Bu Fang stared speechlessly at Ni Yan who disappeared in a hurry, and twitched the corners of his mouth. He originally wanted to discuss with Ni Yan and ask her to be the taster of the fine wine he made in the future... After all, he had drunk Ni Yan seems to be the only one who "breathes the dragon".
"Anyway, Boss Bu's wine is already the best wine I've ever tasted." Ji Chengxue smiled, raised his glass to Bu Fang, praised him earnestly, and drank it down in one gulp.
The same is true for Xiao Yue, they haven't drunk any "Dragon's Breath" so they don't know whether the two are good or bad, but compared with the Qiongye Yuye wine they drank before, Bu Fang's Bingxin Yuhu wine is the best wine, no matter what. Comparable wine, they believe that seeing is believing.
Bu Fang didn't say anything, but just nodded towards the two of them, "I know there are mountains beyond the mountains, and heaven beyond the sky, so I won't be blindly arrogant. I will work hard to research a fine wine, and you can come and taste it when the time comes. More than that 'dragon's breath'."
Bu Fang's voice was very calm, just like his usual speech, restrained and confident, not showing his sharpness.
Ji Chengxue and Xiao Yue's eyes lit up immediately, and they nodded. They were naturally very happy to be Bu Fang's wine testers. After all, in terms of the quality of Bingxin Yuhu wine, Bu Fang's carefully crafted wine is definitely not bad.
After that, the two chatted with Bu Fang again while drinking. Although Bu Fang's answers were so cold and concise, they had already gotten used to Bu Fang's way of doing things, so they both had a good time.
After drinking, the two stood up. After paying for the drink, they bid farewell to Bu Fang. With their hands behind their hands, they stepped into the ice and snow outside the small shop contentedly.
As the cold wind whistled, the robes of the two of them were rolled up.
Bu Fang tidied up the celadon wine jar, put the pile of plates on Ni Yan's table into the kitchen, and couldn't help but twitch the corner of his mouth, that woman is so beautiful, with such a good figure, but her appetite is terrible , is actually an authentic foodie.
But... being able to eat is a blessing, Bu Fang thought to himself.
After packing everything up, he continued to lie down at the door, watching the monotonous snow scene in the alley outside, waiting for customers to come to his door, while thinking about how to develop fine wine that could surpass "Dragon's Breath".
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On the streets of the imperial capital, a line of beautiful figures swayed, and the white snow falling on the sky seemed to have turned into pink petals, falling down, and there seemed to be a melodious, crisp, heart-pounding bell ringing in the ears.
The white and tender soles of the feet stepped on the snow-covered streets of the imperial capital, and the snow layer sank slightly, but those small soles were still pink and tender, and there was a circle of red string bells tied on the ankles like white lotus roots. While walking, there was a crisp sound.
"Jingle bell, jingle bell."
A group of five people, wearing pink veils in this snowy winter, with beautiful faces, coquettish and charming, they swayed their postures, vividly showing their blood-spitting figures.
The eyes of the pedestrians around were staring straight. The five beauties with hot bodies were so ostentatious in the street, which feasted the eyes of many men, and even those who were weak had two lines of bright red snakes dripping from their nostrils, attracting a lot of attention. Those five stunning people smiled sweetly.
Standing among the crowd, Xiao Yue and Ji Chengxue frowned slightly as they looked at the five stunning and enchanting backs.
"The Hehuan faction is here too, and they are so ostentatious in the imperial capital. If the emperor was still alive, he would have killed these witches." Ji Chengxue shook his head and sighed slightly.
As soon as Emperor Changfeng passed away, those sect forces jumped up and down, and now they dared to blatantly show off in the imperial capital. However, the imperial capital is now in a precarious state, and they have no time to take care of them.
"What do those women from the Hehuan faction do when they become emperor? Do they also want to get involved in this battle for the throne?" Xiao Yue asked with a puzzled look on his cold face.
Ji Chengxue smiled lightly, walked slowly, and said lightly: "My second elder brother even accepted the Soul Sect, so what is a Hehuan Sect? Maybe, the Hall of White Bones and the Hall of Sorrowful Souls will also send people to come... for his sake. The throne has already been risked, and the so-called risk of seeking skin from a tiger has long been ignored."
