i have a sword fairy

"This is the name here. It's located in Dongcheng, where there is so much gold and every inch of land. Some strange people came here just now... Probably it should be it. The number one time-honored brand in Duyou, Xiachongzhai. I also heard it from my old man. Here are the details. I don't know how many years it has been open, but it must be much older than we imagined..."

"However, it is different from the other six time-honored brands. The other six, like most of the world's companies, have been carefully managed by the Daxian family for thousands of years, or they have been jointly divided and controlled by several major forces, or they are behind the scenes. The surnames of the family at the helm have changed batch after batch, and they are all working hard to develop and grow gradually...

"However, Xia Chong Zhai has always been a lonely small restaurant. It operates silently, opens on time and closes on time. The vicissitudes of the millennium have changed, and even the East City has been renovated no less than three times...

"Up to now, things have changed and people have changed, and it is still too low-key, with weird rules, and picks and chooses customers... Most people in Duyou City have forgotten that Dongcheng has this so-called oldest time-honored brand At most, I have heard of this name in some old-fashioned stories about Duyou in the old people's mouth."

"Heh, it is estimated that the shopkeeper Zhao may not be able to find out these old almanacs. It is said that this Xia Chongzhai was inherited by him halfway, or it was passed down from his family's ancestors. Hey, how many generations does it have to be passed down..."

The words gradually fell, and Fan Yushu turned his head to look around in disbelief, as if he still couldn't believe that he could come here for dinner tonight:

"I didn't expect Xiachongzhai to be here, in the dilapidated alley next to Wutong Street... No wonder, who would have thought that there would be a small restaurant with a banner in this dilapidated alley, probably this place has become a part of Dongcheng. It’s a nail household, and it’s still the hardest one, maybe only the Youlan Mansion knows about it.”

Fan Yushu couldn't help but marvel: "Ziyu, the meal my brother and sister had...was too good, how did you find this place? The most important thing is that my brother and sister can still come in to cook. Those people just now probably had a hard time. I found this rumored place, but was directly rejected by the shopkeeper..."

Zhao Rong listened quietly for a while, and when he heard his friend's emotion, he also sighed in his heart, a little helpless.

Ma'am, you are too fierce, can't we keep a low profile?Or did you also find this place by accident?The luck of the Daughter of Destiny?

At this moment, Zhao Rong propped his chin, lowered his eyes and fell silent for a moment.

He nodded and looked at his friend who was getting more and more excited. "I saw it just now. There are several groups of people outside who want to come in. So...is there anything good here? Or...inheritance adventure or something like that."

Zhao Rong paused, tapped the table with two fingers, and said with a smile:

"I can't... Is it because I admire the charisma of the shopkeeper Zhao and came to chat with him?"

"Hehe...hehe..." Zhao Rong smiled, and the smile gradually disappeared.

He became expressionless.

Because the face of the friend in front of him didn't change much.So shouldn't...

"In a certain sense... it seems that he really came to chat with him."

Fan Yushu pondered for a moment, thought for a while, and nodded again:

"Well, let's ask for a drink by the way."

"..."

"..."

The young Confucian scholar turned his head and silently glanced at the bearded man behind the counter not far away, whose small mouth seemed to be smeared with honey.

I saw his voice full of anger coming faintly:

"His grandma drops his leg, one glass! You can only pour a glass of his mother! Little girl film, your trick of coquettishness, uncle, I have sharp eyes, and I have already seen a hole in it. If it weren't for fear of Bingniang's anger tonight , I have to give you two whole sentences..."

"..."

Chapter 432 Summer Insects, Well Frogs, and Musicians

"In this river?"

Beside the table, Zhao Rong looked quite serious.

"Ahem," Fan Yushu coughed in embarrassment. He also felt that everyone was full and had nothing to do. It was outrageous to chat with a shopkeeper who exhaled fragrant flowers, so he stopped making jokes and said directly: "Actually, it's all for drinking here." Drinks."

Zhao Rong glanced at Xiaoqian'er who was begging for wine, with no expression on his face, and nodded:

"I knew that those groups of people who came to see this remote restaurant one after another were probably not out of fame and lust. If it wasn't for the good things hidden here, or the proprietress's famous name, they would have to stick to it."

Fan Yushu gave a thumbs up in front of his stomach, "I know that with your intelligence, I can't hide it from you. Ziyu still has experience."

Zhao Rong leaned back slightly, moved away from him, and twitched the corner of his mouth, "Brother Yushu is too much, you know so much."

"Disrespectful disrespect."

"..."

The tacit business of the two boasted to each other.

Fan Yushu continued:

"It is rumored that Xia Chong Zhai's drinks are very miraculous, but it is very difficult for guests to drink them. Because outsiders want to enter Xia Chong Zhai, in addition to obtaining its location information through some hidden channels, they have to let Xia Chong Zhai The shopkeeper of the Chong Zhai can only enter the door and serve the table if he is pleasing to the eye."

He paused, and then said: "And after serving the table, if you want to drink the wine from Xia Chong Zhai, you must meet some strict conditions."

