Shuang Daqin Comparison, No Comparison, No Harm

Zhao Ze did not deny that he really thought so just now.

Bian Que was a little out of breath, but because of Zhao Ze's identity, he could only bear it.

Zhao Ze walked in the front and said casually: "We left Danhe City in the early morning tonight and went back to the Qin army camp. Now the Guishuang army behind us has been dealt with. You can go and play as you like. I will wait in this restaurant." you."

Bian Que was furious, but she didn't dare to walk around. What would she do if she was in danger again?

So he could only follow Zhao Ze to the restaurant for dinner.

Above the restaurant, Zhao pushed the wine in front of Bian Que.

"Why don't you try the fruit wine here, it tastes good, women can drink some."

It's not just men who love to drink in Hedan's area, women also take a few sips when they are young.

But most of them are spirits, women naturally can't drink too much.

Bian Que held the wine jar in front of him, poured himself a small cup, took a sip and the taste was slightly sweet.

"This fruit wine really tastes good, but I don't know how it's made."

"If I have the opportunity to learn, I will be able to drink this delicious fruit wine in autumn when I go back to pick some ingredients in the spring.

As a doctor, Bian Que also likes to study rouge and others in addition to herbal medicine.

"Isn't that simple?" Zhao Ze raised his eyebrows, "You want to know, I'll take you there."

Bian Que didn't know why, so he saw Zhao Ze striding out of the restaurant.

Bian Que didn't want to part with the jar of fruit wine, still hugged him in his arms, and followed his steps out together.

Zhao Ze took her to the back of the restaurant.

Before she knew what was going on, she directly led him into the backyard of the restaurant above the eaves.

Looking down from the top, you can see that there are neat wine jars in the yard, each of which is more than one meter high.

"What did you bring me here for?"

"Where are you looking?" Zhao Ze looked at one place.

Bian Que looked and saw that the courtyard was brightly lit at night, and there were red lanterns hanging everywhere.

I saw a few workers pouring the fruit brought back from outside into the wine jar in their hands.

"Are they making fruit wine?" Bian Que asked.

"Can't you see this? You should be able to learn from this carefully. It seems that the process is not complicated."

Unexpectedly, Zhao Ze brought himself here just to show himself how to brew fruit wine, Bian Que couldn't help but blushed slightly.

To prevent her from falling while standing on the eaves, Zhao Ze is still holding her by the waist at this moment.

She had never been so intimate with a man before, which made her a little dizzy.

Seeing him in a daze, Zhao Ze urged, "Don't you want to watch it? Don't be in a daze."

Bian Que responded again and again, but at this moment, his thoughts had already drifted to other places, and there were no workers brewing fruit wine in his eyes.

Seeing them sealing the wine, Zhao Ze said: "Then let's go down now, do you understand?"

Bian Que nodded guiltily, where did she understand, she didn't even understand a whole process.

After returning from the restaurant, Zhao Ze dragged Bian Que to prevent her from wandering around.

Knowing that Zhao Ze was afraid that he would cause trouble for him, he obediently did not dare to wander around.

It was already midnight when the two went back, and they were about to set off back to Jinzhou.

The carriage was placed in the backyard of the inn, and the two drove the carriage just out of the hospital.

But not far away, people gathered at the gate of the brothel, as if they were watching something exciting.

It was the bustling brothel time at night, and it was normal for there to be a lot of people.

Bian Que was not interested at first, but she saw a familiar face while sitting in the carriage and looking through the window through the crowd.

That woman is not exactly the aunt I saw yesterday.

I saw the aunt fell to the ground physically and mentally, crying and shouting, "Hands down.

People around sighed and shook their heads, and there were also a few kind-hearted aunts and elder sisters who came forward to comfort them.

...asking for flowers...

Because I saw Bian Que, I got a little curious, opened the curtain of the carriage and said to Zhao Ze: "I'll go over there to have a look, just wait for me in a few minutes and I'll come over."

Normally, Zhao Ze would have taken the carriage and left by himself, but he still needs Bian Que now.

Only Bian Que can dispense the antidote.

Fortunately, Bian Que didn't delay too much time, and came back after a while.

At night, the yamen guards at the gate are much more relaxed than during the day.

The two went out of the city in a carriage, but they were about to be stopped.

Zhao Ze noticed that they were holding portraits in their hands, and Bian Que was outlined in the appointment room.

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Knowing that his identity was exposed, Zhao Ze was ready to fight at any time.

The yamen servant with a knife at the door shouted at him, "Who's in there?"

A follower stood beside the yamen servant. The follower looked at the portrait, looked at Zhao Ze, and shook his head.

Zhao Ze was a little surprised, it seemed that his identity was not exposed, only Bian Que was exposed.

The yamen servant's eyes glanced at Zhao Ze, uncovering Ma Jun's benefits.

Just at this moment, Zhao Ze took out the sword from his waist, raised the sword and struck his life directly.

The yamen servant fell to the ground and immediately attracted the attention of other yamen servants.

They pulled out Qiqi and rushed towards Zhao Ze.

The loud movement caught the attention of the carriage team in front.

The convoy has just been inspected by the government officials and has just obtained the customs clearance documents.

Just as they were about to leave, when they heard movement behind them, all the people in the motorcade looked back in unison.

Zhao Ze moved quickly, jumped out of the carriage, and confronted the government servants head-on.

Zhao Ze was surrounded by more than 30 government officials at the gate.

Then the carriages and people who were waiting to check out of the city rushed forward and squeezed their heads to watch.

Zhao Ze fought his way through more than thirty yamen servants by himself, and the knife in his hand was filled with blood pressure in no time.