Me and my Jianghu Tavern

At the beginning, old man Huang told Zhang Ming that Nian'an was only because of the so-called rules, but now it seems that it is not just such a simple matter.

This night, I stayed in Su Mansion for one night.

Zhang Ming also asked Monk Nian'an, but Monk Nian'an never answered this question.

Zhang Ming had no choice but to give up.

Looking out of the carriage in a blink of an eye, Zhang Ming thought to himself, bumps along the way are inevitable.

.........

Tianhe 23 years

A warrior came out of the Northern Desert Tribe to unify the tribes.

The Dachen Border Pass was covered with haze, and Beimo was ready to move again.

It was only a matter of time before Bei Mo came to attack.

.........

The carriage stopped in the open space in front of the tavern.

When I went there, the coachman who drove the horse had gone nowhere, and when he came back, the person sitting in front of the carriage was the man who could have been called the son of the coachman.

Holding the jar in his arms, the young master drove the carriage from Chang'an without stopping for a moment, but stopped in front of the tavern next to the pipeline outside Jian'an city.

He tied the horse aside and hugged the jar tightly in his arms.

The three people who got off the carriage followed behind the young master holding the jar without saying a word.

On the steps at the entrance of the tavern, there was still an old man sitting, who was the servant of the Jiang family.

Uncle Zhang raised his head and looked at the person who was walking with the jar in his arms.

He sat aside a little, and made way for the person who came.

Uncle Zhang looked at the four people, but found that some people were missing. When the young master walked up to him, Uncle Zhang asked aloud, "Did he come back?"

Gongsun Yu paused, turned his head and said with a smile, "I'm back."

Uncle Zhang looked up, but he didn't see Wu Fu's figure. Finally, his eyes stayed on the jar in Gongsun Yu's arms, and he immediately understood.

He did come back.

Uncle Zhang took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and waved to Gongsun Yu, but he leaned against a pillar beside him.

Wu Manzi and Pei Yuan were silent, while the little Taoist priest stood aside without saying a word.

The atmosphere along the way was extremely depressing.

Gongsun Yu carried the jar and walked into the tavern.

There were very few people in the tavern this morning, and there was only one drinker.

Jiang Rou raised her head and looked towards the door of the tavern. When she saw someone coming, she got up and exclaimed, "Brother Gongsun, are you back?"

Lei Hu, who was standing by the counter, saw the visitor. Gongsun Yu was an acquaintance, but he hadn't seen him for several days.

Jiang Rou went up to greet her, and greeted Wu Manzi and the others behind her one by one.

But I saw that several people just nodded slightly, smiling stiffly.

The atmosphere is a little weird.

"What's wrong?" Jiang Rou was puzzled.

"It's okay." Gongsun Yu, who was holding the jar, smiled, looked at Lei Hu in front of the counter, and said softly, "Brother Zhang hasn't come back yet?"

Lei Hu nodded and replied, "The shopkeeper hasn't come back yet."

Gongsun Yu nodded slightly, and said, "Two jugs are drunk."

"Only one pot."

"There's another pot for me." Pei Yuan from behind glanced at him, waved his hand and said, "Go for it."

Lei Hu only felt that the atmosphere was weird, and then went to the inner room to drink.

Gongsun Yu hugged the jar and found a table and sat down.

Jiang Rou scratched her head, puzzled, but followed.

After sitting down, Gongsun Yu placed the jar beside him.

"Your wine." Lei Hu brought the wine up.

But Gongsun Yu stopped him and said, "Put another cup."

Lei Hu brought another cup, and then stood back in front of the counter.

Jiang Rou touched Wu Manzi's shoulder, and asked softly, "Has the scholar not come back?"

"He's still married in Chang'an." Wu Manzi curled his lips.

At this time the wine has been served.

Gongsun Yu picked up the wine glasses and placed them in front of everyone one by one.

But the last cup was placed in front of the jar.

Seeing this scene, several people at the table fell silent.

Jiang Rou blinked, very puzzled, but she didn't ask.

Gongsun Yu picked up the jug and poured wine one by one.

One cup...two cups...three cups...

Until the wine glasses on the table are full of wine.

Gongsun Yu turned his head to look at the jar on the table, and said, "You have never drank the wine from the shopkeeper, you have to taste it today."

"After tasting this glass of wine, I will take you home."

Gongsun Yu raised his head and drank the cup to get drunk, and he became drunk in a moment.

