The battle for admission to the nursing home lasted for two days and ended in a tragic defeat for the Wu family.
The warriors of the Wu family, Ke Qing, suffered heavy casualties, but the powerful slaves and evil servants raised by the third largest dandy in the world only suffered one death and one injury.
The housekeeper Xu Dezhong scolded himself for his incompetence in public, slapped himself several times, and said he would go to Jiangnan Road to plead guilty to the head of the Wu family. He was not even prepared to pack his luggage, for fear that if he was delayed for even half a second, he would use a cane to go to the ferry. The Wu family quickly stopped him. Is this okay? Without Butler Xu, if the sky falls, who will carry it? Um? Since everyone is a grasshopper on a rope and is destined to be blamed, no one can shirk responsibility.
Seeing that he could not leave, Xu Dezhong burst into tears, sobbing and speechless.
There were many visitors on the street, and there were a lot of discussions. The Wu family could not afford to be embarrassed. They rushed to the house and carried the old housekeeper into the carriage. He said a few harsh words at the door of the inn, and then left in despair.
Wu Junzhi hid in a hidden place and saw everything clearly. He was quite satisfied and in a good mood, and returned to the yard humming a little tune.
In the quiet afternoon, the bright sunshine pours down, the warmth and warmth are just the right amount of tipsy.
In the pavilion, Wang Sizhi was taking a nap. The white cat was lying on the stone table, lazily basking in the sun, like a snowball.
When Wu Junzhi saw this scene, he slowed down and returned to the house gently. He first cooked a pot of tea and heated some exquisite pastries, and then brought them back to the pavilion.
After a while, Wang Sizhi lazily opened his eyes and subconsciously wanted to move his sore hands, but he was tied tightly by the rope and there was no way.
Seeing her waking up, Wu Junzhi quickly poured a cup of tea and said in a begging tone, "Sister-in-law, please eat more, otherwise it will be difficult for me and my eldest brother to explain."
Wang Sizhi was not in a high mood. She just glanced at it and said calmly: "How long will it take?"
Wu Zhijun shook his head and said: "The time has not come yet, please sister-in-law to be patient and patient."
Wang Sizhi looked sad, sighed softly, and returned to the house.
But before she could walk back to the room, Wu Junzhi followed her.
"Is something wrong?" Wang Sizhi frowned slightly.
I saw Wu Junzhi dusting his sleeves to show respect, bowing in salute, and said solemnly: "Sister-in-law, please have some!"
The atmosphere froze on the spot.
Wang Sizhi raised his eyebrows and turned to leave.
Suddenly, she took a breath of cold air, and her waist felt numb. Isn't he Giliu's subordinate? How dare you be so absurd and bold!
Behind her, the man hugged her waist, rested his chin on her shoulder, and nibbled her earlobe.
She bit her red lips tightly and her eyes were filled with tears. At this moment, she wanted to die.
"Life is not easy, but we can't stop thinking about food and drink. My body is thin and bones. If I sell it to Chunxian Tower in the future, I won't be able to get a good price."
Familiar voices, broken words. Wang Sizhi trembled in her heart, turned around suddenly, and saw the smiling white-haired man in front of her.
She subconsciously glanced to the side, and then saw Wu Junzhi standing far away, not daring to breathe.
Is it worth celebrating? She laughed to herself, and suddenly felt pain in her jaw. She subconsciously wanted to struggle, but she forgot that her hands were tightly bound.
Guiliu pinched her chin forcefully, forcing her to look at him, narrowing his red phoenix eyes, gently breathing out, and hitting her face, itching unbearably.
"How dare you look at other men when I, the Crown Prince, are talking to you? What? We haven't seen him for a few days and you get along so well with him?"
Wu Junzhi suddenly felt as if he had been hit hard and broke out in cold sweat.
Guiliu squinted his eyes and got closer to her face, and he could clearly feel her delicate body trembling slightly due to nervousness. Abruptly, he bit her cheek, then took a step back to take a good look at the beauty in front of him. He tilted his head and smiled and said, "It's so sweet."
Wang Sizhi held back tears and said in an aggrieved voice, "How long do you want me to wait?"
"I'll pick you up tonight."
Guiliu carried her back to the house, not forgetting to let Xueqiu accompany her. After a while, he walked out and went straight to the pavilion.
When Wu Junzhi saw Gui Liu approaching, he quickly stood up.
