When the convoy left.
On the flat ground outside the somewhat noisy courtyard, several figures could be vaguely seen.
"How is it? Did you find anything?"
"I don't know! Li Shi Min was expressionless. Perhaps he really didn't know about the disappearance of the two thousand men!”
"There are Golden Guards hidden here?"
"There must be. When Li Shiming goes out, the Golden Guards must be with him!”
"Dammit, where are our two thousand men?”
"I don't know, I can't be sure. The smell here is still as good as before. I don't know what method the people of the Wei King's Courtyard used.”
"Don't think so much about useless things. Let's go back and report everything that happened today to the family head.”
"Yes, you're right. Let's go!"
“···········”
Several voices disappeared on the spot.
It was completely quiet here.
Today, Li Shiming's departure from the city had stirred the hearts of all the noble families. However, after countless spies had been watching, they couldn't find any clues.
He could only leave resentfully.
The two thousand men of the noble clan were still missing, as if they had evaporated from the face of the earth!
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Chang 'an.
Li Shiming sent someone to send Cheng Yaojin back to the Cheng Mansion before returning to the Imperial City.
Cheng Yaojin had no choice but to send him directly to the residence. He was sleeping soundly all the way and could not be woken up at all.
Cheng Chumo brought four or five servants with him and helped Cheng Yaojin up. Then, they carefully walked toward the room.
"Be careful."
"Don't fall."
"Dad, dad, wake up. How much did you drink? Why did you fall asleep?”
Cheng Chumo shouted at the side, wanting to wake Cheng Yaojin up, but no matter how much his throat was about to rot, Cheng Yaojin still didn't move.
"What's going on?"
"Old Cheng? Old Cheng? Biting gold! Biting gold!"
Mrs. Cheng also came forward to welcome her.
"Mother, there's no need to shout. Father is drunk and asleep.”Cheng Chumo was helpless.
"Drunk? What's going on?"
"He can get drunk too?"
"Could it have fallen into the wine cellar?”
Hearing this, Mrs. Cheng didn't believe it.
Good girl…
How much alcohol would it take to make Cheng Yaojin drunk?
"Quick, quick, quick, carry Old Master to the bed.”
"Men, go and boil a pot of hangover soup.”
"Careful, careful!"
Mrs. Cheng quickly instructed.
Cheng Yaojin was helped to the bed and was still sleeping soundly.
And right at this time, Qin Qiong and Yuchi Jingde came in from outside.
When they heard that Cheng Yaojin had returned to the manor, they hurried over to visit him. They wanted to ask what he had gone out with the Emperor today.
However, when the two of them saw Cheng Yaojin lying motionless on the bed, they were a little stunned.
"How much did Old Cheng drink?”
"He's actually so drunk!"
Qin Qiong was stunned.
Others might not understand Cheng Yaojin's alcohol tolerance, but he and his old buddies, Yuchi Jingde, were well aware of it.
To be able to make Cheng Yaojin drunk like this, my dear…
They didn't know how much alcohol they had to drink, because no one had ever seen Cheng Yaojin so unconscious.
"Sigh…"
"This Old Cheng is so rude. He went out with His Majesty and drank so much.”
Mrs. Cheng was also helpless.
"He should be having a good time drinking with His Majesty and the others.”
"Since that's the case, we'll visit again another day.”
Qin Qiong cupped his fists and was about to take his leave.
However, at this moment.
" Woo... Huhu... Huhu..."
"Water…Water…Water!”
Cheng Yaojin suddenly made a strange sound and then called out in a low voice.
"Aiya!"
Mrs. Cheng was shocked and quickly went to get some water.
Qin Qiong and Yuchi Jingde were also shocked and hurriedly walked over.
" Biting Gold, Biting Gold, you're awake?" Qin Qiong called out softly.
Cheng Yaojin opened his eyes in a daze, but the next moment, he seemed to have thought of something. He suddenly sat up from the bed and looked around crazily.
"Your Majesty!"
"Your Majesty!"
"Your Majesty!"
He was very anxious.
"His Majesty has already returned to the palace.”Yuchi Jingde hurriedly said.
"Back to the palace?" Cheng Yaojin was still a little confused.
"Yes, look, this is your residence. You were drunk just now, and it was the servants who carried you in.”Qin Qiong continued. He looked at Cheng Yaojin, who looked like he had not woken up, shook his head, and smiled."How much did you and His Majesty drink in the afternoon?”
"I've never seen you so drunk.”
