The prince is very fierce

The Crown Prince Is Very Fierce Chapter 9 of Hidden Dragon Scales Chapter 9 The Qingshi Alley of Yitanjiu Dayefang was bustling with a big competition in the imperial city for a long time, and then slowly died down in March, but the people in the alley were still better than before. There were many drinkers walking arm in arm, talking about all the big and small things in the world.

Ever since the emperor was about to appoint the top ten warriors, the Criminal Investigation Department had released the news and selected a few ruthless gangsters for the Jianghu people to fight for. The results of the current killings are about to come out. Who can become the first candidate for the Ten Wukui and the first person for Zhaohong Bamei are all topics discussed by drinkers in the world.

At noon.

Xu Buling had already taken the carriage to Furong Temple outside the city. Furong Temple was a bit far away from Chang'an City, so it was obviously not suitable to run back and forth every day. Mrs. Lu had said hello a few days ago and asked shopkeeper Sun to prepare two cylinders of broken jade burning. Take him outside the city and drink slowly.

Two guards were holding the carriage, and Lao Xiao walked slowly into the alley with his cane. Since he came here every day, he even said hello to familiar faces on the way.

In the wine shop, shopkeeper Sun was a little busy. While greeting the guests, he heard the sound of the carriage. He turned his head and glanced, and said with a smile:

"Here you are? Why didn't you go to the back streets to tell stories today..."

Old Xiao stopped at the door of the wine shop with his cane in his hand:

"I have to go out for a walk outside the city and run around until I grow old. There is nothing I can do..."

"Haha... the wine is right there, ready..."

Shopkeeper Sun pointed to the two large wine vats in the corner of the wine shop, and the servant ran in, held the wine vats and loaded them onto the carriage.

After Lao Xiao chatted for a long time, he jumped under the carport and sat down, driving out of the city.

Although it was raining lightly, Zhuangyuan Street was still bustling with people, with merchants coming and going from north to south walking back and forth under the eaves.

As soon as the carriage came out of the alley, Lao Xiao suddenly heard the sound of hawking on the street. The accent was obviously that of a barbarian from beyond the Great Wall:

"Fine wines beyond the Great Wall... come and take a look..."

In the blink of an eye, on the small street outside Qingshi Lane, a bearded man in strange clothes was standing under the eaves to take shelter from the rain, pushing a small cart with many wine jars inside, and the faint aroma of wine could be smelled in the distance.

"Oh……"

Lao Xiao was also a frequent drinker. He knew the food was good as soon as he smelled it. He immediately asked the boss and the second brother to stop the carriage, jumped down and walked over with a cane. He looked at the car a few times:

"Young man, how do you buy this wine? What's the point? Let me tell you..."

The man standing under the eaves to take shelter from the rain has brown hair, a beard, and colorful clothes. There are quite a few foreigners in Chang'an dressed like this.

Seeing a guest coming to the door, the man said politely with an exotic accent:

"This old man is an expert at first glance. This wine was brought from Mobei. It uses Tianshan snow lotus, Changbai Mountain ginseng, plus tiger penis and deer penis..."

A lot of chirping.

Old Xiao clicked his tongue and took a look at the wine jar:

"Whipped?"

The foreign businessman smiled coquettishly: "...The whip is a money-making thing, and I will definitely not bring it out... Why don't you try it again? This wine is unique. A man drinks a woman..."

Lao Xiao smelled it carefully and found that the wine was indeed good, so he asked the vendor to take a sip, feel it for a while, and curled his lips:

"Tiger bone wine is tiger bone wine, what about tiger and deer whip... bullying the old man because I am too old?"

The hawker chuckled, raised his hand and said: "I am indeed an expert. He must have been a wine connoisseur when he was young. If you want good ones, there are small ones here, but they don't sell them..."

When Lao Xiao heard this, he understood the meaning and raised his chin: "It's a mule or a horse coming out for a walk. It's really good wine. You will be a good drinker for the rest of your life."

