Mei Niang, I'm a fake eunuch, you still let me sleep

Chapter 313

There is already a rumor in the court, without the troubles of court affairs, without the turmoil in the world, Zhao Wujiang has a bit of "leisure".

The sun is bright and warm.

All the squares in the west of Chang'an City.

He walked side by side with Wang Yuan, and walked in the direction of Suzaku Avenue.

Ever since he glimpsed a corner of the future, he has been suppressing worries in his heart. The feeling of powerlessness makes him sleepless at night. He wants to stay by the side of those close to him all the time so that he will not have more worries and sorrows.

However, Wang Yuan said that young people should go out for a walk more, and he pulled him out regardless of the grievances between Wang Yanning and Wang Xi.

At this moment, they are gradually approaching the famous place of love and moon in the west of the city - Wutong Courtyard.

The small courtyard covers an area of ​​half a square, with low-hanging houses, no halls, no second floors, all white walls and black tiles, overlooking from a height, it has a Jiangnan scenery.

The curtain of spring is coming to an end. During this time period from late spring to early summer, the Wutong courtyard is full of flowers and grasses, surrounded by flowing water, and the scenery is pleasant.

"This place is nice.

The old man knows that you have been depressed recently, so it's good to come here to relax. "

Wang Yuan's sword-like eyebrows slanted, but the vicissitudes in his eyes could not conceal his handsome appearance, which added to the flavor of the years.

According to Zhao Wujiang's evaluation, he is a handsome old man.

But Zhao Wujiang frowned deeply at this moment, Wang Yuan said that he wanted to go out for a walk with him, but along the way, Wang Yuan seemed to know this place long ago, and came here with ease.

Come here to relax, I believe you are a ghost. Zhao Wujiang rolled his eyes, and Wang Yuan was standing next to him with one hand behind his back. Although he was not luxurious in an indigo robe, he was grand, and his gestures and gestures had the air of being in a high position for a long time.

The old lady of Wutong Courtyard shook her graceful figure and walked over with a happy smile. The two men standing outside the door, one majestic and handsome, the other handsome, made her very happy. She hadn't seen such a person from Wutong Courtyard for a long time. The guests are here, and I am very happy to see the hunter.

"You two guest officers, what are you doing standing outside the door? Come, come in."

She stepped forward quickly, and without distinction, took Wang Yuan's arm and dragged her towards the small courtyard.

"Women, magpies and birds welcome the late spring, and the small courtyard has honored guests."

She has three-colored lacquer on her forehead, and the fragrance is lingering. Although she is getting older, she still has the charm. At this moment, the two full moons in front of her are rubbing against Wang Yuan's arm.

In the small courtyard, the sound of warblers and swallows gradually rose, and gorgeously dressed ladies and gentlemen appeared one after another.

Zhao Wujiang stared at Wang Yuan who was enjoying himself at the moment with his eyes wide open, his mind was racing, you are just an old father-in-law and you bring your son-in-law to play with this?

Wang Yuan seemed to have a feeling, and rolled his eyes at him, with a look on his face that I am kind and I am not good at rejecting others for fear of hurting others.

When the girls saw Zhao Wujiang, their beautiful eyes immediately lit up. Zhao Wujiang looked handsome and extraordinary, which made them very happy. Next, without thinking about it, they surrounded Zhao Wujiang and rushed into the house.

Gong Shangjiao Zhengyu, the rhythm is not the same, the silk and bamboo orchestra is playing, the girls show their talents, hoping to win the favor of the handsome young master at the table.

But the handsome young man in front of the table just poured a cup of rice wine into his mouth non-stop, lowered his eyebrows, and said nothing.

Wang Yuan was also drinking with a glass, and Yingying Yanyan beside him leaned on his body, feeding him snacks and fruits. His old face was full of enjoyment smiles, but his eyes glanced at Zhao Wujiang at this moment from time to time. .

Zhao Wujiang's eyes were black and white, staring blankly at the slightly swaying rice wine in the cup, the glimpsed pictures seemed to keep emerging in the cup, he poured it in a gulp, wanting to swallow the haze into his stomach.

After half a year, half a year at most, he will be out of trouble. He shook his head, the patriarch of the Kunlun survivor told him to go to Cangwu with him in half a year, and Chaos and Lin Tiannan were also telling him that the invincible person in the tomb would be out of trouble.

How did I cross so many god ranks in half a year?Those flashback scenes, the world is riddled with holes, I am a first-time second-level land god, how can I save it?
Can't help, all failed
"all dead"

He murmured indistinctly.

