Lanke Chess Edge

When the ripples on the water surface had calmed down, everyone in the Wei family was still in a dream.

Even though it was approaching June, everyone still felt chilly under the evening wind because their clothes were soaked in cold sweat.

After Wei Wuwei shouted his thanks to Jiang Mian, he kept staring at Jiang Mian lost in thought.

"Patriarch...how is it?"

The uncle of the Wei family was the first to break the silence and asked about the last situation just now. Wei Wuwei finally raised his head when he heard the words, looked at the people around him and smiled.

"Of course it's done. You are all confidantes of my Wei family. I hope everyone will keep the matter tonight tight-lipped, and even the closest people are not allowed to mention it!"

This is mainly for the other people, as for the old housekeeper and the two brothers of Wei Wuwei's father's generation, of course they are their own people.

After saying this, Wei Wuwei waved his hand.

"Let's go to the pier if you don't get drunk and don't return!"

During this period of time, the gate of Chunhui Mansion has been closed, and there is a lively place outside the city at the big wharf, where there are many people living on the water, there are restaurants, inns and post houses, as well as those painting boats and river cruises. Chuanzhou is the place where the rich son of the boat, Huaniang, gathers.

The big pier at night is more lively than Chunhui Fucheng during the day!

A long time after the members of the Wei family left with excitement, Ji Yuan was still lying on the willow in the distance, with only a shade of a tree under the moonlight under a blind leaf.

On the surface of the river where the willows on the Hengjiang River are, there are only slight waves brought by the evening wind and flowing water, and there is no movement made by the old turtle before, and there are faint sounds of singing and dancing from the boats on the river in the distance.

From the beginning to the end, Ji Yuan was just watching and listening, and what he could see clearly was only a glimpse of the aura of the old turtle and Wei Jiayu's pendant, but what they said was heard verbatim.

The old turtle didn't make things difficult for Wei Wuwei, and his final sigh was full of emotion. If it wasn't for the fact that his family knew about his family affairs, he really had the urge to help him.

But most of what Laogui asked for was related to cultivation, and Ji Yuan didn't think he was really qualified to give advice, so he still looked up at the bright moon until now.

Originally, it was to watch a lively scene, but it made Ji Yuan feel a lot of emotions.

"When I look at the full moon, I have regrets in my heart. You seek fate, and he also seeks fate. Why don't I..."

I don't plan to move my butt, it's not cold anyway, so Ji Yuan's current physique can resist it casually, and it's like this until the morning light gradually rises, holding the empty jug on the willow tree in a blink of an eye and waiting in a state of sleep One night.

When he woke up, he stretched his waist, subconsciously shook the jug, looked around but couldn't find the trash can, and couldn't help but laugh.

...

In Chunhuifu City, Yuanzipu, a famous store in the west corner of Piaoxiangfang, the shopkeeper settles accounts in front of the counter as usual.

There was the sound of rolling wheels and shouts from outside. The shopkeeper looked up and saw that it was Mr. Wang, who was collecting wine, leading two ox carts in person.

The shopkeeper hurriedly put down and came out from behind the counter, and stepped out of the store to greet him.

"The third master is doing well recently!"

That Wang Sanye's original name was Wang Zizhong, he was a wealthy senior member of the royal family in Chunhui Mansion, he was a brother of this generation's head of the Wang family, and he was the third in the family, but he was in Zhouzhuang several hundred miles away to take care of the Wang family's property. Seldom go back to Chunhui Mansion.

Hearing the shopkeeper's warm greeting, Mr. Wang also responded heartily.

"Hahahaha, Mrs. Wang eats and sleeps well, just thinking about Qianrichun from Yuanzipu, shopkeeper Zhuo, are you all right?"

"Thanks to the third master, I'm also full of energy. Qian Richun has already prepared it for you, and I'm just waiting for the third master to pick it up!"

The two entered the garden shop together with a smile. Without the order of the shopkeeper, the shop assistants began to get busy, one by one carrying jars of fine wine from the inner warehouse, and the two ox carts were also helped by the Wang family.

"Third Master, would you like a drink?"

"Shopkeeper Zhuo is too polite, how can one cup be enough!"

"Hahaha, my memory!"

The shopkeeper Zhuo walked back to the counter, took out a tray from it, and put fine porcelain cups and wine jugs on it, put it on a table in the shop, and poured wine for Mr. Wang himself.

