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"Don't move." Zhao Lingfei stretched out her hand suddenly.

Su Xiaoxiao was a little flustered, and Zhao Rong also mentioned it wholeheartedly.

But the next moment, Concubine Zhao Ling used a slender onion finger to pick out the grain of white rice that had been sticking to Su Xiaoxiao's lips for a long time.

Concubine Zhao Ling joked with a smile: "Little girl, do you want to save this rice for the Chinese New Year?"

Ah, what a shame... Su Xiaoxiao blushed, and quickly lowered her head and wiped her mouth with the back of her hand: "Thank you, thank you."

Zhao Lingfei smiled and shook her head, looked at Su Xiaoxiao carefully, and said suddenly:

"Little girl, you are really beautiful."

Su Xiaoxiao paused for a moment with her hand wiping her mouth, then put it down, she also looked up at Concubine Zhao Ling with a serious tone: "Sister Zhao, you too."

The two fell silent, no one spoke for a while, and the air was quiet for a while.

Zhao Rong didn't know that this was the first time his eyelids twitched today, but he knew that if he continued talking like this, he would take jujube pills.

In front of him, the conversation between Qingjun and Xiaoxiao always makes Zhao Rong's mind sway, and various guesses and interpretations arise in his heart, feeling that it will happen in the next second.

But Xiaoxiao, who was supposed to be timid and pretended to be an ostrich, did not know what stimulated him tonight, and now he started to raise his head and "check lines" with Qingjun one-on-one.

There are back and forth.

It's just that Zhao Rong couldn't be happy about Su Xiaoxiao's change, but was even more frightened, just like now.

At this time, Zhao Rong secretly groaned inwardly, and suddenly, from the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of the black lacquered jug between his and Zhao Qian'er's seats.

Someone's eyes lit up...

At this moment, Concubine Zhao Ling, who had been quietly eating for a while, put down the bowl and chopsticks again, and said with a smile:

"Little girl, let me tell you when you came to Duyou City. I remember that because of certain things, the traffic on Wangque Mountain has been blocked for more than half a year. The Yunhai Ferry you are taking should also be stopped..."

"No." Su Xiaoxiao interrupted her words with a smile.

She lowered her eyes and said softly: "I came early, I didn't meet..."

"Hey, Qian'er, why didn't you open the jug of wine you took?"

At this moment, a loud laugh interrupted everyone's conversation at the banquet, Su Xiaoxiao and Concubine Zhao Ling also stopped talking and turned their heads to look.

Zhao Rongzheng pointed to the jug of wine on the table towards Zhao Qian'er with a smile, "This is a special product brewed by shopkeeper Zhao, haha, let's try it all, it's hard to have a dinner here tonight."

He looked around the crowd, and then looked at Concubine Zhao Ling, "By the way, Qingjun, you have a drink too. Today is an exception, and you are not allowed to excuse yourself by practicing. This autumn night is so cold that you have to meditate and practice again at night. Drink a cup to warm you up." body."

At the end of the sentence, Zhao Rong stretched out his hand with a smile, and went to get the pitch-black jug.

However, in the next second, his outstretched hand stopped in the air.

Because a big rough hand stretched out from the side and grabbed Zhao Rong's wrist.

It was a little quiet on the field.

Zhao Rong narrowed his eyes slightly, turned his head, and saw that the owner of this hand was the bearded shopkeeper.

"Boy, wait a minute."

Zhao Xifu's tone was leisurely.

Zhao Rong raised his eyebrows.

Chapter 437 Who is the most beautiful?

At the moment, the atmosphere on the field is a little quiet.

Everyone looked at the two men surnamed Zhao, one big and one small, with bowls in their hands.

The former is holding the latter's wrist.

At this time, Zhao Rong frowned slightly, and said with a serious face:

"Shopkeeper Zhao, I'm not interested in men."

"..." Everyone.

"???" Zhao Xifu.

The atmosphere seemed to be turning upside down...

The unshaven shopkeeper hurriedly threw away someone who was wrong, like a hot potato.

He cursed and said, "Fuck you, labor and management don't like men, asshole..."

Well, I'm not interested in old men... Zhao Rong added a joke in his heart.