The vendor first looked at the carriage in the distance, and then looked at Old Xiao's clothes. The gloomy wooden wolf-head crutch in Old Xiao's hand was a gift from King Su. Just by looking at the color and texture, he knew it was not an ordinary item.

After confirming that he was really here to buy good wine, the vendor nodded, squatted down like a thief, rummaged around in the cart, took out a wine jar, carefully placed it on the cart, wiped his hands first, and then opened the stopper. .

Lao Xiao came closer to smell it, and narrowed his eyes slightly. Just as he was about to appreciate it carefully, the hawker covered the wine jar, as if he had lost two kilograms of meat: "Old man, this guy traveled thousands of miles from the Western Regions. The one shipped over there is the only one of its kind in the world. I can’t bear to drink it even if I keep it for myself, and I won’t sell it..."

Lao Xiao was really interested in this wine. He held his cane and chuckled: "Make a price. If my young master likes it, you will reward me."

When the vendor saw this posture, he immediately became serious. He hugged the wine jar with reluctance and struggled for a long time. He could no longer stand the role of Lao Xiao, so he gritted his teeth and stretched out two fingers:

"Twenty taels!"

Lao Xiao sighed, raised his hand and nodded: "I gave you the chance and you didn't use it, that's all..." He took out a piece of silver, picked up the wine jar and left.

The hawker was stunned for a moment, then he apologized and said with a smile: "Sir, you misunderstood, twenty taels and one catty, this jar weighs three catties..."

"Businessmen, based on integrity, a fixed price is a fixed price..."

Lao Xiao held the wine jar with one hand, opened it and smelled it, nodded with satisfaction, and looked back.

The hawker was putting the money in his mouth. When he saw it, he quickly smiled, kicked the money into his arms, and pushed the cart away, as if he was afraid of returning the goods.

Lao Xiao pursed his lips and sighed, jumped on the carriage again, and headed out of the city...——

The late emperor's imperial mausoleum is located in the eastern suburbs outside Chang'an City. There is a Zhuangzi complex where the mausoleum keepers live nearby, and several of the late emperor's old concubines also live there.

A few days ago, the Queen Mother informed the palace that she wanted to live in the Imperial Mausoleum for a few days because she was bored in the palace. Her original intention was to live in the Imperial Mausoleum for a few days after saving Xu Buling, and then commit suicide by taking poison, and write a last letter to attribute the cause of death to anxiety.

As for the posthumous examination, it would definitely be found that she was not a virgin, but this matter was related to the face of the Xiao family and the Song family, and no one dared to defend her. At most, they would secretly scold her a few words and that was it.

But now, it was "not a day's cold". The Queen Mother had lost her virginity. She couldn't die or live. How could she dare to live in front of the tomb of the previous emperor openly? I'm afraid she didn't dare to sleep at night.

So, the Queen Mother, who was in a state of confusion, could only sleep with Qiao'e outside the Imperial Mausoleum for a night, and then left in a hurry, asking her brother Xiao Chuyang to pass a message to the palace, and went to the Summer Resort under Yufeng Mountain on the pretext of praying for the Song family.

The Queen Mother was originally an outsider, living alone in Changle Palace, with a frightening background. Knowing that the Queen Mother was bored in the palace, the Song clan members did not say anything.

On the first day of March, Shunfeng Mountain was shrouded in misty rain.

The official summer resort is located in a valley behind Shunfeng Mountain. It is very large, and Furong Temple is on the top of the mountain. It is far away and can be seen from afar.

The Queen Mother was wearing a red long skirt and standing in the viewing pavilion of the villa. Ten thousand colorful koi swam around in the lake, but she had no intention of watching.

At the end of the field of vision, at the foot of Shunfeng Mountain, which is not high, a convoy slowly passed through the market at the foot of the mountain in the rain and gradually arrived outside the Taoist temple with white walls and green tiles.

The Queen Mother clenched her hands tightly, her face began to turn red and hot involuntarily, and she thought of that ridiculous night again...

"Twist your waist...be good..."

"Good brother..."

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