The more Jia Jiujiu thought about it, the more frightened he became. His heart was filled with confusion, and at the same time, he felt a sense of pride and pride.
This is not the most important thing. He can be impressed by his talent. He can fulfill his duties loyally and be ordered to protect Zhao Wujiang, but he has never had a trace of softness. No matter who he protects, he will always be loyal to and will only be loyal to one person, and that is today's Your Majesty.
But now, he seems to have someone in his heart who is willing to be loyal.
There is no other way, Mr. Zhao calls me friend...Jiajiu took a deep breath and murmured softly:
"Friends A and B, let's make a toast, don't stop drinking..."
Since ancient times, there have been distinctions between superiors and inferiors, kings and ministers, masters and servants, but today Zhao Wujiang calls him friends with Jia, Er and San. How can this huge respect not make his heart tremble?
He looked at Jia Ersan on the left side of Zhao Wujiang. The two looked at each other, and both could see that their hearts were trembling.
Jia Ersan had kind eyebrows and kind eyes, and his expression became softer. He was shocked by Zhao Wujiang's talent, and even more felt that Zhao Wujiang was unfathomable.
He was impressed by Zhao Wujiang's gentleness, benevolence, humility and approachability. He lamented that a woman looks good to one who pleases her, and a scholar dies for a confidant...
Hai Baichuan, the leader of the Jinghai Gang, drank several glasses of wine in succession, his expression extremely complicated. He was shocked. Pavilion Master Zhao's poem kept circulating in his mind.
He tasted it over and over again and was convinced.
There are no more reviews for this poem, only good words stand out.
It had been many years since he had seen such a talented person. He was impressed by Pavilion Master Zhao's talent, and even more impressed by his big heart.
He didn't believe that with the intelligence of the young man in black robe in front of him, he wouldn't be able to hear the hidden intention in his words.
He just wants to suppress this young man and tell the other gangs in Kyoto that there are only three major gangs in Kyoto, and the other gangs can only lag behind, let alone want to usurp the glory of the three major gangs!
But he failed, defeated by his own strengths and the young man's mind.
He never imagined that his name would appear in this stunningly talented and heroic poem.
Seas and rivers, friends A and B, will toast, never stop drinking... He smiled bitterly, so that he could repay evil with kindness, and his reputation could be included in poetry.
He filled a glass of wine again and raised the glass with emotion:
"Xiaoyou Zhao, I'd like to give you a drink..."
Zhao Wujiang, as calm as ever, as gentle as jade, offered a toast.
He wants to integrate all the underground gangs in Kyoto and twist them into one rope.
Winter is approaching and the year is approaching, so he must make plans in advance to withstand possible unexpected events in the future.
"If Zhao Xiaoyou was born in the imperial court, I think he would have the qualifications to become a prime minister." The two deputy pavilion masters of Chengsheng Pavilion are both old men with mellow smiles and sharp eyes.
Zhao Wujiang responded with a glass of wine. These two old men gave him a familiar atmosphere. He must have felt it somewhere.
It was just that the wine made him sad, and his mind was inevitably foggy, and he couldn't remember it for a while.
More and more gang representatives began to pay tribute to Zhao Wujiang. They were originally jealous and ridiculed, but now they are filled with emotion and fear. They were not only shocked by Zhao Wujiang's talent, but also affected by the attitudes of the three major gangs in Kyoto.
All of a sudden, the banquet returned to a mingling of wine and glasses. Everyone exchanged glasses, and jars of dusty wine were carried into the hall and the seals were opened.
"Wine and song, life geometry?
Like morning dew, it will be more painful every day when it goes away.
Generosity should be shown as generosity, and worries will be unforgettable.
Du Kang is the only one who can relieve worries! "
Under the urging and expectation of everyone, Zhao Wujiang began to shake his head and write excitedly.
Cup after cup of wine flowed down his throat into the mountains and rivers in his chest, and the mountains and rivers in his belly. His eyes gradually blurred, and the people around him were strange yet familiar.
"I am a native of Blue Star, and I fell into a dream in the Great Summer.
As a stranger in a foreign land, who knows my voice? "
"Young man drank wine to meet the autumn colors, and today his hair has turned white.
Things and people in a foreign land are different, but Dongfeng is an old acquaintance.
A thousand cups of wine with a close friend is too little, and half a sentence without speculation is too much.
I know from a distance that a bottle of wine at a banquet can recall people thousands of miles away. "
Zhao Wujiang poured out his poems line by line. Alcohol was a suppressant, suppressing his caution, suppressing his worries, suppressing his gentleness, and suppressing the worries he had been suppressing.
With his mental prison loosened, he sat on the table in a daze and looked around. Everyone had different expressions.
"Quickly, record all the poems that Pavilion Master Zhao just recited!"
Hai Baichuan laughed heartily. He had not been so cheerful in many years. His subordinates brought pens and ink, and he recorded them one by one.
The neat handwriting and hidden character aroused admiration from everyone.
He laughed proudly, feeling very happy in his heart. He patted Zhao Wujiang on the shoulder and said loudly:
"I and Xiaoyou Zhao hit it off immediately. Today it is convenient for Xiaoyou Zhao to become brothers of the opposite sex. I hope you will all be witnesses."
Everyone exclaimed, feeling shocked and envious at the same time. Being valued by Gang Leader Hai was their dream. Now Gang Leader Hai actually wants to be friends with the leader of Wuya Pavilion for many years? It simply horrified them!
Zhao Wujiang fell backwards, snoring heavily, and was hurriedly caught by Jia Ersan.
"Master Hai Gang, the Pavilion Master may be tired. I will definitely tell the Pavilion Master what happened today when he wakes up." Jia Ersan hugged Zhao Wujiang half-heartedly:
"Let's send the Pavilion Master back first. We hope for your understanding."
Hai Baichuan was still drunk and feeling happy. He didn't mind at all. He waved his hand:
"Send my adopted brother back quickly and let him rest well."