Guiliu wiped the blood on his face with a handkerchief and said indifferently, "Didn't you touch her?"
Wu Junzhi's head shook like a rattle.
Guiliu put down the handkerchief, carefully tried to touch the wound, and immediately gasped in pain. In desperation, he had no choice but to cover the wound with a handkerchief.
Wu Junzhi blinked and said cautiously: "Sister-in-law bit it?"
Guiliu sat down and said, "I bully her like this, it would be strange if she doesn't bite me."
Wu Junzhi looked around cautiously and lowered his voice deliberately, "Are we going to take action tonight?"
"It's not action, it's acting." Geiliu corrected.
Guiliu drank the tea in one gulp and exclaimed, "Why is this tea so sweet?"
Wu Junzhi was a little confused, "I didn't put sugar in the tea."
"oh?"
Guiliu squinted his eyes, raised the tea cup and looked at it carefully, and finally found a small amount of bright red lipstick on the rim of the cup.
Wu Junzhi realized it later and reminded him aloud: "I remembered, my sister-in-law drank this cup of tea."
Geiliu put down the tea cup and said with a smile: "So? What do you want to say?"
Wu Junzhi was stunned and choked with sobs for a long time, but couldn't hold back a single word.
Guiliu leaned back and leaned against the fence with a lazy posture, "Your sister-in-law..."
Wu Junzhi immediately pricked up his ears, fearing that he would miss even a word.
The corners of Guiliu's lips curled up, "It's very sweet."
Wu Junzhi was stunned and repeated, "Very sweet?"
Guiliu closed his eyes and said with endless aftertaste: "It's fragrant and sweet, as delicious as sugar buns."
"You don't have any questions to ask me?" Guiliu opened his eyes and said, "I could have chosen someone else, but I used her as a chess piece. Do you know why?"
Wu Junzhi nodded, "I couldn't figure it out before, but until that day, my sister-in-law cried very hard, so I opened the bag of tips you told me. There was a piece of letter paper inside. Although my sister-in-law cried even more after reading it, she still couldn't. It's obviously not out of sadness."
Guiliu looked up at the sky and said softly: "Wu Junzhi, do you think I helped her out of pity, or did I do it willingly because I liked her?"
Wu Junzhi said without any hesitation, "Of course because I like it."
"Yes." Guiliu said softly: "You can see it, but this world can't see it, not even my mother and father can see it."
Wu Junzhi said softly: "So you used her as a pawn to set up a farce, similar to the Chunxian Tower back then. You just want everyone in the world to know, you want the court to know, and you want His Majesty the Emperor and the Empress to also know."
"My mother once told me that there is no place for a poor woman in this world. If you see a poor woman, help her as much as possible. So I estimate that my mother must be in trouble now. I don't know that I just feel sorry for her. , I still really like her. Of course my mother hoped that I would be the former. In the beginning, I was indeed the former, but unknowingly I became the latter. That year, we met by chance while watching lanterns during the Lantern Festival. My heart was moved when I saw her. If it was because of her appearance at that time, it was superficial, but this time when we met again many years later, I liked her more than just her appearance. I liked her quietness, her gentleness and considerateness. That day when I was killing someone on a snowy night, she put on a fox fur for me. At that moment, I felt as if she had been with me for many years, as if the years had passed quietly."
Guiliu said with a smile: "They say love doesn't know where it starts. It goes deep. I didn't understand it much before, but now I can empathize with it very much. When I first met her in Greenbelt City, I only regarded her as a pitiful woman. Now I like what she likes. It’s incredible. As expected, when it comes to love, if you like it, you just like it, and if you don’t like it, you don’t like it. There is no reason to explain.”
Guiliu stood up, glanced at the room, his eyes were gentle, "I want everyone in the world to know that Wang Gongqiao is no longer here, but I, Guiliu, am here, and no one can bully her."
Wu Junzhi hesitated and asked, "What did you write to your sister-in-law?"
"Just a few simple words."
Guiliu didn't say any more and turned to leave.
In the room, Wang Sizhi looked at the rice paper spread out in a daze.
The handwriting on the rice paper was written by the man himself. There were only four short words, "Follow me home."
After Guiliu left Yunmiao Inn, he came to a secluded place alone.
He squatted down, peeled away a thick layer of snow, and cleared a layer of dead black leaves until the soil leaked out, and then he pounded down hard.
