The disfigured prince's time-traveling concubine

Now that you know it is a good thing, I won’t tell you. I turned around and said proudly, “I’ve already told you that there is only one jar in heaven and on earth. If you ask me again, I won’t give it to you.”

Song Yuntian smacked his lips. There was only one jar of such fine wine, so it didn't seem like he was lying. But looking at Li'er's expression, he was determined not to tell him. What would he do when he finished this jar in the future?

Song Yunli covered her mouth and laughed happily, her shoulders shaking. She finally let out a sigh of relief, but it was not the same thing in the eyes of her brother. Song Yuntian coaxed her softly, "Li'er, brother won't ask anymore. Don't cry."

Song Yunli was stunned, then nodded shamelessly. In the afternoon, Song Yuntian filled his wine gourd, sealed the jar and put it under the bed, then rode out on his horse to meet his friends. He wanted to show off so that they would have nothing to drink, but the result was...

"Yuntian, why did you come just now? Everyone is waiting for you!" Three men in brocade clothes were sitting around the lacquered wooden round table in the private room. The one who spoke was Xue Qi, the son of the Minister of Revenue. He was considered a talented person in the eyes of his family and had been given high hopes since he was a child. However, he joined the army after he reached the age of twenty, and became a close friend of Song Yuntian through fighting. This time, he was transferred back to Beijing from the border together with Song Yuntian.

"I chatted with my little sister for a while at home and almost forgot the time." He would never say that he was mesmerized by the aroma of wine while sitting in the room.

The three of them laughed at him, saying that he, a powerful young general, had returned to his hometown and turned into a good son who dressed in colorful clothes to entertain his parents and a good brother who caught butterflies and fish. However, Xue Qi noticed the wine gourd in Song Yuntian's hand and said with a smile: "Brother, if I invite you to drink, will you not drink enough? Or is it that the old general forbids you to drink, and you want to sneak some back?"

"That's wrong. I accidentally got some good wine, so I can't drink the ordinary wine in this restaurant anymore." He took off the cork and poured himself a small cup of wine. The three people who were about to sneer knew that what Song Yuntian said was true after smelling the wine. They all looked at Song Yuntian with a thirst for wine, but the man didn't say anything for a long time. It was the thick-skinned Xue Qi who couldn't help but said: "Yuntian, since you have brought it, let everyone taste it."

"Don't waste it, just drink your wine." Just kidding, it's nice enough that I let you smell it.

It seems like this is not giving any points! Xue Qi narrowed his eyes dangerously. After repeated persuasion failed, Xue Cen waved his hand and said, "Brothers, grab it for me!"

Suddenly, a fight broke out in the private room. It must be said that Song Yuntian was a fierce general of the Nanyue Kingdom. Except for Xue Qi, the other two could not last more than ten moves under him. However, Song Yuntian forgot that although Xue Qi's martial arts were not as good as his, he had fought with him for many years and knew his martial arts. Moreover, Xue Qi was most famous for his hidden weapons and finger skills in the army. With the help of his friends, he finally pinned Song Yuntian to the ground.

Seeing his friend's precious wine go down his stomach one cup after another, Song Yuntian felt extremely regretful. He shouldn't have been soft-hearted just now. He hadn't used his ultimate move yet. "Xue Qi! You are committing a crime of insubordination!"

"Yuntian, this is not a military camp, this is the capital, and our positions and ranks are the same now!" After saying this, he shook the wine glass in front of Song Yuntian. In comparison, the wine in this building was really ordinary.