Flowing Years

Chapter 70



Chapter 70

Bai Zezhi closed the door and wrote silently.

Bai Zezhi only hated himself for not being able to leave here. The current physical fitness is still incomparable with that before the injury, and it is not something that can be recuperated overnight.Those who live in this Lixian Palace are all used by him.And those who live in the harem are those who are extremely favored.No matter what kind it was, it made Bai Zezhi aggrieved.Qi Lie never removed the hidden guards hidden beside him, even if he was galloping in the mountains outside the city, the hidden guards followed closely.Thinking of this, Bai Zezhi pressed down the pen bitterly, and the ink immediately blurred.

"Do you want to eat the freshly baked jerky?" A rather familiar voice came.

Bai Zezhi turned to look at the young man in blue shirt sitting on the window sill, thinking that he had heard this voice somewhere before.But when did this man sit on the windowsill?Bai Zezhi was so engrossed in his thoughts just now, he didn't notice it at all.

Seeing him frowning slightly, Qilan chuckled and jumped off the window sill.He put a pack of snacks in front of Bai Zezhi, and sat opposite him.

"Who are you?" Bai Zezhi didn't move.

Qilan took out a dough that belonged to "No Surprise", gestured to his face, and immediately put it away again.Although it was not as clear as sticking to the face, it was enough for Bai Zezhi to recognize that it was "Bu Jing" who danced with him in Wuzhe Town.

"Are you from Mosang or from Fanxia?" Bai Zezhi asked seeing him come and go freely here.

Qilan raised his eyes to look at him, and said, "Is this question important now?" He is a Mosang himself, but he was sent to Fanxia when he was born, and lived as a Fanxia person, and spent most of his life thereafter. They are all in Fanxia.Speaking of which, he is not only from Mosang, but also from Fanxia.

Bai Zezhi recalled that there is no Fanxia now, the former Fanxia has been merged by Mosang.Fanxia is just a piece of history.He lowered his eyebrows and said nothing.

"You..." Qilan looked at his calm face and asked, "Why are you here?" He really wanted to ask what was his relationship with Lie.How did you live in Lixian Palace?How could Qilie stay in his room?

"Then why are you here?" Bai Zezhi looked at him with raised eyebrows.

"I can't help myself." Qi Lan showed no expression at all, only sighed slightly in his heart.Qi Lie has not forgiven him until now.Originally, Qilan planned to leave here, and avoided it for a while, thinking that maybe the next time we meet, Qilie won't be angry with him.She didn't expect to see Bai Zezhi here, so she stopped leaving immediately.

"Then I can't help myself." Bai Zezhi spread his hands.

"You haven't been grounded, have you?" Qilan asked.I think back then, he was injured, and he went to play in the streets so happily.Right now, can he sit still?

"No." Bai Zezhi wrote in big characters with a brush, and said casually, "A few days ago, I went riding a horse outside the city."

"Then let's go, can eggs be hatched here?" Qilan snatched the pen from his hand and threw it away, dragging him outside.

"You... you..." Bai Zezhi frowned, thinking, he must be too familiar!But he was also pulled out.At that moment, Bai Zezhi thought of an idea.

The two rode on their horses and rushed out of the palace.

"You don't know that you can't ride horses in the palace?" Bai Zezhi looked at the same horse and laughed wantonly without surprise.

"Ah!" Qilan raised his head slightly, "When I'm happy, I forget it." He shook his head, distressed, "Actually, I can't live in the palace. There are too many rules. After a few days, my hands and feet feel numb. It's going to freeze."

Bai Zezhi nodded and agreed: "It's still the most wanton running around on horseback!"

On rainy days, there are very few people on the street.The two horses galloped down the street one after the other, splashing water one after another.Bai Zezhi was slightly disappointed.Before coming out, he wanted to see if Bu Jing would be followed by the hidden guards.It turned out to be very disappointing.Even when he went out without any surprise, he was followed by the hidden guards.Still no chance to escape!It wasn't until Bu Jing stopped that Bai Zezhi stopped thinking.

"So," Bai Zezhi looked at the smug Bujing in disbelief, "You just brought me to visit the brothel?"

"I don't know." Qilan took the horse messenger down, pulled Bai Zezhi in, and went in, "Have you tasted the wine of Huaqianyue?"

"I have no chance to try it." Bai Zezhi said honestly.

"Aren't you from Kyoto? Why haven't you heard of Hua Qianyue's fine wine?" Qilan asked.

"I'm from Kyoto, but I'm not often in Kyoto." Bai Zezhi said.

Qilan had a genuine expression.

"When I was in Kyoto, I never heard of Hua Qianyue." Bai Zezhi glanced sideways at Qilan, and said, "A gentleman should keep himself clean and have no friends who go shopping around." Almost out of town.Bai Zezhi was often in the military camp, and it was rare to come back, and most of them were with Lan Yu, Bo Yan, Huo Tingli and others.

Qilan didn't say much, just dragged Bai Zezhi in.

"How?" Qilan stepped aside from the wine cabinet and looked at Bai Zezhi.

"There are a lot of varieties." Bai Zezhi looked at the dazzling array of wines, and gave a dry compliment to save face.Judging from the bottle, there are indeed many varieties.But before he tasted it, Bai Zezhi only gave a conservative word.

"As long as there is any wine that appears in the world, this is it." Qilan said proudly.

"To be honest, how much dividends does this shopkeeper give you?" Bai Zezhi said flatly.

Qilan looked helplessly at the sky.This is his industry, so it is naturally worthy of praise.Will he bring it up and talk about this kind of thing?

Qi Lan asked the head servant of the wine cabinet to fetch small bottles, picked out several types and poured them into the bottles separately.

"This one comes from the southern border of Luona. It's color is like a cloud, and it's called Dragon Ball Wine." Qi Lan gently shook the wine bottle between Bai Zezhi's nose. Aspirations, long-term food can lighten one's body and prolong one's life."

Sure enough, Bai Zezhi could smell the clear and sweet fruity aroma.

"This one comes from the Ruomi royal family. It is as clear as the soup of a flowing spring, and as mellow as it has been aged. It is a clear spring wine." Qi Lan did not give Bai Zezhi a taste, but changed another wine bottle.

Bai Zezhi watched Qilan bring out the wines from those wine bottles one by one, like a few treasures, curled his lips and said: "One taste is worse than a hundred stories."

Qilan looked at Bai Zezhi eager to try, and smiled slightly: "This is not for you to taste one by one."

Bai Zezhi stared at Qilan.

"It's cold today, so it's perfect to drink Chizhu wine to dispel the wind and invigorate the qi." Qilan took a water jade wine bottle that glowed brightly vermilion, and dragged Bai Zezhi to the private seat.

"This place is very good." Qilan sat down, poured one for Bai Zezhi, and held one for himself.

Bai Zezhi took a sip slightly.It is not strong at all, with a light taste, with the sunshine of spring, and the aroma of ripe summer fruits. When it enters the throat, it brings the clearness and enthusiasm of wine between the lips and teeth.Bai Zezhi nodded, just about to say a compliment.

"The color of this red bead wine is like agate, and it is very popular with ladies and wives." Qilan said leisurely while looking at the singing and dancing below.

Bai Zezhi held back her compliments and glared at him.

"For those with perennial injuries, it's best to drink one cup every day." Qi Lan said casually.

Bai Zezhi looked at it carefully, but he was not surprised. He couldn't tell whether this sentence was a specific one or just said it casually.

"Look at me," Qilan pretended to be innocent, "there are so many beauties below, all of whom have superb skills. When you are in good times, you should drink good wine and appreciate beauties."

Bai Zezhi laughed.


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