? "What's going on? Don't you drink? Come on, have another 300 cups with me!" Yuwen Wen stood up and pulled Mr. Kong. He felt sad, and his mind was full of thoughts, "My wife was killed by **!", which was basically gone from grief~щww~~lā

Mr. Kong's wine glass had fallen to the ground, and he heard this and took the action for a moment. Guan Langjun, who was sitting on the head, got up and took the wine glass. The woman next to him followed him with the wine pot: "I'm going to be full of Yu Langjun."

He raised his slender jade hand and poured wine for Yuwen Wen. As soon as he reached half a cup, Yuwen Wen grabbed the jade wrist and instantly lost his appearance. Zheng Tong beside him couldn't stop him. Seeing that Guan Langjun's face changed, he complained in his heart.

Yuwen Wen held the woman's wrist, threw the wine glass back with his other hand, then grabbed the wine pot, let go of his wrist, looked at the woman for a moment, then spoke, "Beauty, beauties... I'm out, but I don't know the beauty... I recall the past, I long for a long time... Yes, long for a long time."

"When the beauty is there, the flowers are everywhere, and when the beauty goes, the flowers are left after the flower bed."

"I can't sleep with embroidered quilt in the bed, and I still smell the fragrance after three years."

"The fragrance will never be destroyed, and people will never come."

"The yellow leaves fall in love with you, and the white dew wet the green moss."

After saying that, he threw away the lid of the wine pot and drank the wine directly at the pot. He still felt sad, thinking, "My wife was harmed by **!" Zheng Tong saw this and rushed forward, trying to take the wine pot away.

"Forgive me, Mr. Guan, my husband was hurt by love, so he offended me so much..."

"Good...good poem!"

Guan Langjun recalled the poem, full of surprise. The woman held her wrist and was also chanting the poem in her mouth, and did not take Yu Wen Wen's rude behavior to heart at all.

"Such as long as you are...the faint sadness in the poem..."

She sighed softly, unable to help but feel a little sad. At this time, Mr. Kong came to his senses and went to the side to take the previous paper and pen to write down the poem, but was infected by the excitement and his wrists were trembling.

"Here, come, paper and pen!"

Mr. Shen pushed the door open and saw that the scene inside the room was very different from before. Mr. Kong was holding up a pen and writing something. When he looked forward, he saw a new poem. In a strange way, he heard Guan Langjun laughing and said, "You have missed a good poem."

"ah?"

"I was stunned and I was very careful and I'd write down the previous one!"

Seeing Zheng Tong grabbing a wine pot, but Yuwen Wen did not allow him at all, Guan Langjun showed sympathy: "This masterpiece has a hint of sadness. Yu Langjun thought he was really hurt by love."

"I laughed at you and laughed at you. My husband was in a bad mood. Drinking like this would probably hurt your body. I took the initiative to leave with you first."

Zheng Tong forced a smile, just complaining in his heart. Now Yuwen Wen was about to get drunk and it would be too late to leave. If he shouted, "Yuwen must go south to flatten Jiankang", then everything would be over.

"Don't make a fuss!"

Yuwen shook Zheng Tong's hand away, shook the wine pot and found that it was already bottoming out. He sprayed the wine pot and carried it to the woman: "Beauty, pour wine!"

Zheng Tong kept saying "unruly", but Guan Langjun didn't care. Seeing that Yu Wen Wen was indeed drunk, he was not upset and said to the woman: "Then let's go with Yu Langjun."

"Mr. Guan Lang, I can't do it. My husband is so rude!"

"It's okay, Mr. Zheng, as the saying goes, drunkenly relieves thousands of worries, what happened to Mr. Yu Lang, who was so heartbroken?"

"This matter is hard to describe in one word."

The woman brought another pot of wine and wine glass, and then served it. When Yuwen saw the thing in the glass, she cried and laughed and said, "The world is impermanent, I thought... it's just a mirror and a moon."

"My husband, please drink, let the troubles go with the wind."

"Go with the wind?" Yuwen Wen suddenly stared at the woman, "No, no, I wish I could move forward with the sword and cut those wolf-hearted and scattered people!"

"Why did your husband say this? Could it be that your family was killed by the bandits?"

"What's wrong? Yes, I was killed." Yuwen Wen said this, and then he used his own imagination to find out various scenes, postures, and expressions of Yuchi Chifan, Yang Lihua and Xiao Jiuniang being "preached".