"What condition?" Zhao Rong asked, thought for a while, and jokingly said, "While chatting with shopkeeper Zhao, trigger a key plot?"

Fan Yushu glanced at him, didn't receive the burden, but still nodded:

"It is indeed necessary to chat with him, but this chat is to talk about things that interest the shopkeeper, or things he doesn't know, and sometimes answer some of his questions.

"How to talk about it, what the rules are, I heard that it depends on the mood of the shopkeeper of Xia Chong Zhai, and he has to be satisfied. Only in this way can he drink the wine of Xia Chong Zhai, but whether it suits his wishes or not is entirely up to him One person has the final say, otherwise he would never sell a glass of wine."

Zhao Rong showed some curiosity, "There is such a strange thing... Well, now it seems that it is indeed a job that this person can do."

Fan Yushu stole a glance at the unscrupulous shopkeeper who was arguing with Zhao Xiaoxian, and nodded empathetically, "Indeed."

Zhao Rong elbowed his friend's forearm, "Brother Yushu, you haven't said what's so special about his drink."

Fan Yushu's face turned serious, and he whispered: "I heard that there is a kind of wine in Xia Chong Zhai, called Bing Niang Wine, which has a miraculous effect on people's faces. Those guests who can enter the door and serve the table, if they are 'chatting' To make the shopkeeper satisfied, most of them have a drink."

"Long face?" Zhao Rong lowered his eyes and thought softly, and smiled, "Isn't that very popular with women on the mountain?"

Fan Yushu thought for a while, then nodded, "That's true. Bingniang wine is a rare item with a high price in the black market on Wangquezhou Mountain. Because it is really a person who can be seen by the shopkeeper of Xia Chongzhai and get drinks. It's too little."

He turned to look around, approached Zhao Rong, and said:

"It's just that, in my opinion, it's rare for us mountain people to stay forever, but it's not a big adventure. I think... is attracting an endless stream of strange monks from all walks of life outside the door." The ones who came to the door... were the other three types of alcoholic beverages that may exist in the rumors."

"Any other drinks?" Zhao Rong interjected curiously.

Fan Yushu nodded, "According to rumors, there are three kinds of wine in Xia Chong Zhai, named Xia Chong, Jing Frog, and Qu Shi."

His words stopped.

Zhao Rong leaned back slightly when he heard the words, and glanced at his nervous friend who was whispering closer.

Frown lightly.

The latter understood what he meant tacitly, but shrugged his shoulders in a helpless tone:

"I don't know exactly what kind of magic effects this summer insect wine, well frog wine and Qushi wine have. I only know that Bingniang wine has the effect of holding capacity, because although it is difficult to drink, it is also After all, someone drank it.

"However, whoever has drunk the other three kinds of wine that may exist have never heard of them these years, so many people on the mountain generally believe that they are just deliberate hypes of this mysterious and weird Duyou City time-honored brand, and they don't exist at all."

Fan Yushu scratched his head, "It's just that there seem to be quite a few people who believe it. You've seen those weird people who came to the door just now. They should all come for the three kinds of drinks in the rumors."

While the two were talking, the voices of Zhu Yourong chatting with Su Xiaoxiao and the others also rang out during the banquet.

However, although these women did not participate in the conversation between Zhao Rong and Fan Yushu, they also heard a lot from the sidelines, especially when they heard about the Bingniang who was stationed in the face after drinking, they all looked sideways and had different reactions.

Zhu Yourong's complexion was as usual.

Yu Huaijin still had the same straight face for thousands of years, with her waist straight.

And a certain little fox demon puts all her attention on someone, secretly peeking at the heartbroken man from time to time, and doesn't seem to care about the wine that keeps her face.

Li Xueyou, who had always been shy, turned her head and looked in the direction of the counter with a calm profile.

At this time, Jingzi sat on a soft cushion with her small breasts in her arms. She frowned and muttered:

"Zhuyan... Isn't that girl not going to grow up anymore? What kind of broken wine is harmful!"

Zhao Rong and Fan Yushu: "..."

Counting women at the table: "..."

The corners of Zhao Rong's eyes couldn't help twitching, and he really wanted to tell this 'little' girl that there is still the word childlike big breasts in the world, and eternal appearance is not eternal age, and a certain cafeteria should grow up or grow up, but think about him It's better to let it go, it's not easy to drive when there are too many people, and besides...

What if the 'little' girl is really not long after listening to his words and drinking Bingniang wine, and blames Zhao Rong and Jiu for the reason? What if he is responsible?

She is so narrow-minded and fond of holding grudges, she probably can do such a thing.

Zhao Rong has no doubts.

Fan Yushu didn't know that his friend was complaining silently. He looked at Zhao Rong who was sitting in front of him, who seemed to be thinking quietly. He thought that Zhao Rong was digesting what he just said. Fan Yushu pondered:

"I don't know much about the three rumored wines in Xia Chong Zhai, I just heard from my old man..."

