After Yang Lin sat down, Ma Xianglin and Wei Zhengshan sat on both sides. The left and right sides immediately grabbed Yang Lin in the middle, but he seemed to have no concern at all.

First, they were all my own people here, and they checked when they came. There were only two followers brought by Ma Xianglin in Wanghai Tower. Second, his martial arts were not bad. Even if something happened, he could resist it for a while. The outside was surrounded by his personal army, so what was he afraid of?

There is also the two of them who are the second-rank commander, and the other is the leader of the wolf soldiers. They are both court officials, and what are they afraid of? They are not Jiannu.

Yang Lin's eyes met the jar of wine placed in the middle of the table. When he saw this jar, he knew that this was the spring that he had been thinking about day and night, and he couldn't help but swallow and spit.

When Ma Xianglin saw Yang Lin's expression, he immediately understood what the general meant, so he reached out to carry Wannianchun to Yang Lin.

"General Yang, the lower official, accidentally got this jar of wine. I heard that the adults were good at tasting wine. The lower official was a rough man. It would be a pity if this wine was in the mouth of Xiaguan. Why would General Yang Kaifeng be the best? You and I drink it with a heavy drink." Ma Xianglin patted the mud seal on the jar and said with a smile.

This sound was extremely tempting to Yang Lin. People who have never drunk this thousand years of spring do not understand. This wine only takes a glass of wine. If you drink other wines in the future, it will be a horse's urine. It's true that this wine is only available in heaven, and it is rare to hear it in the world.

Even Yang Lin was impulsive and wanted to take the wine back to the house directly. These two guys knew what to taste wine. Such good wine should be their own. Pour a small cup every day and taste it slowly.

But he was a general at least, how could he do such a shameful act? He said that he was so embarrassed, but he didn't stop and slapped the mud seal with his palm, then carefully cleaned the jar and poured himself a glass. Suddenly, a faint and strange fragrance of wine spread out in the private room.

Ma Xianglin sniffed his nose. Even though he had drunk a lot of fine wine, it was the first time he smelled such an attractive fragrance. As expected, Yang Lin, the general, was extremely fine wine. The fragrance alone was not simple.

Yang Lin couldn't wait to pour a cup for himself, and then took a sip without caring about his demeanor. Suddenly, a familiar and charming fragrance exploded in his mouth. It was indeed the authentic Wannianchun, and it was more fragrant than the one a year ago.

"Okay! Good wine!" Yang Lin couldn't help but slap the table and shouted loudly.

It’s not that Yang Lin can’t control himself, but that he can’t drink this thousand-year-old spring once and it feels like he’s addicted. As soon as he thinks of it, he feels like a cat is caught and wants to have a drink. However, this thousand-year-old spring is extremely rare and the source is uncertain. Even if Yang Lin is the general of Shanhaiguan, he can tremble three times when stomping his feet on this land, but this thousand-year-old spring is also something that is hard to come by.

No one knows how this kind of wine comes from. Anyway, there are so many jars on the world every year, and then they are wrapped by dignitaries. Yang Lin didn't catch up with it last time, but he didn't buy it. He really made him feel depressed and regretted for half a year. Today, he sipped on this sip and felt like he had drunk nectar. His eyes were slightly narrowed, and his mouth was smashed and he was savoring something.

Why do we call this kind of wine a thousand years of spring? Because it is not just the strange fragrance of this wine, but after drinking it, a young girl slowly appears in front of us. This woman has a unique appearance in the world, and only those who have drunk this wine can see it.

After drinking a glass of wine, I passed away with the beauty with the "spring" wind, hoping to last for ten thousand years, so I got the name of Ten Thousand Years.

After taking a sip, Yang Lin used great perseverance to resist the desire to drink again. He could only drink one glass of wine at most. Drinking too much will only be wasted. Moreover, if you see the fairy in the wine, you may be very ugly.

Looking at Yang Lin's expression of enjoyment, Ma Xianglin and Wei Zhengshan couldn't help but swallow. As long as they were men, there was no one who didn't like wine, especially the generals in the army, who were all immortals in the wine. What about this delicious wine today? It seems to be a taste.

However, now is not the time to drink, because Cheng Han has repeatedly instructed him that after drinking this Wannianchun, no matter whether you are a strong man or a delicate lady, you will be sore and weak all over. This is why you use this wine.

No matter how strong Yang Lin is, he will be unable to fight again as long as he drinks this wine.

Seeing Yang Lin drinking the wine, Ma Xianglin nodded to Wei Zhengshan and said to Yang Lin: "How can General Yang solve the crisis in Jinzhou City be resolved? The official also asked Lord Yang to send troops quickly."

"Yes, General Yang, please send troops quickly to rescue the siege of Jinzhou!" Wei Zhengshan also spoke.

This is their last chance to give Yang Lin. If he fails to grasp it, don’t blame them for not talking about their colleagues!

"The two officials can understand their hearts, but it is difficult to deal with without Lord Sun's handwriting. The task of dispatching troops is very important, and I can't do it with a small general. I hope 20,000 brothers don't blame my brother." With this, Yang Lin couldn't help but look at these two people and even called out his younger brother.

But the next moment he stopped looking like this. He saw a sharp knife on his neck, and his arms were pressed tightly. He was about to shout but he felt that the back of his neck hurt and his head turned black and he knew nothing.

It turned out that Cheng Han, who had been standing as a waiter, got started, and a knife hit the back of his head and knocked him unconscious.

"Missary!" A shout came from the private room.

"The last general is here! Please give me instructions!" A general who had been guarding the door clasped his fists and replied outside.

"Go! Retract all the personal soldiers from the Sun Commander's Mansion." Another voice came from inside.

"The last one will receive orders!" replied.

He listened to the sound of having a cup and a cup inside, and it was undoubtedly him. This sound was the voice of an adult. He had been with Yang Lin for more than ten years, so he would not hear any sound of an adult wrongly.

Although he was a little confused about the order, he still carried out the execution and went downstairs to prepare for the horse to go to Sun's mansion.

Ma Xianglin and Wei Zhengshan looked at each other and then looked at Cheng Han who was holding his throat, and felt that he was really worthy of being a member of the Jinyiwei. His methods were so unpredictable. If he hadn't seen Yang Lin fall in front of him, he would have thought that Yang Lin was the one who spoke.

But this is also good, which saves the chaos after they dispatched troops. As long as Supervisor Sun regained power, Yang Lin was nothing at all.
Chapter completed!