The fist broke through the earth several meters and created a deep hole downwards. Gui Liu leaned over to look, and immediately took off Zhu Xian, used it as a shovel, and started digging.
As the mound grew higher, Geiliu dug deeper and deeper. The deeper you go, the slower the movement of the stream becomes, as if there is some untouchable treasure hidden in the soil.
At the end of the digging, Geiliu didn't hesitate to get his clothes dirty, so he simply crawled on the ground and stretched out his arms to explore the cave.
From the hole several meters deep, he carefully took out two jars of wine.
Two altars of swords burn spring in the south.
Gui Liu's eyes were bright, and he didn't expect that the records in Qing Qian's ancient records were true. Thousands of years ago, this place was actually the brewery of Shaochun in Jiannan.
Guiliu suddenly felt a little pity. Although this wine was thousands of years old, it was not produced in ancient Jiannan Road after all, and the quality could only be regarded as the inferior quality of Jiannan Shaochun.
Thinking back to the two jars of Jiannan Shaochun I drank at Chunxianlou, I realized that they were truly authentic. Without even thinking about it, they must have been produced in the Imperial Brewing Cellar on the ancient Jiannan Road and were specially provided to the royal family.
In fact, Guiliu didn't think about it carefully at the time, and it was only later that he realized how much he owed Hu Meizi a favor by drinking those two jars of wine. In the past hundred years, "thousand-year-old relics" Jiannan Shaochun have been discovered in various parts of the world, but most of them are produced in the north, that is, brewed by small and unfashionable workshops. Even Jiannan Shaochun may not be as good as some of the best wines today. . Jiannan Shaochun produced in the south is very rare, less than two out of ten. As for the ones really produced in Gujiannan Road, the most recent one dates back to more than 200 years ago.
As for Hu Meizi's two jars of wine, there are seals engraved on the bottom of the jars. After thousands of years of wear and tear, the color has completely peeled off, but the engraved marks are still there. Looking through ancient calligraphy books, we can see that the characters engraved on it are exactly the three characters "Jiannan Road". Therefore, those two jars of wine are very likely to be the best in the world, and there will be no other wines in later generations. Unless we can find a jar of Shaochun produced in Jiannan Road, but judging from more than two hundred years of time, the hope is already slim.
Ancient books record that the Zhou Dynasty a thousand years ago designated Jiannan Shaochun as the national wine and strictly restricted the brewing of Jiannan Shaochun. There are thousands of imperial brewing cellars in the huge Jiannan Road, but there are only a few that are qualified to brew Jiannan Shaochun. It is precisely because of the ancient people's philosophy that rare things are valuable, the brewing technology of Jiannan Shaochun was not inherited, and eventually it was gradually lost.
Gui Liu carefully wrapped the two jars of wine, thinking that if he could return to the capital alive, he would treat them as gifts prepared for Gui Qing after traveling abroad. I don’t know if that little girl is still angry now. But with her temperament, she is probably still angry.
Returning to Qingqian City from the suburbs, the sky was completely dark.
Because Wu Junzhi came back, Qingqian City was completely silent at night, and the streets were deserted. It was hard to see a person, but he was still a homeless homeless man.
In fact, Gui Liu was a little confused. He was the "number one dude in the world", and his prestige and power of intimidation were much greater than Wu Junzhi's. Then why don’t you see this in the capital?
After walking into an ordinary inn, Geiliu returned to the room, took off the knife sheath on the table, and held the long, emerald green knife with a blunt edge.
Lushui, a famous sword in the world, was the most precious treasure of the royal family of the previous dynasty. It was made by Zhang Jilin, the chief swordsmith of the Six Kingdoms, two hundred years ago. The man who forged the knife went against the grain, and the sharp edge was blunt, which symbolized the way of peace.
Gui Liu subconsciously touched the Zhu Xian on his back.
One is the most lethal sword in the world.
One is the bluntest knife in the world.
In the age of peace and prosperity, the Lu River ruled the country.
In times of war and turmoil, Zhu Xian picks him up.
It's so simple.
A young man with white hair and a sword slowly walked out of the inn.
The courtyard is full of fragrance, the drunken whip is hanging, the phoenix moon is in the moon, the jade house is spring, Nuo breaks through the Huanxi sand, Tang Duoling, the six-handed Cipai flying sword is warm and nourished in his acupoints.
Maybe this man didn't even realize it,
Traveling this way,
Has come a long way.
