Me and my Jianghu Tavern

Secondly, he was not proficient in swords. In any case, his control of the sword was a little bit off. This was why Jiang He was able to chop off a strand of his hair in the last sword, but he was unscathed.

At this time, Su Tan and Butler Min came over.

"Patriarch." Butler Min stepped forward to investigate, afraid that something might have happened.

Jiang He waved his hand to indicate that there is no serious problem. It is the most gratifying thing to see such a sword today.

Su Tan was wearing that long blue dress, she walked forward slowly, and said worriedly: "What's the matter with the shopkeeper?"

"It's okay, don't worry." Zhang Ming gave her a reassuring look.

Seeing this, Su Tan breathed a sigh of relief, but she was shocked just now.

"Minnan, go prepare some wine. I want to have two drinks with Brother Zhang. This time is really fun, haha."

Jiang He laughed out loud, he was really happy, this was the first time in all these years that he had used his real sword, even though it was only such a sword, it was enough.

Zhang Ming stretched out his hand and said, "No, I have it here."

After finishing speaking, Zhang Ming took out the wine gourd.

Jiang He paused for a moment, took the jug, took a sip, and felt hearty after drinking this sip of wine. He drank 'good wine' and handed the wine gourd to Zhang Ming.

Zhang Ming took the wine gourd and took a sip, not to lose his interest.

Just between a sword and a pot of wine, Jiang He's impression of Zhang Ming changed a lot.

Swordsmen are loyal to the sword, and there are many like-minded people, but it is very difficult to find a like-minded person who is good at swordsmanship, which is why swordsmen are always alone.

Zhang Ming wiped the corners of his mouth after drinking, but the wine gourd in his hand was snatched by Jiang He again.

Jiang He looked very heroic when he drank, pouring heavily on his head, the liquid trickled down the corners of his mouth and dripped into his clothes, but he didn't care at all.

Jiang Buxuan was also Jiang Buxuan back then.

"Drink!" Jiang He handed the wine gourd to Zhang Ming again.

Zhang Ming smiled wryly, it seemed that he would not be able to leave today.

"The shopkeeper..." Su Tan looked at Zhang Ming.

Zhang Ming took the wine gourd, looked at Su Tan and said, "Go back first, don't wait for me."

"Okay." Su Tan was silent for a moment, and agreed.

She paused, but added another sentence: "Drink less wine."

"En." Zhang Ming nodded.

Immediately, Butler Min sent Su Tan back, and only Zhang Ming and Jiang He were left in the courtyard.

No other nonsense, just two words: "Drink!"

These days, the Jiang Manor was very dull, and Jiang He couldn't stand it anymore. Now that he could get drunk, he wouldn't miss it.

Naturally, Zhang Ming couldn't refuse, and these days he was a bit too dull.

"Hahaha, drink!"

Hearing Jiang He's loud laughter, the two of them drank this wine gourd alternately, drinking as much as they wanted.

Zhang Ming also saw the heroic spirit hidden by the Jiang Patriarch.

Jiang Heyi was just a later name, his real name was Jiang Buxuan.

Rebellious and unruly.

Chapter 337: Drunkenness

He was the shopkeeper of the tavern, but that didn't mean he wouldn't get drunk. He drank from noon until dark, no matter how good Zhang Ming's capacity for alcohol was, he still had some headaches.

Fortunately, Jiang He was drunk in the end and was helped down by Butler Min, so Zhang Ming was relieved.

After rubbing his swollen head, Zhang Ming left the courtyard.

He planned to go back to rest, but he saw Su Tan sitting in front of the door.

"Why are you here?" Zhang Ming asked.

Su Tan opened his mouth slightly, but paused again, and said, "Sit down."

Sniffing the tip of his nose, Su Tan smelled the alcohol on Zhang Ming's body. It seemed that he had drunk a lot, so he asked, "How much wine did the shopkeeper drink?"

"I don't know...a lot."

Zhang Ming rubbed the space between his eyebrows. He only knew that he drank a lot, but he didn't know exactly how much.

Su Tan stood up and said to Zhang Ming, "Do you want to get a pot of tea to sober up?"

"No, no need." Zhang Ming waved his hand and refused.

It's not that I'm particularly drunk, it's just that I drank too much, and I have some headaches, so I'll be fine after a night of sleep.

However, Su Tan ignored him.

"Where are you going?" Zhang Ming asked.

Who knows, Su Tan didn't seem to hear it.

Seeing that she didn't respond, Zhang Ming didn't ask any more questions. He sat on the door rail and his head fell on the wooden door beside him.

It's the most uncomfortable to be drunk, just like him now.

No matter, this headache is indeed a bit uncomfortable, let's lie down first and wake up.

After a while, Su Tan came back with a pot of tea.

But he saw Zhang Ming lying on the wooden door with his eyes closed, as if he had fallen asleep.

Su Tan sighed helplessly.

She walked up to Zhang Ming and called softly, "The shopkeeper..."

