Xianyang, on the main street.
Bai Luo swept her gaze across the prosperous scene, followed by the vigilant Eunuch Chen.
There were black-armored Qin soldiers everywhere.
There were no assassinations on the streets, and no one was risking their lives to investigate the tavern.
The various forces and nobles in Xianyang had completely settled down.
He didn't dare to be Bai Luo's enemy anymore.
"Yi, isn't this Wang Jian?"
Bai Luo had just stepped into the tavern when she saw an old man sitting at the table in the middle of the hall, eating and drinking. There were two servants beside him.
He was watching worriedly.
"Brother Bai Luo, I haven't been here for some time. This time, I've come up with a new thing. I guarantee that you'll be satisfied.”
"En, Eunuch Chen, sit down and eat together.”
Bai Luo nodded and then looked at Eunuch Chen, who was vigilant of his surroundings.
Eunuch Chen's expression did not change.
Seeing this, Bai Luo did not continue persuading him.
After waiting for a while.
"I just got it out and was thinking of sending it to the Qin royal palace.”
Gao Yao carried a copper hotpot to Bai Luo's table.
Bai Luo took a closer look.
This mud horse was also a mandarin duck pot.
He remembered that he had casually mentioned to Gao Yao that he wanted to make a hotpot.
He didn't expect Gao Yao to really remember it.
"This wine has also been improved. It tastes better and is more fragrant. Unfortunately, our Old Gao doesn't have any great skills. He only knows how to cook and can't help much.”
Gao Yao couldn't help but sigh as he spoke.
"It's nothing. You can help me by opening this wine shop and earning more money.”
Bai Luo shook his head.
He wanted to use the money in the hands of these nobles to save them from rotting in the warehouse.
"Swish, swish, swish."
"Not bad. It's still a little worse than what I ate before, but it's not bad.”
Bai Luo took a bite of the meat and muttered.
"Um, I don't know."
He turned around and saw Wang Jian standing behind him, staring at the mutton slices floating in the pot.
"What's wrong with this?"
Bai Luo pointed at the hotpot with her chopsticks and didn't ask Wang Jian to sit down and eat with her.
It wasn't that he was stingy.
This sh * t, if this old man Wang Jian suddenly fell to the ground and couldn't get up halfway through his meal.
The scene was too beautiful to imagine.
"I say, you junior, why don't you know etiquette?”
Wang Jian's face turned stiff as he said unhappily.
"Clang."
He could tell at a glance.
Bai Luo shook her head and didn't even look at Qin Banliang on the table.
"I, this."
Wang Jian was so angry that his beard flew a little higher. He immediately raised his saber and wanted to argue with Bai Luo.
What did it mean to be strong in old age?
"What, are you looking for a knife? Can an old man carry it?”
Bai Luo looked at Wang Jian's action of looking for a knife, and his heart instantly started to secretly calculate.
He looked quite sturdy.
He didn't look like an old man at all.
"He said that this old man can't lift a saber. Little child, even if this old man goes to the battlefield again, I can still cut down seven or eight of them.”
Wang Jian was even angrier, and he could not even suppress his eyebrows.
"Alright, I'm really scared of you. Sit down and eat together.”
He had long heard that Wang Jian was extremely thick-skinned.
"That's more like it."
"This old man is shameless."
Bai Luo cursed in her heart. She didn't give in to Wang Jian and quickly picked up the mutton slices and mutton balls in the pot.
Under the precise attack, it even faintly suppressed Wang Jian.
"I said, which family are you from?”
Wang Jian did not know what to say for a moment.
"Bai Luo."
Bai Luo didn't even raise his head, but his hand movements were extremely fast as he scooped up the remaining pieces of meat.
Wang Jian suddenly stood up and sized up Bai Luo again.
He had only heard of Ying Yinman's wedding with Bai Qi's descendant, but he had missed it and never saw Bai Qi's descendant.
He did not expect to meet her here today.
"The bill is ready."
Bai Luo picked up the Qin Banliang on the table and threw it to the busy waiter.
Wang Jian's eyeballs were about to pop out. It was still the first time he did such a thing.
Didn't she look down on his Qin Banliang?
Bai Luo ignored Wang Jian and got up to leave the wine shop.
"Eunuch Chen, get someone to tell His Majesty that this Old Man Wang is still vigorous despite his age and can still fight for Great Qin on the battlefield.”
After walking out for a while, Bai Luo turned around and instructed Eunuch Chen.
This Wang Jian was a shrewd person.
How could it be so easy to retreat? He had to make him bleed and sweat for Great Qin.
"Yes."
Eunuch Chen nodded.
Like a ghost, he followed Bai Luo's figure.
In the Qin palace.
"Wang Jian said it himself. He is old but strong and can even raise a blade to kill people on the battlefield. It is not bad.”
Ying Yinman looked at the message that she had just received, and a smile appeared on her face.
He ordered people to prepare paper and ink and drafted an imperial edict.
This matter was not decided in a short time.
He had been hesitating about whether or not he should let Wang Jian return and continue to bleed for Great Qin. However, doing so would be too unreasonable.
However, since Wang Jian had said so himself, Great Qin was only helping him.
Soon, the edict was written on the snowflake paper.
It was transmitted to Wang Jian's residence.
"F * ck, brat, you've misled this old man.”
Wang Jian looked at the imperial edict, his face turning green.
The god damn horse was old but strong, and could even slash people on the battlefield.
It wasn't easy for them to retreat bravely and be able to rest quietly. They were all sent in.
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