Then, he picked up the glass of wine that was placed in front of the jar.

The last cup was spilled on the ground.

Gongsun Yu breathed a sigh of relief, got up, picked up the jar, turned and left.

Seeing this, Pei Yuan and the others got up too.

But I heard Gongsun Yu say: "I will send Uncle Wu back alone, you don't have to follow."

Wu Manzi stretched out his hand and pulled down the little Taoist priest beside him, and they sat down again.

Gongsun Yu took a step forward, holding the jar in his arms, and stepped out of the tavern.

Wu Manzi and the others kept looking at the back. Pei Yuan picked up the glass full of wine on the table and downed it in one gulp. The little Taoist looked and looked coldly, but seeing the silence in the atmosphere, he didn't dare to speak.

"Brother Yu hasn't spoken a word all this time," Wu Manzi said.

Pei Yuan picked up the jug and poured himself another glass of tourist drunk, turned to look at Wu Manzi, and said, "Drink."

Wu Manzi nodded, picked up the wine glass and downed it in one gulp.

After just one cup, Wu Manzi's face flushed slightly.

.........

On the official road, the young master holding the jar walked towards Jian'an City.

He walked very slowly.

There were too many bumps along the way, he just wanted to take Uncle Wu through the final journey smoothly.

You have always been Secret Service No. 1, always have been, and still are.

"The water in this river and lake is too turbid. Your son is not as good as you, but now he can only take you home." Gongsun Yu sighed in his heart. He raised his head to look at the majestic Jian'an city wall in front of him, and said, "Go back home..."

The number one son of Jian'an City walked into Jian'an City alone with a jar in his arms.

Walking through the streets, I re-watched the scenes I watched from childhood to adulthood.

When he was young, Uncle Wu followed him, calling him son and young master, and led him to run around Jian'an City.

"Uncle Wu, show me Jian'an again." Gongsun Yu said.

On this day, Gongsun Yu walked all over Jian'an City with the jar in his arms.

Everywhere he can remember.

From morning till night until sunset.

At dusk, the sun sets, and the sky is dyed red.

He finally walked into Gongsun Mansion with the jar in his arms.

The moment he returned home, Gongsun Yu seemed relieved.

Gongsun Yu went straight to the ancestral hall with the jar in his arms.

When he arrived in front of the ancestral hall, he saw Gongsun Hong was already waiting here.

"Daddy." Gongsun Yu said softly.

Gongsun Hong in front of the ancestral hall turned around and said, "Not everyone can enter the ancestral hall, you are not young, you have to know the rules."

Gongsun Yu clenched his fists, feeling mixed feelings in his heart.

However, Gongsun Hong said: "But this matter, I am sure."

Gongsun Yu froze in place.

Since then, there has been an additional set of spiritual plaques in the Gongsun family ancestral hall.

There are only two words engraved on the Lingshang card - Wu Fu.

Chapter 268: The Skinny Old Man

That night, at the entrance of the Jianghu Tavern, there were two more young masters who were drunk and fell to the ground.

Pei Yuan just felt unhappy, so he wanted to drink, and drank the three cups of tourist drunk without even thinking about it.

Wu Manzi, who had never dared to drink the third cup to get drunk before, now drinks three cups in succession. The only thing that is missing is the bickering of the scholars while drinking.

The little Taoist stood aside coldly and sighed.

In fact, he was thinking in his heart: If it weren't for these two guys, he should be listening to music in the Goulan now. I haven't been there for a few days, and I really miss it.

.........

The sky is slightly bright, and the cold wind at dawn is very biting.

The little Taoist priest who was dozing off against the pillar woke up from the cold, sniffled and hiccupped.

"It's cold." Han Yu pouted.

"Aren't you awake yet?" He looked down at the two people lying on the steps, and he still didn't wake up after a whole night.

Is that wine really that powerful?

Fortunately, I did not drink.

At this moment, an old man in white on the official road came slowly on a white horse, and finally stopped at the entrance of the tavern.

"Cough cough."

The skinny old man in white fell off his white horse, bent his body and looked towards the door of the tavern.

"It hasn't been opened yet." The old man made a hoarse voice.

Han Yu looked at the old man, but saw the old man walking over.

The skinny old man glanced at the two people lying on the ground, smiled slightly, but didn't speak, just found a place on the steps and sat down.

Han Yu frowned and asked, "Who are you?"

"Are you asking me?" the old man turned back.

"Or else."