"Snapped."

The cup in Wang Yuan's big hand shattered, his mind was agitated, the beautiful eyes of the girls around him opened slightly, and the sound of the rhythm stopped abruptly.

"Change to the wine master!" Wang Yuan was taken aback for a moment, then laughed.

"Don't stop the cup!"

Zhao Wujiang took a deep breath. At this moment, his cheeks were rosy, and the smell of alcohol was rising. He dropped the wine glass in his hand, and it shattered into several pieces. He said loudly:
"Change the bartender!"

The girls were all startled, and the boy added two new wine sets with apologetic smiles.

Zhao Wujiang filled Wang Yuan with a glass of wine, and a sense of powerlessness suddenly filled his body. What's the use of fame, fortune, high official and Marquis?In the future, isn't it all going to be turned into a handful of loess?
He sneered, staggered to his feet, pinched the wine glass with two fingers and shook it slightly, his eyes were blurred, and he shouted out with a mouth full of alcohol:
"Don't you see that the water of the Yellow River comes up from the sky, rushing to the sea and never returning!"

Wang Yuan was shocked and looked up at Zhao Wujiang. He knew Zhao Wujiang's talent. Are you going to recite poems now?
He immediately told the boy: "Bring a pen! Quick!"

"Don't you see Gaotang Mingjing's sad white hair, the morning is like blue silk and the evening is snow!" Zhao Wujiang pointed to Wang Yuan's graying hair:
"You must be happy in life, don't let the golden bottle face the moon.

I am born to be useful, and come back when my wealth is gone.

Cooking sheep and slaughtering cows is fun, and you will have to drink three hundred cups.

Zhao Wujiang and Wang Shiyuan are about to drink, don't stop drinking! "

The sound of Lang Lang's poems spread throughout the hut, the girls' eyes sparkled, and the autumn water surged.

Zhao Wujiang walked towards the girl playing the qin in a nonchalant manner, took the qin under her shy eyes, instead of sitting on the ground, he erected the qin and moved his fingers messily.

No one thinks that he has lost his demeanor and doesn't understand the rhythm at this moment, but instead thinks that he is wanton and arrogant, so unrestrained.

"A song with Junge, please listen to me.

Bells, drums, and jade are not expensive, but I hope I won’t wake up after being drunk.

In ancient times, the saints and sages were lonely, and only the drinkers kept their names.

When Chen Wang was in the old days, he had feasts and feasts, and fought with thousands of people to play and abuse.

Why does the master say that he has less money, and he has to sell it to the king. "

Zhao Wujiang sat backwards holding the piano, leaning against the wine table:
"Five-flowered horses, thousands of gold, Hu'er will exchange for fine wine, and together with you, we will eliminate eternal sorrows!"

Biting the last word "sorrow" hard, the world in his eyes shook, and he collapsed along the edge of the table, fascinated by his eyes.

There was no sound in the hut, it was so quiet, the girls all heard the name in the poem - Zhao Wujiang.

Talented scholar and beautiful woman, a gentleman in white clothes, no one in Chang'an has ever heard of Zhao Wujiang.

The girls timidly looked at the man who was lying on the ground as if he was sleeping soundly, and stepped forward one after another, wanting to see his face again and sigh again.

Wang Yuan waved his hand, his old face was full of smiles, this was the first real smile since he entered Wutong Courtyard.

Let him sleep. He drank the wine in the glass and laughed loudly: "Don't stop the glass!"

The sound of silk and bamboo orchestras reappeared, and Yingying, Yanyan and Yanyan were bustling, and the excitement was even more lively than before.

Zhao Wujiang lay on the ground with Liuqin in his arms, peaceful and peaceful.

Wang Yuan took a sip of wine. On the way to Chang'an, he knew from Li Xuanji that Zhao Wujiang was a warlock, and he suspected that he had glimpsed the secret on the way home.

He had met Zhao Wujiang in the clan before, and he recognized Zhao Wujiang at a glance, young and promising, with domineering eyes, an unstoppable person and unstoppable thing in the world.

But it was seven days since he met Zhao Wujiang after he got out of trouble, and in just seven days, this young man seemed to be shackled by fate, feeling extremely heavy.

He stared at Zhao Wujiang's peaceful and smooth eyebrows at the moment, and murmured:

"You, what did you see?"

The one who answered him was an old man in the far south of the Lingnan Road, south of the Cangwu Tomb, who was breathless and covered in dirt and blood.

"I see the future, a future that I can't resist."

(End of this chapter)