Vaguely, Zhang Ming heard a call, and his eyes opened a crack, but he was not sober enough.

The tea flowed down his throat and into his stomach, Zhang Ming only felt that his stomach was no longer so turbulent, and suddenly calmed down and felt much more comfortable.

"call……"

Zhang Ming let out a foul breath, closed his eyes and fell into a deep sleep.

Su Tan got up and put down the teacup in her hand. Looking at Zhang Ming who was asleep, she stepped into the door, fetched the quilt, and covered Zhang Ming.

It was late at night, and the candles were all extinguished.

Su Tan also returned to the room to rest.

And Zhang Ming was sitting on the door rail, with his head leaning against the door, covered with a layer of quilt.

It was the end of autumn, but there was no chill in this night.

.........

Chang'an City.

Holding the sword in her hand, Yu Linglong frowned slightly as she looked at the letter on the table.

She put away the letter, got up and walked out of the room, and saw a candle in the inn, and sitting at the table was Gu Qingshan who was pouring wine.

Yu Linglong went downstairs.

Gu Qingshan raised his head and drank the glass of wine, sighed softly, heard the footsteps behind him, looked sideways, and asked: "The night is already deep, why don't you rest?"

Yu Linglong stepped forward to sit down, "Young master, why are you drinking alone here?"

Gu Qing Shan twisted the wine glass and smashed his mouth, shook his head and said: "This wine is boring, not as good as Brother Zhang's wine."

He sighed, but not the wine.

Now he is already standing on the opposite side of this arena.

Regarding the incident in Liangzhou, Gu Qingshan summoned the entire Jianghu, afterward everyone thought he was on the side of the imperial court, but he didn't try to defend himself, he didn't say a word.

It's no wonder that other people think like this, it's something he had already expected, it's just that the pressure of so many people makes him a little uncomfortable.

That's why he's here to drink.

Yu Linglong picked up the wine on the table and poured it for Gu Qingshan, poured another glass for herself, and said: "Linglong can drink a few cups with you."

Gu Qingshan smiled slightly, raised his wine glass to meet him.

Now, the only one who can accompany him is Yu Linglong.

Yu Linglong naturally knew that Gu Qingshan's condition was not good recently, but she didn't need to persuade her, she just needed to be with him, what Gu Qingshan lacks now is someone who understands him.

In this small inn, there is only one candle on this table, one jug of wine, two cups, and two people at this table.

Yu Linglong stayed with Gu Qingshan until she finished the jar of wine.

Yu Linglong pursed her lips and said, "Linglong is going to Xuzhou."

Gu Qingshan paused, raised his head and asked: "But what's the matter?"

Yu Linglong nodded and said, "It's about the sect."

Gu Qingshan sighed slightly in his heart, yes, after all, Yu Linglong is the leader of Qingyulou, and he will also be the head of the sect in the future, how could it be possible to follow him, an idler, all the time.

"when are we leaving?"

"Tomorrow morning."

"I send you."

"it is good."

Gu Qingshan sent Yu Linglong upstairs to rest, and returned to the room himself.

Knowing that Yu Linglong was leaving, he was inexplicably reluctant. There are many people in this world who can reconcile with him, anyone can be less, but Yu Linglong is indispensable.

For half his life, he has accomplished nothing, but Yu Linglong is still willing to stay by his side, waiting for him, Gu Qingshan naturally knows Yu Linglong's affection for him.

With a breeze in his sleeves, he is full of grievances and grievances.

How could he be worthy of such a good man.

He thought about breaking this relationship, but he couldn't say it.

All helpless, only Gu Qingshan himself understands.

.........

At dawn, the sun rises from the top of the mountain, and the light enters thousands of homes.

Zhang Ming, who had slept all night in front of the gate, opened his eyes.

"I am..."

Seeing that he had slept all night in front of this door, Zhang Ming couldn't help laughing wryly. It turned out that he was also drunk.

However, there was still a layer of quilt covering his body, which made him a little puzzled.

Zhang Ming clearly remembered that there was no such layer of bedding.

He recalled it carefully, vaguely as if someone fed him a bowl of green tea when he was so drunk, maybe it was because of that pot of green tea that he didn't have a headache when he woke up this morning.

Zhang Ming turned his head to look at Su Tan's room, the door was closed tightly, presumably he was still awake.

This quilt should be covered by Su Tan.

He smacked his mouth, looked at the quilt covering his body and remained silent.

"Meow."

A meow brought Zhang Ming back to his senses.

Looking sideways, he saw Xiao Qi standing on the courtyard wall, and he didn't know when he ran up there.

Seeing that Zhang Ming woke up, Xiaoqi jumped down, but it was dirty, its paws were covered with mud, and the white hair on its body turned gray.

"It's so dirty? Where did you go?" Zhang Ming raised the back of Xiaoqi's neck.

Xiaoqi could only meow, but Zhang Ming couldn't understand what it was saying. These days, he only saw Xiaoqi from time to time, running around in Jiangfu all day long.

"Squeak."