In the golden tent, Qi Yuanlu sat cross-legged on the ground, tore off a golden leg of lamb from the grill, put it to his mouth and started to chew it.
Even if his hands were stained with oil, he didn't care at all.
After finishing a leg of lamb, Qi Yuanlu wiped his hands on his luxurious clothes nonchalantly and picked up the wine bottle next to him. After a while of rumbling, half a kilogram of wine was already consumed.
Then he opened his mouth, showing his white teeth, showing an arrogant expression of satisfaction, taking a long breath, and couldn't help but praise: "Good wine!"
A middle-aged man about forty years old and dressed as a scribe quietly held a pair of fire tongs and occasionally turned the fire coals under the grill.
"Is this Jiang Jinjiu?"
Qi Yuanlu seemed to be unsatisfied. He picked up the wine jar and took another sip. This sip of wine contained at least two taels.
"Don't you see, the bright mirror in the high hall has sad white hair, and it looks like blue silk in the morning and turns to snow in the evening."
The scribe seemed to be troubled by the words "going to drink", and there was a trace of inexplicable sadness on his face.
Qi Yuanlu seemed unaware and laughed and said: "But I like to live a happy life to the fullest, and don't let the golden bottle stand empty against the moon."
After saying that, he looked at the bright moon hanging high outside the big tent, raised his head and drank the remaining wine in one gulp, and then threw the wine jar outside the tent, only to hear a ripple, and the wine jar fell apart.
After downing a pound of strong wine, Qi Yuanlu's expression did not change, and his eyes were still as clear-headed as a rabbit in September.
He looked at the middle-aged scribe: "I wonder how much Mr. Yu knows about this Su Shi?"
Yu Liubai looked at the bonfire quietly, but no matter how dazzling the fire was, it seemed that it could not dispel the shadows in his eyes.
"Sixteen years ago I went to the grassland alone, when Su Cai was born. How much can I know about him?"
Qi Yuanlu nodded, as if he thought he was right, but immediately said, "Su Shi has done many incredible things in the past month or so. Mr. Yu should have heard about these."
Yu Liubai said lightly: "I only know that a person who is too sharp is not a good thing after all. Now Su Shi is afraid that a disaster is coming."
Yu Liubai's judgment was never wrong, so he said that Su Shi was in danger, so Qi Yuanlu no longer took Su Shi to heart and did not dwell too much on this matter.
He changed the topic: "The envoy will arrive in Beijing in half a month. Mr. Yu, do you think the emperor will agree to the marriage this time?"
Yu Liubai put down the tongs, looked at Qi Yuanlu, and asked quietly: "Does the Khan hope that Emperor Daqian will agree or not?"
Qi Yuanlu didn't answer him, but tore off a large piece of meat from the roasting rack, put it in his mouth and chewed it.
Not only were his hands made of iron, but his mouth and stomach seemed to be made of molten iron, and the hot flesh had no effect on him at all.
After the mutton was completely swallowed, he grinned and said: "My fair lady, a gentleman is very fond of you. I am crazy about Princess Pingle, so I naturally hope that Emperor Daqian can be as beautiful as a man."
"If Emperor Daqian is willing to marry, will Khan still carry out the Moth Project?"
The smile on Qi Yuanlu's face gradually disappeared. Looking at the blazing bonfire, there was a trace of sarcasm in his eyes: "Moths throw themselves into the fire and destroy themselves. People often say that moths are stupid, but they don't know that everyone in the world is like moths."
Then he laughed at himself: "You and I are no exception."
Finally, Qi Yuanlu said calmly: "The Moth Project has been implemented for two years, there is no reason to give up halfway."
Yu Liubai took a deep look at Qi Yuanlu, but then picked up the tongs, turned over the burning coals, and said slowly: "Su Zhou is back."
Qi Yuanlu's expression changed slightly: "Shouldn't he stay in Daqian Kyoto and come back this winter?"
There was also a trace of worry in Yu Liubai's eyes: "The reason why Su Shi left the border town and returned to Kyoto was because of Su Shi. Now he returns to the border town because he has no worries."
Qi Yuanlu pondered: "It is said that Su Shi has extraordinary knowledge in business. Will he see through our moth plan?"
"Khan also said just now that the Moth Plan has been implemented for two years. Su Shi didn't see through it in these two years. How could he see through this plan in two or three months?"
Qi Yuanlu picked up another jar of wine and took a big sip from the jar. His rough face was already a bit drunk. He laughed and said, "Being able to brew such interesting wine, it seems that this Su Shi is also a very good person." An interesting person. I wonder how good he is at drinking? If I have the chance to meet this person in the future, I will definitely have a drink with him."
There was no smile on Yu Liubai's face, but strong uneasiness surged in his heart.
Su Zhou is also drinking, but after being drunk many times and falling unconscious, he has now learned to drink from a three-cent cup and drink slowly.
The wine glass used by Su Nian was larger than that of Su Zhou, but not by much, only two cents larger at most.
Ran Lie didn't drink. He knew that as long as he drank, he would be the first to get drunk. But he had to stay awake tonight, because Su Nian and Su Zhou would definitely be drunk today.
Now they were half or six points drunk.
"Is this wine really made by Shi'er? Is this glass also made by Shi'er?" Su Nianzui looked at Su Zhou. Although his words were doubtful, his face was smiling like a flower.
Su Zhou laughed and said, "Without my second brother, how would this general be able to drink wine? With such crystal clear glass?"
"So, Shi'er has really improved?" Although Su Nian was satisfied and happy, his tone was still unsure.
Su Zhou looked at his father and said deliberately: "Now in the capital, I am afraid that my second brother's reputation is even more famous than my father's."
Su Nian couldn't help but burst out laughing, his laughter filled with a mixture of pride and relief.
Ran Lie was also smiling, because he hadn't seen Su Nian so happy for a long time.
Su Zhou didn't smile, but looked worried.
"Why don't you smile?" Su Nian slapped him on the shoulder fiercely: "You still have such a sad face."
"Because I can't laugh."
Su Nian looked at him strangely: "Your brother is successful now, but you can't figure it out?"
Looking at his father's already gray hair, Su Zhou suddenly felt a bit sore in his nose: "Father, you have been guarding the border for many years. Don't you miss your second brother? Don't you want to go home and see him? And in a few months, your second brother will get married. .”
Although Su Nian was six to seven points drunk, he could still keenly feel that his son was worried about his return this time.
"What do you want to say?" Su Nian put down his wine glass and looked at Su Zhou with bright eyes.
Su Zhou's eyes were escaping, as if he didn't dare to make any contact with his father's eyes.
He looked at the wine in the cup that was as clear as water but as strong as fire, and said in a low voice: "My second brother misses his father very much. He really wants to see his father earlier. Why doesn't my father use this to request His Majesty's order to return to Beijing as soon as possible?" To relieve the second brother's pain of missing his relatives."