Cheng Yaojin looked around and saw that just as Qin Qiong and the others had said, he had already returned.
Bang!
He slammed his head on the pillow again and stuck out two fingers.
"Two jars?" Qin Qiong guessed.
Cheng Yaojin shook his head.
"Twenty jars?" Qin Qiong exclaimed.
Cheng Yaojin shook his head again.
"Then what is this?" Qin Qiong was puzzled.
Yuchi Jingde stood at the side and looked at Cheng Yaojin's appearance. He frowned and said in amusement,""Old Cheng, I've never seen you drink twenty jars, but last time, you drank for sixteen days and went from black to bright.”
Cheng Yaojin smiled bitterly.
His lips were a little dry.
He took a sip, and after it was slightly moist, he said,"Two bowls.”
Qin Qiong was speechless.
Yuchi Jingde:
"Stop fooling around, Yaojin."
"Two bowls, two bowls of wine are paler than water to you. How is that possible?”
"Is your bowl as big as the big vat outside?”
How could Qin Qiong believe that?
Two bowls of wine?
How much was two bowls of wine?
To put it bluntly, it was like feeding it to ants. Even ants wouldn't get drunk.
Not to mention Cheng Yaojin, the devil king.
"That's right. Talk nicely and stop fooling around. The effect of these two bowls of wine is more powerful than twenty jars.”
"Stop fooling around."
Yuchi Jingde shook his head repeatedly.
Only a ghost would believe such words.
"Old Cheng, why are you still lying to General Qin and General Yuchi?”
"I don't blame you."
Mrs. Cheng handed the tea in her hand to Cheng Yaojin angrily.
Cheng Yaojin was sitting down. He took it and took a sip, but then…
Puff…
He spat it all out.
"What tea?"
"It tastes so bad."
"I want to drink Sour Plum Juice."
Cheng Yaojin blurted out.
The room was a little quiet. When Cheng Yaojin finished speaking, he was also a little quiet.
The four of them looked at each other.
What the hell?
Sour plum juice?
What was that? Why had he never heard of it before?
"Aiya…"
Cheng Yaojin put the teacup in his hand aside, sighed, and lay down again.
"I'm telling the truth."
"Just two bowls of wine."
"Why don't you believe me?"
" Second Brother Qin, Old Hei, I told you, that wine…Tsk tsk tsk…"
When Cheng Yaojin thought about it, his face was full of nostalgia and taste.
"It's really good. I, Cheng Yaojin, have never drunk such good wine in my life.”
"There's also hotpot and sour plum juice.!!”
"This feels so good, so good."
Cheng Yaojin stared blankly at the roof. As he spoke, drool was about to drip from the corner of his mouth.
Qin Qiong and Yuchi Jingde exchanged glances.
"Old Cheng, what is it?"
"Tell me about it properly?"
"The best wine? What wine is that?"
Qin Qiong hurriedly asked.
Mrs. Cheng was also curious.
She had never seen Cheng Yaojin like this before.
The first time!
This was really the first time!
Cheng Yaojin took a deep breath and told him what he had eaten for lunch.
Of course, they skipped over the embarrassing scene at the beginning.
"This…"
Hearing Cheng Yaojin's words, the three of them were a little confused.
"This wine…How is that possible!”
"No matter how good it is, it's impossible to get drunk after two glasses!”
"And that hotpot and sour plum juice, are they really that delicious? Why haven't I heard of it before?"
Qin Qiong still didn't believe it.
Cheng Yaojin said with delight, but he could not understand the feeling at all.
"Yes, I am."
"No matter how good it is, it won't get drunk after two glasses.”
"Also, Old Cheng, don't frame me. Who would eat a pot?”
Yuchi Jingde shook his head repeatedly, his face full of disbelief.
"Tsk."
"It's fine if you don't believe me."
"This wine was personally brewed by His Highness the King of Wei. The hotpot and sour plum juice were also made by His Highness.”
"This time, I, Old Cheng, didn't waste my time.”
Cheng Yaojin was too lazy to explain to them.
Humph!
Look at his ignorant appearance, it was really…
Contempt!
A person who had never eaten hotpot or drunk hard liquor was not worthy of talking to him.
Suddenly, Cheng Yaojin's eyes widened and he got up from the bed.
"Eh?"
"Right!"
"I remember that His Majesty took three jars of wine from His Highness the King of Wei today, as well as the hotpot base.”
"Let's go and find His Majesty to eat.”
Cheng Yaojin remembered this and quickly put on his boots.