Yuwangfu.
King Yu sat on the high hall, looking majestically at the powerful sect masters below, with a serious face.
Hun Qianyun hunched his back, wrapped in a black robe, and said to Yu Wang: "Yu Wang, the masters of the Hehuan Sect and the Hall of White Bones have all arrived, and the Hall of Mourning Souls has been severely injured by Emperor Changfeng. No one is sent here, but the strong men who came this time include two sixth-rank war emperors from the Hehuan Sect, three fifth-rank war kings, and dozens of subordinates who are all masters of war madness. Two war kings, one hundred war mad masters under him, and my Soul Sect power, will definitely help Yu Wang ascend the throne."
King Yu calmly listened to Hun Qianyun's report, but the more he listened, the more surprised he became. It is worthy of being a sect that has been passed down for thousands of years. There are many sixth-rank war emperors.
You know, the sixth-rank battle emperor is already considered the top combat power of the imperial capital.
"Well, that's good, then I'll thank all the strong ones, the rooms are ready, everyone is exhausted, you can go to rest." Yu Wang said.
Among the five Yingying and Yanyan beauties of the Hehuan School, there is a woman with a good figure and a beautiful face, wearing a pink gauze, revealing her fair and slender legs and arms, and she glanced at King Yu with a winking eye. : "I have heard about King Yu's majesty and domineering aura. When I saw you today, I was really overwhelmed by King Yu's imperial aura..."
The woman said, but there was a blush on her face, shy and timid, "I don't know, can King Yu have a good chat with the slave family tonight."
"Jie Jie Jie! Wei Xiangsi, you flirtatious hoof, dare to be so profligate in front of King Yu, how can you fall in love with King Yu, why not come down with you?"
A sharp laugh sounded, and the leader of the Hall of Bones laughed loudly, his eyes lingering greedily on Wei Xiangsi's plump figure.
Wei Xiangsi's face suddenly turned cold, he glanced at the bones, and said with a sneer, "The Bone King is interested, but I don't. I'm afraid you won't be able to do so with your thin body and bones."
As soon as these words came out, Yingyingyanyan's laughter came from the Hehuan faction, and the bone king was also angry with anger, and the true energy in his body burst out immediately, as if there was a big disagreement and he was about to open dry trend.
Hun Qianyu didn't say anything, the soul fire under the black robe danced slightly.
King Yu glanced at the two of them indifferently, raised the corner of his mouth, and then leaned over, with one hand on his left cheek, staring at the two of them coldly.
Behind King Yu, a figure appeared at some point, and that figure seemed to melt into the void. After King Yu snapped his fingers, it appeared in front of the two of them in an instant.
A dagger radiating chills touched the necks of Wei Xiangsi and Bone King respectively.
"If you help me, I will naturally give you benefits, but if... you mess around in front of me, you can kill you. Remember, I am King Yu, and you are just... the remnants of the sect."
Sen Leng's words sounded, and then King Yu burst out with a terrifying momentum and coercion, and the majestic true energy flowed like a substance.
The eyes of the sect masters below shrank suddenly, and they all took a breath, King Yu...has reached the sixth rank of war emperor!
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The gate of Xiao's mansion was closed tightly, and the cold wind blew past, rolling up plain white snowflakes.
A figure was wearing a black gauze hat, standing quietly in the distance, looking at Xiao's residence calmly and reminiscently.
"What? Homesick?" Ji Chengxue's faint voice sounded from behind him, standing shoulder to shoulder with Xiao Yue.
Xiao Yue replied with a hoarse voice: "Mother said that she once asked father, if one day the emperor died, which prince would he support?"
Ji Chengxue's eyes moved slightly, and she asked unobtrusively, "Oh? What's the result?"
Xiao Yue didn't answer, but chuckled lightly. He took off the black gauze hat, and looked straight at Ji Chengxue with bright eyes, "The result is... Mother is sleeping, and I am standing in front of you."