"Third Master, please!"

"Thank you!"

The prince re-sat on the stool, took advantage of the opportunity to take the cup and drank it, while the shopkeeper Zhuo on the side stared carefully at the glass he had finished drinking, and found that there was a lot of wine on it like ordinary people.

Wang Zizhong noticed the eyes of shopkeeper Zhuo, and asked with some doubts.

"Shopkeeper Zhuo, what are you looking at?"

"Oh, it's nothing, the third master drinks!"

After finishing speaking, the shopkeeper quickly poured wine.

This went back and forth three times, and every time the shopkeeper looked at the wine glass carefully, Wang Zizhong felt awkward looking at it. If he didn't know the shopkeeper Zhuo well and was confident in his martial arts, he might have suspected that he had been poisoned.

"Shopkeeper Zhuo, are you dazed? What's the matter?"

Shopkeeper Zhuo did not shirk now, but sat down opposite Wang Zizhong, poured wine for the other party, and poured wine for himself.

"Third Lord, how high is your martial arts in the Jianghu?"

"Why are you asking this?"

Wang Zizhong was a little surprised, but he still answered.

"If you really want to talk about it, it should be above the first rate. It is only one step away from Xiantian. In another ten or eight years, it may not be impossible to break through!"

"Uh... how many martial arts fighters like you are there in the Jianghu?"

"Hehehe... very rare!"

Wang Zizhong drank the wine quite complacently, and shopkeeper Zhuo hurriedly filled it up again.

"Third Lord, forgive me, can you drink the wine in the glass in one gulp, the kind that doesn't leave a trace of wine?"

"How difficult is this, just watch it!"

After saying this, Third Master Wang shook his arm while holding the cup in front of his chest, his right hand swung his arm like wine into his mouth, and then raised the glass to show the shopkeeper Zhuo.

The latter saw that the bottom of the cup was indeed clean, but it still didn't seem to be the true color of white porcelain, so he stretched out his finger to wipe it, and found that there was still a little wine on his finger.

"Don't blame the third master, I'll change the cup for you!"

"Treasurer Zhuo, you seem to have something else on your mind. Why, did Wang disappoint you just now?"

Wang Zizhong's sentence is not ironic, but genuine doubts.

"Third Master, if you drink like this, can you drink it clean and feel dry when you touch the bottom of the glass!"

After saying this sentence, the shopkeeper made a drinking gesture, nothing special, just like ordinary people raising a glass to drink, first sip a sip, and then slowly pour it into his mouth.

Wang Zizhong saw all the actions of shopkeeper Zhuo, and answered with a frown.

"I'm afraid it won't work. You've seen it too. Even if you are lucky enough to shake the wine, there are still some leftovers, not to mention it is so light. Even if the innate master can pick things up within two feet, it can't make the invisible Zhishui is so obedient!"

The speaker had no intention of listening, but the listener intended, the words "make the invisible water obedient", shook the heart of shopkeeper Zhuo.

"So that's the case. Thank you, Third Master, for clarifying the confusion."

After the shopkeeper Zhuo thanked him, he was somewhat absent-minded.

But sometimes, some things are just so coincidental.

"Shopkeeper, if you bring your own flagon to buy wine, can it be cheaper? Your Qian Richun drinks it...it's addictive!"

Ji Yuanzhongzheng's peaceful voice sounded outside the door, and shopkeeper Zhuo stood up abruptly, startling Wang Zizhong next to him.

He raised his head and looked out the door, and he really saw the person he had seen two days ago.

"There are some, no, no, cheap ones!"

Even though he tried his best to pretend to be normal, he couldn't hide his excitement at all, Wang Zizhong was puzzled, but Ji Yuan frowned slightly, thinking about why this was so, anyway, he didn't think there was something wrong for a while.

The prince looked at the person outside the door again, is it because this person is special?

Seeing Ji Yuan also looked at him, the prince raised his arms and slightly bowed his hands to salute, and Ji Yuan also bowed his hands slightly in return politely.

"Guest officer, please come in, guest officer! This is the twenty-year-old Qianrichun, do you think it is suitable?"

"Hey, hey! Shopkeeper Zhuo, isn't this suitable? Didn't you say that there are not many twenty-year-old ones left, so you won't sell them!"

The prince stood up yelling loudly, blowing his beard and staring, forgetting to drink his own wine.