When he came to this era, his initial "motivation" was to keep his wife Yuchi Chifan, and then the young couple lived well. Later, with Yang Lihua and Xiao Jiuniang, he thought that everyone was safe.

Therefore, I had to be a mantis mantis armed and act against the trend of history. Only Zhou Guo was there and his small family was there. Therefore, in order to protect everyone, I worked hard to raise soldiers, train and use troops.

Now that the small family is over, what's the point?

My wife was killed by **!

"I wish I could! Walk around the world and enjoy the revenge!"

"Your Langjun's words are bad. A wanderer is generous and friendly, and he is loyal to his righteousness and is brave enough to resolve disputes. It sounds good, but the hero violates the ban with martial arts, and the government of any country will try his best to suppress it. If he really has ambitions in his heart, he might as well serve the court."

Yuwen Wen heard what Mr. Kong said, but kept shaking his head: "No, no, no, the ranger is not just wandering on the streets. Since ancient times, there have been many generous and tragic people in the coldest places of Yan and Zhao..."

"Since ancient times, there are many generous and tragic people in the coldest places of Yan and Zhao..." Guan Langjun couldn't help but nodded silently as he read this sentence: "Yu Langjun is indeed a perfect expression!"

The woman on the side looked at Yuwen Wen with more admiration. Zheng Tong had no time to taste it, and cold sweat had already emerged. He was worried that Yuwen Wen would let go, and he might say that his party came from Yecheng or that the other party noticed something was wrong.

Sure enough, Mr. Shen asked, "Listen to what Mr. Yu said, are you familiar with the North?"

"Of course, I have traveled to Hebei, and Yu Xiake's statement is quite touched."

What Yuwen Wen was thinking at this time was to cut the bastard who had plastered his wife alive, so he couldn't help but imagine that he was a knight who wanted to revenge and wanted to use his sword to kill all the Lao Wang and Huang Mao next door.

"Who is the knight touched by the husband?

"Hou Ying and Zhu Hai, who assisted Xinling Jun to steal talismans to save Zhao, cannot these two men be called knights?"

When Guan Langjun heard this, he nodded: "Hou Ying and Zhu Hai, one is the gatekeeper and the other is the meat vendor, hiding in the market, but he is a guest at the throne of Xinling. He stood up in the crisis and could bear the name of a knight."

"I once passed through the old land of Daliang, Wei State, and was quite emotional when I was Hou Ying and Zhu Hai. Now that I drink to help the poems, I wonder if you are willing to listen?"

Guan Langjun and others showed joy: "Let's listen with scruples!"

"Xia Ke, uh." Yuwen Wen burped and continued, "Xia Ke... OK..."

"Zhao Ke is a man with the Hu Ying, Wu Gu is a bright snow. The silver saddle shines on the white horse, and it is as cool as a meteor."

"Kill one person in ten steps, and do not leave a thousand miles away. After that, I will leave with my clothes and hide my name."

"I was idle after Xinling drinking, take off my sword and sway my knees in front of me. I ate Zhu Hai with my roast and held my cup to persuade Hou Ying."

"Three cups of snoring will make you feel lighter. After the eyes are blurred, the ears are hot, and the spirit is bright and the spirit is bright."

"Save Zhao to save the golden hammer, Handan was shocked first. The two heroes of Qianqiu are enlightened by Daliang City."

"Even if the dead chivalrous spirit is fragrant, I am not ashamed of the heroes in the world. Who can write to you, the Taixuan Sutra of the White-headed Father?"

He recited the poem he liked most, Li Bai, and felt that he had already avenged his grudges and castrated Lao Wang and Huang Mao, next door to the world, and felt very happy.

Everyone was stunned after hearing this, and the room was silent.

The image of a generous knight appeared in my mind: the hero of Yan and Zhao, with a martial tassel tied to the head, a Wu Yue sword on the waist, a white horse riding a silver saddle and a white horse, galloping like a meteor, killing one person in ten steps, walking a thousand miles alone but no one knows the trace.

He was a chivalrous man, but no one knew his name, just like Hou Ying, Zhu Hai and Xinling Jun met. After three glasses of wine, he made a generous promise to save Zhao Fen for Xinling Jun. Even though he died, his deeds were famous for his success.

"Okay... OK, OK, OK! What a knight! What a Yu Langjun!"
Chapter completed!