"Hiss…"
However, because he was too excited, his head swayed and he felt a little dizzy. He was on the verge of collapsing. Fortunately, Qin Qiong grabbed him.
"Old Cheng, it's already so late."
"You rest first."
"Tomorrow, we'll go tomorrow at noon.”
Qin Qiong hurriedly advised.
"Yes, you just ate today, and His Majesty just ate and drank. Tomorrow, tomorrow, we'll eat together.”
Yuchi Jingde also stopped him.
"Oh!"
"Yes, yes, yes!"
"I was rash!"
Cheng Yaojin slapped his forehead and looked outside. It was already dark.
He slowly lay down again.
After chatting for a while longer, Qin Qiong and Yuchi Jingde also took their leave.
"Old Hei, two bowls of wine can make Yaojin drunk, do you believe it? I still don't believe it."
" I don't believe it either, but Old Cheng said it so excitedly, this…"
"Tomorrow, tomorrow, I have to take that wine from His Majesty's hands. No, I'll go find Medicine Master and the others again and talk to them.”
"Yes, yes, yes. There's strength in numbers. And that hotpot. What kind of hotpot is this?”
"I don't know. Forget it. I'll see tomorrow. Why does the Wei Manor have so many good things?”
“·········”
The two of them walked away.
His voice was filled with curiosity.
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In the Imperial City.
Empress Zhangsun stood in front of a parasol tree.
This parasol tree was right next to the Phoenix Rites Hall. It was the only parasol tree in the Imperial City, and at the same time, it was the tallest tree.
In the entire Imperial City, there was no one taller and more luxuriant than this parasol tree.
She remembered what Chang Le had said.
The green sparrow's literary talent was even higher than this parasol tree?
How was this possible?
Just this brat, Green Sparrow, doesn't go to class every day?
Empress Zhangsun shook her head, turned around, and returned to the palace.
Li Shi Min was already asleep.
It could be said that everyone was very tired today.
At this moment, in the Imperial City, the lights in a palace called the Perpetual Joy Palace Hall had not been turned off.
It was already late at night.
Everyone was silent.
There were only grasshoppers around, singing their own revelry.
However, Chang Le was not sleepy at all.
She leaned against the candle and looked at the Dream of the Red Chamber in her hand hungrily.
His entire soul seemed to have been sucked into a book. From time to time, he would chuckle twice, and from time to time, tears would flow from the corners of his eyes.
However, Chang Le didn't care.
Of course, there was a high chance that he had forgotten.
He was completely immersed in it.
Before he knew it, the night had passed and the sun had just risen. Chang Le slowly climbed up from the table.
She looked out the window. The sun was already high up in the sky.
He lowered his head to look at Dream of the Red Chamber.
He couldn't help but chuckle. He was too engrossed in reading last night and fell asleep on the table in the middle of the night.
"Green Sparrow's talent is really amazing.”
"Imperial Mother actually still doesn't believe it. If this book were to spread, who knows how many men and women would cry and be unable to sleep at night.”
"Jia Baoyu, Lin Daiyu, Xue Baochai…"
"Hu…"
Chang Le exhaled softly.
She planned to rest for a while before continuing to watch the story. The rest of the story was too exciting, and she did not want to delay it at all.
However, after sleeping on the table for an entire night, his body felt like it was about to fall apart.
The pain was unbearable.
Changle decided to exercise first.
Eat some rice.
Then, he continued!
"Ah…"
Chang Le stretched his body and stood up from the table.
Pa!
However, when she turned around, her hand brushed against Dream of the Red Chamber and the book fell to the ground.
"Hmm?"
"Aiya!"
Chang Le quickly squatted down and picked it up.
"Eh…"
Chang Le was surprised.
She suddenly realized that 'Dream of the Red Chamber' had 'split' apart. One book had become two books.
He quickly checked it and realized that this thin book and Dream of the Red Chamber were stuck together. He had brought them all back without noticing.
When he came back yesterday, he had been reading 'Dream of the Red Chamber' ever since.
"What book is this?"
Chang Le placed Dream of the Red Chamber on the table and flipped through the pages of this thin book.
He realized that there was no title at all.
He opened it.
This book was written line by line and was extremely fair.
Chang Le looked at it curiously.
But after a few breaths, her eyes suddenly focused!
Boom!
In his mind, it was like a volcano erupting, a meteorite crashing into a planet, or a tsunami rushing toward the coast.
He was completely petrified on the spot!
His brain could not think.
His soul was completely convinced.
This…
Was this also written by…Green Sparrow?!!!!
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