Descendants of Daoism of Daqin

Hearing this, the light in Yingbo's eyes dimmed again.

He knew the little girl's life experience, and also knew that all her family members were dead except for one elder sister who didn't know whether she was alive or not. There was a sea of ​​people in the world, how difficult it was to find someone?

And Su Ying's whereabouts are unpredictable, and even if he finds her, why would he save her?

For a moment, Yingbo's eyes were full of despair.

Chen Ping looked at the despair in Yingbo's eyes, then at the little girl carved in jade on the bed, stood up, walked up to Yingbo and looked at him, saying:

"Don't worry too much. Although her current illness is terminally ill, it will not relapse. There is still a lot of time. You take her to live in Zilanxuan first. If my prediction is good, my lord will live again." I will return to Xianyang soon. And...my family is not as unreasonable as you think, and there is a good chance that he is willing to rescue this girl."

There was light in Yingbo's eyes. He stared blankly at Chen Ping, who had a gentle smile on his face, and then knelt down to him directly: "As long as I can save her, Yingbo is willing to do his best for Your Excellency!"

"General Yingbo is too serious."

……

At this time, Su Ying and Shi Lan had already arrived at the city of Xianyang. .

Chapter 349 Drunken Life, Dreaming of Death (Part [-])

"Is this Xianyang City? It's really majestic and prosperous."

Shi Lan walked into the city, looked around and said with emotion.

There were people coming and going around the two of them, including rich and noble families in gorgeous silk and satin, and commoner children in common clothes.

"Come on, I'll take you to drink that green corn wine." Su Ying smiled and took her hand and walked in one direction.

"Aren't you going back to meet your confidante first? After such a long time, they must miss you very much." Shi Lan turned to look at him and asked.

"Don't worry, go back after drinking."

As Su Ying said, he pulled her into the street where people were passing by.

Shi Lan let him lead her, looking at him with a hint of joy in her clear eyes.

"Seven Thirty Zero"

When they arrived at the small wine shop, it was already full, and the two of them sat outside. The drinkers around were talking about the legendary deeds of Su Ying, the Wushuang Marquis of the Qin Dynasty, but they didn't know that he was sitting around them tasting and drinking wine. The same rice wine in their hands.

"Guest officer, the wine is here."

Two big bowls of thick green corn wine were brought up, and the aroma of the wine rushed to her face. Shi Lan couldn't help but took a sip, the wine smelled sweet and slightly cool with the fresh aroma of corn, Very delicious.

Shi Lan couldn't help but took two more sips.

Su Ying looked at her and smiled, then picked up the big bowl and drank the delicious rice wine he had been thinking about.

Seeing him holding the bowl in both hands, Shi Lan couldn't help laughing, her clear eyes bent into crescent moons:

"Unexpectedly, the famous Wushuanghou would drink like this."

"I'm not really a god, so naturally I can't leave the mortal world, and I can't leave this world."

Su Ying put down the bowl and looked at her with a smile.

And at this moment, he also saw the words Zuimenglou written on the signboard of an elegant restaurant across the street, his eyes flickered, and then he smiled and said:

"This Zuimenglou has actually come to Xianyang."

Shi Lan heard his words, turned her head and looked behind her, looking at the restaurant and asked:

"Zuimenglou? Is there anything special about this restaurant?"

"It's okay to say it's special." Su Ying said as he picked up a large bowl and took a sip of rice wine, "The farm behind this drunk dream building should be run by a farmer, and it's said that there is a kind of fine wine in it, called Zui Sheng Meng Shi. It's so delicious, even I haven't tasted it before."

After Su Ying finished speaking, he put down the big bowl in his hand, it was already empty.

"Go, go and taste what it's like to be drunk and dream of death, and see if it can compare to the fine nectar I brewed."

Su Ying looked at Zuimenglou and got up and said.

Shi Lan nodded, and followed him towards the drunken dream tower.

A gold ingot was left on the table.

A gold ingot was left on the table.

Entering Zuimenglou, although it is not as large as Zilanxuan, it is also unique and full of charm.

Today, Zuimeng Tower is also full of people.

Su Ying and Shi Lan, who were still wearing black cloaks and bamboo hats in broad daylight, attracted many people's strange eyes as soon as they entered.

A gorgeously dressed woman came forward to ask.

"Two..."

Before she could speak, she was interrupted by Su Ying.

"We came here today just to drink the most famous Zui Sheng Meng Shi in Zui Meng Lou." Qingyue's male voice sounded in the room.

There was a pause in the chaotic discussions around, and then there was laughter.

A frivolous man poked his head out from the second floor, looked down and said with a smile:

"I don't know where the country bumpkin came from. Don't you know that the drunken top-quality wine in Zuimenglou is only sold at the beginning and end of the month? And go to this drunken top-quality wine, a pot is worth hundreds of thousands of gold. Look at you... It doesn't look like you can afford it."