If a student surnamed Fan who was watching a play happily heard this, his complexion would change suddenly and his legs would be pinched.

"What's the order from Shopkeeper Zhao?"

Zhao Rong said politely with a smile, while shaking the bowl in his hand and retracting it into his sleeve.

Zhao Xifu was wiping his hands on his clothes with a disgruntled expression, and at this time he gave this boy who didn't play cards according to common sense a sideways look.

He glanced at the jug again, and after a while, said slowly:

"This is Ice Maiden Wine."

Zhao Rong thought about it, nodded, "I heard it."

Zhao Xifu folded his chest and pouted, wanting to speak.

"Little Zhao."

At this time, Bing Niang, who had been smiling and watching these young people eating, suddenly spoke and interrupted Shopkeeper Zhao.

She said seriously: "You promised me before."

Zhao Xifu shrugged helplessly, "I didn't tell him not to drink."

The stern-faced Bingniang smiled and nodded, "That's about the same, what I said must not be counted."

The next second, she suddenly turned her head and said softly:

"Mr. Zhao, you can drink as much as you want, he can't escape what he promised me."

Zhao Rong smiled and nodded, "Thank you, sister Xia."

Bingniang smiled, she seemed to be very happy with this title, but she went on to say:

"But although this wine has a nonsense name, which collides with my sister and me, Xiao Zhao made it by himself after all, and I don't have the right to make decisions, and Xiao Zhao sometimes has some weird rules... Please take care of Mr. Zhao, don't be as knowledgeable as him."

Zhao Rong smiled and nodded, "Sister Xia is being polite, that's the reason."

What she said was polite and sincere, but after all she could tell the difference between insiders and insiders, and she was not the kind of ignorant woman whose arms were turned outward.

Zhao Xifu, who shrugged his eyelids, his eyes lit up, and he suddenly regained his energy.

He rubbed his hands together with a playful smile, "That's right, my wine, I'll set the rules. This glass of wine was begged for you by that girl named Qianer. Yes, but there is only one cup, and you can only drink it yourself, and you cannot transfer it to others."

Zhao Xifu paused, raised an index finger, turned it over, and pointed to his feet.

"This is the rule of Xia Chong Zhai. Once you enter here, you have to guard it obediently."

He stopped talking again, seemed to think for a while, and suddenly laughed heartily:

"Hahahaha rules, labor and management like rules the most, hahahaha rules are good things hahaha..."

The shopkeeper in gray clothes was holding his stomach, not knowing what he was thinking of, tears of laughter were on the verge of coming out.

Laughter echoed in the empty hall, as lonely and absurd as the ancient bronze bell hanging at the door.

Zhao Rong and everyone watched curiously.

"What kind of crazy are you, the guests are eating..." Until Bingniang couldn't stand it any longer, she frowned and put her hands on her hips to twist the flesh on Zhao Xifu's waist, the latter smiled and relaxed.

Shopkeeper Zhao, your condition is a bit serious... Zhao Rong muttered in his heart.

He twitched the corners of his mouth, pointed to the pitch-black jug, and said:

"What the shopkeeper means is that I can only have a drink. This is what Qian'er wants to come alone. No one else has it, and it can't be transferred?"

Zhao Xifu nodded his head.

Zhao Rong said sincerely: "Shopkeeper, I just heard some friends say about the rules here, saying that the Bingniang wine seems to have the effect of keeping the capacity, but I am a big man, what's the use of keeping the capacity?" ?”

He paused for a moment, glanced at the shopkeeper with a somewhat unkempt beard, and then at Xiao Qian'er who was pulling his sleeve and frowning and shaking his head.

Zhao Rong smiled, and patted Xiaoqian'er's hand under the table, knowing her sincerity.

Isn't it because she is afraid that her brother Rong'er will gradually become a bearded uncle like this shopkeeper Zhao? The most important thing is that she and Qing Jun have a long life, and their green silk and beauty are still the same.

It's not about refusing to live together, but...to have white hair and grow old together, the important thing is...together.

Moreover, Xiaoqian'er and Qingjun are also probably worried that when he ages alone, he will feel uncomfortable facing the young Qingmei.

