Young white horse drunk in spring breeze

Chapter 3
The drunk gunman hiccupped, rubbed his eyes, and said sharply, "Who dares to make trouble?"

The eight attendants immediately pulled out the long knives at their waists.

The white-browed man squinted his eyes and carefully looked at the gunman in front of him. His complexion was pale, his hair was messily scattered behind his back, and was tied up with a rope casually. He looked like a typical wanderer.But looking closely at that face, it should be about the same age as the little boss, but a teenager.It's just that the imposing manner of the spear hitting the ground just now is probably extremely unusual.

"Are you cursing me? Those who come to my shop are troublemakers?" The gunman was slapped hard on the head, and Bai Dongjun had already walked over and slapped him on the head. Puzzled, he kicked him again, "I waited for thirteen days, and finally a table of distinguished guests came? Are you going to run me away? You lose money!"

The gunman hiccupped again, and his mind seemed to be clearer. When he saw that the table was full of twelve glasses of wine, his eyes lit up, and he stepped forward: "Since you are a distinguished guest, share a drink with me." " He was extremely fast, he jumped onto the table in one step, and stretched out his hand towards the nearest glass of wine. The nearest attendant was about to swing a knife, but he saw a person had already rushed out from the other side and stopped him. In front of him, the man stretched out a hand and pressed the shooter's hand tightly.

The gunman raised his head, met the white eyebrows, and felt a sudden chill in his heart.

The white-browed man smiled: "I have to bring this wine to others. If the little brother wants to drink it, there is an extra drink in my 500 taels of silver, so why not give it to the little brother."

The gunman shook his head, as if he finally woke up from the alcohol, he withdrew his hand, rubbed it lightly, walked back to the corner, continued to bury his head in his arms, and fell asleep soundly.

"I should really go to the temple to worship. I have been unlucky when I came to Chaisang City, and I just met you, a loser!" Bai Dongjun still kicked in confusion, but the gunner's body was slightly tilted. It was crooked, and it was cleverly closed and opened.

The white-browed man still smiled kindly, he didn't seem to mind, then he turned his head and said to the attendants: "After drinking, let's go."

"Yes." The attendants withdrew their knives, turned and walked out.

One of the attendants got up the slowest, as if he was still savoring the taste of the wine, the other person beside him pushed him lightly: "Xuezheng, why are you in a daze."

The attendant who was called Xuezheng shook his head: "It's really good wine." He grinned at Bai Dongjun, then got up and walked out.

The white-browed man took the remaining two glasses of wine on the table, and followed him out.

"If you are free, you should come here often." It is rare for Bai Dongjun to meet a guest who understands wine, and the other party has also drank the Qiulubai he has admired for a long time, so he couldn't help but solicit him.

But the white-browed man suddenly seemed to be a different person. Not only did he not answer his words, he didn't even turn his head. Chan stepped into the carriage.

"There is another person in the carriage." The gunman raised his head again and said in a low voice.

Bai Dongjun nodded: "When he said that there was one more glass of wine for me, I counted it out."

"Don't count, we martial arts practitioners will look forward to the gas, and the gas of this carriage is not right." The gunman said.

Bai Dongjun curled his lips: "Bullying my martial arts is bad?"

The white-browed man got into the car, and the driver picked up the wine and drank it down. Then he glanced at Bai Dongjun, threw the jug in his hand on the ground casually, and then raised his whip violently, swaying forward. and go.

Seeing this scene, Bai Dongjun was immediately angry. He rushed to the door a few steps, picked up the pieces of the jug and threw them at the coachman. He was still not relieved, and cursed: "My wine is for such a rough man!" People drink it, what a waste of money!"

The coachman didn't look back, he just flicked the whip, and hit the fragment back, and came straight to Bai Dongjun. Bai Dongjun was stunned, but before he recovered, the fragment had already been held by someone.With a toothpick in his mouth and the piece in his hand, the gunman murmured: "This distinguished guest, it's better not to come."

Inside the carriage, the white-browed man took out a wine glass made of white jade, poured it out and handed it to the person around him: "It's not a special person, he's a wine maker, he's not very old, no more than seventeen, and he's said to be the ancestor of the family. He was sent to manage the shop left behind. He is not from Chaisang. I tried it too, but my martial arts are very low."

"But just now, I heard it." The person beside him spoke slowly, with a light and gentle voice, it was actually a young woman.

"It's one of his guards. His martial arts are good, but he's not too strong. At least there are people on this street who are stronger than him." The white-browed man continued.

"How can a foreigner have a shop on Longshou Street? What's his name?"

"Bai Dongjun."

"Bai Dongjun? I've never heard of this name. The Bai family in Lingnan is thousands of miles away from the Northwest Road, and they won't come to this muddy water. Then he can only be considered unlucky." The woman picked up the wine glass while talking. , took a sip lightly, then his eyes lit up, and he exclaimed, "Good wine."

"It is indeed a good wine. So I guess he has nothing to do with this matter. Because the person who can brew such a good wine must not be able to focus on other places. This wine is a bit less full-bodied, but it is exquisite and clear, and it is not pure-minded. Young man, I can't brew it." The white-browed man replied.

The woman put down the wine glass, leaving a charming red lip print on it, and she looked at the name of the wine on the wine pot.

Mulberry falls.

"Sangluo, Sangluo, Chai Sangluo. What a good name." The woman smiled.

The carriage stopped.

The coachman lifted the curtain: "Gu's residence is here."

In the Donggui wine shop, after seeing off this wave of distinguished guests, it became deserted again. Bai Dongjun sat down on the steps and sighed: "Do you think we encountered some special festival in Sangluo City? During this festival, People can't go out to buy things, but the sellers still have to come out to greet customers, and they are still beaming, as if nothing happened?"

Gunner and Bai Dongjun sat on the steps together, scratching their heads and scratching their lice: "How can there be such a strange festival? Do you think the people in Sangluo City have bad brains?"

"Then how do you explain this phenomenon?" Bai Dongjun pointed to the opposite door.

The butcher who sells meat raises his knife and falls, as if he has endless meat and bones.

The old lady who embroidered shoes was blooming on her needles, and the birds on the flower shoes seemed to be about to fly in the next moment.

"Probably because of your bad luck." The gunman raised his head and replied impatiently.

"That's right, my life is bad." Bai Dongjun said angrily, "I'm not lucky enough to be reduced to sitting here basking in the sun with you, a vagrant who doesn't take a bath!"

(End of this chapter)