Opening a Tavern in the Tang Dynasty

Cheng Yaojin, his eyes half drunken, swayed and shouted, "Hey, this wine is really strong, it's quite potent, it makes me feel warm inside."

Mr. Zhang was already drunk at this moment, his steps were a little unsteady, and he just staggered and fell down: "Another... another drink"

The ministers in the court were all drunk at this time, laughing so hard that they didn't even remember anything about potatoes, sweet potatoes, or important court affairs.

I just know that this wine makes people drunk.

The court, which had been bustling with people drinking just now, now had ministers lying all over the floor.

Everyone was drunk, and some were even mumbling incoherent words: "Wine..."

Some were sound asleep, snoring one after another: "Hoo~"

Fuquan felt that the originally solemn and dignified court now looked like a casual tavern, with a strong smell of alcohol.

Fuquan looked at the drunken ministers lying on the ground with a helpless look on his face. He hurried to the emperor and said anxiously, "Your Majesty, what should we do? The ministers are all drunk like this. The court is in disarray."

The emperor rubbed his swollen temples and said, "Never mind, never mind. Today is a rare day of fun. Let them rest here first. Give them orders so that nothing goes wrong. They will return home when they wake up."

Fuquan responded and turned to arrange for the staff. As he walked, he said, "Ridiculous, ridiculous, but His Majesty will make the decision himself. There is no need to overthink it."

A minister opened his eyes drowsily and looked at his colleagues sleeping in all directions around him with a look of astonishment on his face.

He muttered, "Oh, what's going on? How could I fall asleep in this court? It seems..."

"Hey, that wine is too strong. I can't remember anything after drinking it. This is really... I wonder what His Majesty would think if he saw this."

After saying that, he rubbed his aching head and struggled to stand up.

Cheng Yaojin also slowly woke up, rubbed his eyes, and looked at the ministers around him who had just woken up or were still sleeping.

He slapped his thigh and shouted, "Oh, what happened to me, Old Cheng? How could I fall asleep in the court? That wine must have been really strong. It knocked us all out."

As he spoke, Cheng Yaojin stood up unsteadily, looking around with a look of regret on his face.

"Go back"

The moonlight was like silver, sprinkling on the streets and alleys of Chang'an City.

Cheng Yaojin walked towards his own mansion with staggering steps, humming an unknown little tune.

He reeked of alcohol, his face flushed, and his tiger eyes were a little blurry.

The guard in front of the mansion gate saw Cheng Yaojin from afar and hurried over to help him.

But he pushed me away: "No, I'm not drunk yet, I can walk!" His voice was a little drunken and bold.

Cheng Yaojin staggered into the mansion and accidentally bumped into the flowers in the courtyard. The flowers rustled and petals fell all over him.

He just laughed and said, "These flowers are here to welcome me, Old Cheng."

In the main hall, candlelight flickered.

Cheng Yaojin plopped down on a chair and shouted to the empty surroundings, "Madam, where's Madam? Bring me some wine!"

However, no one responded to him.

He muttered, with a hint of dissatisfaction in his eyes, "Where did they all go? No one is drinking with me, Old Cheng."

He leaned back in his chair, recalling the lively scene in the tavern tonight.

Those brothers raised their glasses, chatted and told stories about the battlefield and interesting things in the world.

After three rounds of drinking, everyone was drunk, but that was his favorite time. There was no intrigue in the court, only pure joy.

"Sir, why are you so drunk again?" A maid came out from the back hall and looked at Cheng Yaojin with a worried look on her face.

Cheng Yaojin waved his hand and said, "Go, stop talking nonsense, and bring more wine. I am happy today."

The maid shook her head helplessly, but did not dare to disobey, and turned around to get the hangover soup.

Cheng Yaojin narrowed his eyes, and the scene of himself fighting on the battlefield emerged in his mind, with his horses and spears galloping across the battlefield.

The blood and glory, like the wine, intoxicated him.

He knew that such days were exchanged for his life, but he never regretted it. No matter how many difficulties and dangers there were, he would not hesitate to pick up the axe again, for the Tang Dynasty and for his brothers.

At this time, a soft sound of footsteps was heard. Cheng Yaojin turned his head and saw Hua Dajiao's figure appear in front of him.

She frowned and scolded, "Old Cheng, you drank so much again, you're going to die!"

Cheng Yaojin grinned and said, "Madam, I am happy. Come, have a drink with me."

Hua Da Jiao was both angry and amused. She sat next to him and patted his back gently.

Hua Da Jiao patted Cheng Yaojin on the back and said with a puzzled look on her face, "What happened at the court today? I heard that the emperor brought back two jars of wine from Zuixianlou."

Cheng Yaojin grinned and scratched his head. "Hey! This old emperor must have encountered some strange people and things in Zuixianlou, right?"

"I've never been to Zuixianlou, but the two jars of wine the emperor brought back are incense. Why did he rush back in such a hurry, bringing those two jars of wine with him? Is he trying to bribe us with wine?"

Hua Da Jiao rolled her eyes at Cheng Yaojin and said, "You're the only one who would think that. However, the wine from Zuixianlou is indeed extraordinary. If we could get a few jars of it and let the brothers in our mansion taste it, that would be a great thing."

Cheng Yaojin's eyes lit up when he heard this: "That's right! After this matter at the court is over, let's go to Zuixianlou and see if we can get some good wine."

At this time, the two of them looked in the direction of the palace and whispered: Why did the emperor suddenly let the ministers drink in the court?

The maid came over with the hangover soup: "Here is the hangover soup."

Cheng Yaojin took the sobering soup and said with a big laugh, "Haha, you came at the right time. I was just feeling a little dizzy. The emperor's wine is really strong!" After that, he tilted his head back and gulped it down.

Hua Da Jiao watched from the side and couldn't help but joked, "Look at you, you're so impatient, aren't you afraid of getting burned? You'll have to think carefully about what happened today when you sober up."

"What on earth is the emperor up to? He brought back wine from Zuixianlou for no apparent reason and summoned our ministers. It can't be just to have a drink together, right?"

Cheng Yaojin wiped his mouth, burped, and replied, "Yeah, that's right. I'll definitely think about it carefully when my head is clear. But after drinking this hangover soup, I do feel much better, hehe."

At Zuixianlou, Yuyu and his family cleaned up the tavern and prepared to rest. Yuyu snored, "I wonder when the emperor will come again?"

Xiaoyu: "It should be soon!"