is so low!
After having fun for a while, the old commander said: "But that's not what I mean by being unkind."
Jiang Fan was stunned: "Huh? It's not about wine? What is it?"
Meng Laoshuai snorted and looked at him unhappily: "You talk like farts. You keep pushing the story of "Three Kingdoms" again and again. You have no credibility at all!"
Dare to love is this thing. Jiang Fan was a little embarrassed and laughed dryly: "I've been a little busy lately..."
"Busy? Are you busy?" Meng Laoshuai angrily said: "I have heard a long time ago that you don't get up until midnight every day. You are so busy!"
Lin Nanyan said like a chicken pecking at rice: "Yeah, yeah, that's right. I didn't say anything in the morning. I had to force him to get up. It was like trying to kill a pig. He finally got up, but accidentally fell down and went back to the cage. How could it be? Serve..."
She grasped this opportunity to destroy her teammates perfectly.
Mengtian wanted to laugh but was embarrassed to laugh, but Meng Laoshuai opened his eyes wide and pointed at Lin Nanyan: "Huh? Boy, is she the one who wakes you up every day?"
The message on this expression was wrong. Jiang Fan quickly clarified the fact: "That's not the case, that's not the case. She is active every day and doesn't want to see others feel comfortable. How bad!"
Lin Nanyan was angry: "Oh! Grandpa Meng, you see, this means that good people are not rewarded."
Meng Laoshuai raised his head and stroked his beard, his expression was serious, but his eyes were full of teasing.
Jiang Fan lamented in his heart, unable to explain this.
"I said, you should be careful..." The old handsome pointed to the sky with malicious intent.
Jiang Fan grinned: "Well, it's nothing... it's all about means, um... means..."
"Hmph!" The old handsome snorted from his nostrils: "Methods? Does she need this kind of method?"
Jiang Fan was stunned for a moment, and the old commander suddenly said seriously: "Boy... there are many things, you should be cautious and know what you are doing..."
Seeing Jiang Fan in a daze, he waved his hand: "Come on, keep drinking. Girl, fill it up for grandpa!"
Jiang Fan also came to his senses. This question was too profound and complicated to think about, and sometimes he didn't dare to think about it.
"Haha, this story-telling thing is really boring, but the following chapters are written into a book this time, so I can read them all."
Meng Laoshuai slapped the case and said: "No! I don't care about others, but you have to tell me something today!"
Jiang Fan also became interested and immediately took off his coat, "Okay, come on!"
After that, he picked up the wine bowl and patted it: "We said last time..."
The Meng family eats meat whole, and drinks wine from large porcelain bowls.
Mr. Jiang had a good drinking capacity, but he was unable to deal with the two generals who had fought countless battles. He finally slipped under the table and was defeated in advance.
It was impossible to leave. The old commander didn't know what he was thinking, so he only arranged one room for the two of them...
Jiang Fan didn't know what to do, but Lin Nanyan didn't care and just stuck out his tongue.
Watching Lin Nanyan dragging Jiang Fan away, Meng Laoshuai drank a bowl of wine and sighed.
Montaigne held the wine and said, "Why do you sigh?"
The old man looked up at the bright moon in the sky: "Don't you think it's a good poem?"
Montaigne thought for a while: "Don't laugh when you are lying drunk on the battlefield. How many people have fought in ancient times. It is indeed a good poem."
Meng Laoshuai muttered: "Since the son was born, he first wrote a poem about entering the wine, which was full of romance, which shows that he is wild and bold, unrestrained and uninhibited. Then there is a queue of Linjiang Immortal, desolate and vast, which shows that he has the rise and fall in his heart. There are two words in a row in "City of Paradise", the magpie bridge fairy is delicate and euphemistic, and expresses the love between children. It is a water-melody song, but it is refined and refined, not like a person in the mortal world. A chivalrous song, but it also shows the wild and uninhibited, chivalrous and heroic spirit. Nowadays, Another poem is written on the battlefield. You and I are generals and feel the same. However, this man is clearly not a military general, but he can write such a poem. It is generous and tragic, but also compassionate. If the writing is like the person... What kind of person is this guy...what kind of character is he?"
Holding the wine bowl, Montaigne couldn't help but sigh: "The great craftsman in the world, the fairy in literature, the saint in books, can do anything. Even the art of war and warfare are learned by heaven and man, as if they were born with knowledge... My grandson always thinks about it." , I find it unbelievable, is there really such a person in the world?"
Meng Laoshuai shook his head and said slowly: "How can there be such a person in the world... He seems to be in the world, but also seems to be outside the world. It's a contradiction..."
"You said... could he be from Tianwaitian... or from Kunlun?"
Meng Laoshuai pondered for a long time: "It doesn't look like it, but his origin is too mysterious. Before last year, it seemed that there was no such person in the world. Who can be like a tree without roots or water without a source?"
Montaigne raised his head and drank the wine: "Fortunately, this person has entered our Qin Dynasty."
Meng Laoshuai also nodded: "I hope so..."