No matter how open-minded and magnanimous a man faces this matter, he will probably feel disappointed and frustrated.

So for the meal before leaving tonight, the lady and Qian'er chose here for a hidden meaning, probably just to get a glass of the ice lady wine right now?

Zhao Rong thought to himself.

At this time, facing the eyes of Qian'er and Niangzi quietly.

Zhao Rong nodded and admitted: "Well, well, it's still useful."

Under the eyes of everyone, he reached out to pick up the jug and pour wine while talking.

Zhao Xifu didn't stop him this time, and allowed Zhao Rong to pour a glass, but the man in charge curled his lips and said disdainfully after hearing the words this time:

"Bingniangjiu is beautiful? Those people outside said? Heh, how many years has it been? Wangque Mountain is still full of ignorant people. The guys who have entered the store these years have become more and more boring. They can chat as much as possible." Sex, only one and a half, my saliva has faded out..."

He waved his hands in a disinterested manner, and muttered: "Okay, you can use it as a wine for beauty, and this is only one cup..."

Zhao Rong raised his eyebrows slightly, and silently memorized these words, but at this moment he didn't ask any further questions, and suddenly said:

"but."

He lowered his eyes, looked at the wine glass in his hand and shook his head, "I won't drink this glass of wine."

As a big man, he drank this kind of beauty-preserving thing, and he still wanted to lose face in front of so many women. After returning home at night, he would probably be laughed to death by a certain sword spirit. Well, he might have started laughing now.

The corner of Zhao Rong's mouth twitched slightly.

He glanced at the little Qian'er who was biting his lip, and asked, "Master Zhao, Qian'er asked for this glass of wine, can she choose another person..."

"No."

"No."

Two voices of opposition sounded in the hall almost simultaneously, interrupting Zhao Rong's words.

One sentence was said by Zhao Xifu, and another sentence...Zhao Rong frowned and turned his head, looking at the wayward little Qian'er who lowered his head to cook.

Zhao Xifu raised his legs and waved his index finger at him, deliberately saying:

"No, you are bound according to the rules. You drink it quickly, and you will pour it out if you don't drink it. It's a bit of a grind. Hurry up. Xia Chong Zhai has no time to store or transfer it for you."

Xiao Qian'er nodded, she held the bowl, and whispered: "Yes, drink it quickly, don't waste it. This is fine wine, not bitter medicine. Well, if you want sugar, I have it too..."

She narrowed her eyes, muttered, and looked away at the same time, not looking at Brother Rong who was frowning.

This is a rare time for the little girl to disobey Zhao Rong and "share the same hatred" with outsiders.

Zhao Rong was quiet for a while, and said calmly: "I have been bound according to the rules? Then may I ask if there are other rules that I don't know about, and I can contact and bind and transfer her?"

"Oh?" Zhao Xifu raised his eyebrows, nodded and admitted, "That's true, but..."

He looked up and down the young Confucian scholar who was somewhat disliked, and sneered, "Are you sure you want to try? Well, according to the rules, those guys who used to beg for drinks had to chat with labor and management. I only pour wine when I think it’s interesting.”

Zhao Shif dun, shaking the jug, "Your hypocrisy doesn't want to drink, you want to transfer, this is the first time labor and management have encountered this situation, um, I don't make things difficult for you, then answer me a small question, it's quite simple .”

When he said the last few words, the shopkeeper looked very sincere.

Zhao Rong looked at Zhao Xifu and nodded calmly.

At this time, Concubine Zhao Ling, who had been silent all this time, couldn't help it. Does this question seem so simple?Obviously to embarrass my husband.

She wanted to speak, but someone spoke faster than her.

"Ziyu, why can't a man drink Zhuyan wine, besides, it's also the kindness of Miss Qian'er. Good wine can be missed, but a beautiful woman can't bear it. Why refuse?"

Zhu Yourong smiled lightly, shook her head, and picked up a chopsticks dish for Su Xiaoxiao by the way.

Concubine Zhao Ling glanced at the female academy gentleman brought by her husband, pursed her lips, and said softly to Zhao Rong: "Mr. Zhu is right."