He paused, his tone serious:

"Summer Insect Wine, a glass of Keyubing."

"Well frog wine, you can see the sea in a glass."

"Qushi wine, a cup can enlighten the Tao."

Zhao Rong frowned and said softly, "Yu Bing, seeing the sea, enlightening the Tao..."

There was silence between the two.

After being quiet for a while, Fan Yushu shook his head, and took out two jugs of fine wine from the gourd-shaped jade around his waist, put them on the table, and reached out to fetch two small cups for Zhao Rong. He and himself poured a glass each.

Fan Yushu smiled and patted Zhao Rong's shoulder.

"Whatever he does, it has nothing to do with us little shrimps anyway, don't think about it, we are here today, it's Zhao's younger sister who treats guests to dinner, tsk tsk, Fairy Zhao is indeed the top talent in the Taiqing Mansion, she has no face or connections Generally speaking, anyone who invites a casual meal is the rumored No. [-] Duyou brand, and as a local, I couldn’t find my way before..."

Fan Yushu laughed, looking around and drinking leisurely.

Zhao Rong turned his head to look at him, and nodded slightly, but his brows were still slightly frowned, not because he was bored thinking about the drink, but right now he just wanted to get through the dinner in peace, and he didn't care about adventures from heaven or anything .

What are "Yu Bing", "Seeing the Sea", and "Enlightenment", Zhao Rong has no time to guess these riddles, who knows if they are playing tricks...

Later, I have to ask Qing Jun, what is his connection with Xia Chong Zhai, and how did he know that shopkeeper Zhao... He thought about it, took the wine glass handed by his friend, and took a sip.

Just as Zhao Rong put down his wine glass, Fuzhi turned his head and glanced at Xiaoxiao, who was biting his lip and staring at him while chatting with Zhu Yourong and Jingzi.

The two looked at each other for a while, Zhao Rong was about to speak, but in the next second, he caught a glimpse of a beautiful figure in the passageway from the hall to the back kitchen from the corner of his eye.

Concubine Zhao Ling came over with a bowl of hot soup, a strand of blue hair fell from her forehead.

Zhao Rong pursed his lips and moved his eyes, stood up solemnly, and greeted him.

"Thank you." Zhao Rong smiled, raised his hand, put it down again, and said seriously.

But then, he couldn't help but look at the peach cheeks stained with some oil stains on the originally picturesque face of the lady. At this time, her cheeks were flushed, and she didn't know if she was scalded by the splashed oil juice.

Zhao Rong pursed his lips, not daring to look at Xiaoxiao behind him, he still raised his drooping right hand, pushed the black hair on her forehead behind her left ear, took out a handkerchief and wiped her cheeks with her fingers, and then he He took the hot soup for her.

"Be careful of the heat."

Being gently lifted and cared for by her husband, she looked at him who was gentle and careful, smiled sweetly, and couldn't help but worry at random, stepped forward and lightly took Zhao Rong's arm, supporting them together.

The latter nodded slightly.

The tacit and loving intimacy of the two fell into the eyes of everyone around the dining table, silently.

Zhao Rong took the soup and returned to the table with Concubine Zhao Ling.

He was about to say something.

At this time, I saw Xiao Qian'er returning with a smile on her lips and her little hands behind her back.

Behind her was a bearded man with loose short hair. He was holding a jug of black lacquered wine in his hand, muttering.

Chapter 433 Qingjun and Little Wonderful Chemical Reaction

After a busy day, when the sun finally fell into the North Sea and the last ray of orange light in the sky faded.

At the end of an old alley in Duyou East City, in a tavern named Xia Chong Zhai, a group of men and women finally had dinner.

Eight people including Zhao Rong and Zhao Lingfei sat around the table.

In the hall, probably to save some gas money, only half of the lights were turned on, roughly illuminating the dining table and everyone.

A middle-aged woman named Bingniang held a candle and came back from the back kitchen. She smiled gracefully, exchanged greetings with Concubine Zhao Ling, and asked Zhao Rong and the others if there were any missing items on the dining table.

Bingniang only said that she has a bad memory and often forgets things, and Xiao Zhao has to remind many things, and he handles most things in the tavern.

Speaking of this, the woman with a delicate and graceful temperament sighed with self-pity, "I am a useless person. Sometimes I get confused and forget this and that. Don't be offended."

Zhao Rong and Zhao Lingfei looked at each other, they smiled and waved their hands to comfort her.

Bingniang looked at the table that was finally lively today, her face became happy, and she wiped her hands on her apron.

She looked at the old candle lamp on her right hand, and then at the somewhat dark and empty hall, her complexion was dazed, as if she remembered what she was going to do, she turned around holding the candle, and walked quickly to the oil lamp in the hall Beside, turn on the lights.

On the side, shopkeeper Zhao, who was fighting wits and bravery with Xiaoqian'er and scrambling for the jug, turned his head to look at the back of his woman who was rushing to light the lamp.

After watching in silence for a while, the corner of his mouth curled up, showing impatience.