Xinfeng's fine wines are worth ten thousand, Xianyang's knights have been wandering for many years; when we meet, we drink for you in spirit, and we tie our horses to the willows hanging from tall buildings.
The poem expresses people's love for wine in ancient times and illustrates the prevalence of wine culture in ancient times.
People in the Tang Dynasty loved wine, and Cheng Chumo and the others were no exception.
Putting down the wine bowl, Cheng Chumo sighed: "The wine in Brother Yishan's house is really good. An old man from a certain family has been asking me if there is any left, so I can bring some jars to this person."
The other people also had hopeful expressions.
A bunch of drunkards!
Yang Fan said helplessly: "You have carried Uncle Cheng out, do you dare to say that you don't have it? If you really don't give it, Uncle Cheng will come to the door tomorrow? But there is not much left, because the weather is cold and the fermentation It’s relatively slow, wait two or three months, you can take a bath with wine if you want.”
Speaking of wine, Yang Fan couldn't help but think of the scene where Yao Jin and the others drank wine a few days ago.
The demon king simply drank the wine as water.
If there really was enough alcohol, I would have liked to use wine instead of bath water.
Thinking about Cheng Yaojin taking a bath and drinking his own bath water, Yang Fan couldn't help it.
After all, that kind of picture is so beautiful that I can’t even imagine it.
Fang Yiai's throat twitched a few times, and she drank the wine in one gulp, licking her mouth with lingering interest.
Maybe he thought it was not enough, so he yelled:
"Brother Yishan, my father banned me from drinking during the Chinese New Year this year. My mouth is almost going to fade away. Please bring me another jar of wine. I'm going to have a good drink today."
Covering his forehead, Yang Fan looked at Fang Yiai and the others with rosy faces, a little speechless.
Several of them are not very old, but they are already figures in the alcohol killing scene. This is the rhythm of becoming an alcoholic.
However, it was the Spring Festival and it was just for fun, so of course Yang Fan would not refuse.
I had to quickly order my servants to get the wine, otherwise these boys would never stop.
Li Jinghuan was obviously not in high spirits, even a little depressed. He was drinking wine in small sips, which was completely different from his usual style.
Taking advantage of this gap, Li Jinghuan looked at Yang Fan with some confusion and said: "Brother Yishan is really a scholar. He made the Tubo envoys dance around during the meeting a few days ago. He really made the Tang Dynasty proud; but the Tubo envoys You are really thick-skinned, and now you are going back on your word, crying and begging your Majesty for marriage again. Now your Majesty is a little hesitant, what do you think?"
Yang Fan became extremely depressed when he mentioned this matter.
If he has any opinion, of course he firmly disagrees, but this matter is simply not something he can decide.
He didn't even know how to persuade His Majesty Li Er!
However, how come Li Jinghuan started to care about national affairs now?
Soon, a bolt of lightning flashed through his mind.
Isn't Princess Wencheng, who made peace with Tubo in history, Li Jinghuan's sister Li Xueyan?
Careless!
In the original history, Li Shimin was reluctant to let his daughter marry far away from Tubo, so he selected a girl from the clan as a princess.
Has Li Shimin really made up his mind to make peace with Tubo?
Looking at Li Jinghuan's troubled expression, Yang Fan thoughtfully asked: "Does Your Majesty want to choose a woman from the clan to marry Tubo?"
"How did Brother Yishan know?" Li Jinghuan was extremely surprised and put down the wine bowl in his hand.
After all, his father told him when he came out of the house today.
Yang Fan smiled slightly and pretended to be a magician: "Not only did I know, but I also knew that Your Majesty intended to let Brother Jing Huan's sister go to Tubo."
"How do you say this?" Cheng Chumo was a little confused.
After all, Li Shimin has not clearly expressed his intention to get married.
Yang Fan took a sip of tea and said in a pretentious manner: "Actually, it's very simple. The princesses of the royal family are either already married or too young. There is no suitable one at all. Since His Majesty has the intention of getting married, of course he has to choose from the clan..."
"Last time I heard Brother Jinghuan say that he has a younger sister who is in her prime years. Based on Brother Jinghuan's troubled expression just now, it's easy to guess."
After hearing Yang Fan's analysis and seeing Li Jinghuan nodding in surprise, everyone was filled with admiration.
But how did they know that Yang Fan was just a foresight.
"In that case, I wonder if Brother Yishan has a way to break the situation." Li Jinghuan asked eagerly.
He didn't want his sister to marry in that bitter cold place where birds didn't lay eggs.
Yang Fan fell into silence. There was actually a way, but it was very impractical.
For example, if he quickly arranges a marriage for Li Xueyan, it will be impossible for Li Shimin to order another marriage.
Or dispelling Li Shimin's idea of getting married can also prevent Li Xueyan from marrying far away from Tubo.
But neither the former nor the latter can be easily achieved.
After all, not everyone dares to be known as someone who despises imperial power if he is not careful.
Before Yang Fan could speak, Fang Yiai spoke first: "This matter is not easy. I heard from my father last night that the Tubo envoys bribed many ministers in the DPRK and the Central Government to put pressure on His Majesty, so His Majesty changed his mind. Now It is extremely difficult to disrupt the marriage, because His Majesty has to deal with not only Tibet, but also the various forces in the DPRK."
"Is there really no other way?" Li Jinghuan muttered to himself in a daze.
Before he was absolutely sure, of course Yang Fan would not make false claims. He could only comfort him: "Brother Jinghuan, the car has its own way to the mountain, so don't think too much. His Majesty must have his own plan."
At this time, the servants brought another jar of wine. Yang Fan waved the servants away and filled the wine bowls for everyone. A mellow aroma of wine instantly filled the room.
Seeing that the atmosphere was a bit depressing, Fang Yiai picked up the wine bowl and took a sip, then exhaled and praised: "It's really good wine. The wine I drank before is even worse than horse piss. Come on, let's drink together." .”
Cheng Chumo also hurriedly said: "Yes, brother Jinghuan, the court is still arguing about the marriage proposal. Now your Majesty has not made a final decision. Whether it will succeed or not is not yet known. Drinking is important. Wouldn't it be a pity to miss such a fine wine?"
The brothers' concern made Li Jinghuan feel better.
Chai Lingwu said carelessly: "The emperor's uncle is wise and powerful, and he will make the right decision in the future. I heard that your majesty only did so due to some scruples."
"Hahaha! Are you brats talking bad about me?" A burst of hearty laughter came from the door.
Everyone turned around and saw that Li Shimin walked into the main hall first, followed by Li Junxian.
"Kowtow to Your Majesty!"
Cheng Chumo and others were immediately frightened. They quickly stood up and saluted, their hearts beating wildly.
Talking about the emperor behind his back is a serious crime of disrespect.
Even if he didn't say anything bad, that would be absolutely unacceptable, let alone being caught red-handed now.
Looking at Li Shimin, who was dressed in casual clothes, Yang Fan held his breath. This guy just liked to show off and scare people.
But isn’t the emperor trapped in a cage-like palace all day long?
He sneaked out again on New Year's Day. Aren't he afraid of the verbal and written criticism from the group of admonishers at Yushitai?
Li Shimin was secretly proud of himself when he saw that these brats who were fearless were trembling with fear because of his words.
When he turned around, he saw Yang Fan sitting and staring at him blankly, without saying hello or looking scared.
His Majesty Li Er felt a little unhappy and shouted: "Are you blind or a fool? Why don't you give up your seat quickly?"
