According to the money Mr. Gu gave him, Shen Tang bought some of each type of wine. Almost at the moment when the words took effect, the strong and overbearing aroma of wine rushed through the private room, awakening Mr. Gu's drunkenness. He didn't care about other plans and poured a glass at the first time.
Although Mr. Gu looks sick and looks like he could die at any second, he is actually an alcoholic with a severe addiction.
“Good wine!”
Drink up the glass and praise generously.
After drinking, his pale, sickly face had a few blushes on it, and he looked much healthier than before. But even people who don't know medical knowledge know that this is not a good idea. If you are sick, you should take good care of yourself instead of drinking heavily. Shen Tang's disapproval was written on his face.
Mr. Gu was multitasking.
While drinking, he did not relax his attention on Shen Tang.
Seeing the worry flashing across her face and the mumbling coming from her heart, Mr. Gu was slightly surprised - this Shen Lang was really interesting. Knowing that he had some intentions that were not good for him, he would still squander his "kindness" on him.
He thought that this interesting Shen Lang wanted him to die on the road. After all, the flash of murderous intent when he stared at his neck was so clear. Mr. Gu faced Shen Tang's eyes and poured himself another big glass: "It's really good wine!"
Shen Tang said: "Alcoholism is harmful to the body."
Mr. Gu said, "Mr. Shen, 'excessive drinking is harmful to the body' is true for ordinary people, but for me, excessive drinking is the only way to live longer. The wine brewed by this Word Spirit is no less than the works of the masters. If I also have this talent, I can save a lot of money on wine."
Shen Tang: “…”
This sounded very familiar. She said, "Someone said the same thing to me not long ago. Is this wine really that good?"
Mr. Gu was surprised: "You've never drunk it?"
Shen Tang said: "I drank it last night."
But the situation last night was too terrible. Unless there was no one around her, her drinking would be a threat to the safety of others.
Mr. Gu didn't know what happened last night, so he thought that Shen Tang was too young to understand the benefits of wine. He smiled and teased her, "That's because you are still young and don't understand the beauty of wine. When you are older, you will understand - wine is the best medicine in the world and can cure all diseases."
Shen Tang had no expression on his face: "..."
She was absolutely certain and very sure that wine could not cure all diseases - because Mr. Gu had drunk a whole jar of Lanling wine from just now until now, and drinking so much did not cure his brain disease, which showed that his words were lies.
Oh, now she has used the power of words that can tell the difference between people’s hearts and their stomachs, and this guy can’t hear what she said. What a pity.
Mr. Gu: “…”
Shen Tang lowered his eyes silently and counted the number of wine jars.
After a while, she finished her work.
"The drinks are ready, Mr. Gu, drink slowly."
Shen Tang was about to get up and leave, but Mr. Gu suddenly put down his glass and said, "Shen Lang, are you really Shen Lang?"
"What else? If I'm not Shen Lang, how can I be 'Gu Lang'?"
"I have my doubts about this. It's not that I don't believe Gong Yunchi, but compared to what others say, I believe more in what I see and hear! No matter how you look at it, Shen Lang's appearance is too coincidental. What is your purpose? What is your identity? Why did you redeem Chu Yao? What can he, a man whose literary mind has been destroyed and his future is ruined, bring you?"
Shen Tang suppressed his throbbing eyebrows and spoke in a particularly unfriendly tone.
"What does this have to do with you? I'm just a bartender who makes a living. If you have time to waste on me, Mr. Gu might as well take care of his own business. Desert sunset painting? Humph, from the northern desert? There's that kind of message hidden in the painting paper. Compared to me, Mr. Gu's motives are more intriguing. Is he trying to fish in troubled waters, or is he trying to muddy the waters?"
The two spoke in a low tone and not loudly.
However, the atmosphere in the private room was very solemn.
"My dear, the dance and music are coming." A soft and sticky female voice came from outside the private room, breaking the tense atmosphere.
"Come in, Shen Lang might as well sit down and enjoy it."
For some reason, Mr. Gu's voice suddenly softened.
Shen Tang looked unhappy: "I am not interested in women."
Mr. Gu asked, "You are not interested in women? Are you interested in men?"
Shen Tang: "Yes, for example, the one called 'Weng Zhi'."
She vaguely guessed that Mr. Gu and the prostitute had an unusual relationship. They were either master and servant, or master and disciple, or both. The prostitute was probably not a prostitute at all, but had a complicated background. Otherwise, why would he call Gong Cheng, the nobleman, "old friend" when he was still in poverty
Shen Tang said this in front of Mr. Gu on purpose. It was a provocation and he also wanted to anger and disgust Mr. Gu.
Mr. Gu's reaction was beyond Shen Tang's expectations.
"Weng Zhi's words don't work."
Shen Tang: “…”
Mr. Gu said seriously: "If you like it, you can change to another one later. But Shen Lang is still young and shouldn't indulge in this."
Shen Tang: “…”
Just as Shen Tang was about to say no, the wooden door of the private room was already opened.
Sitting outside the door was a group of musicians, all of them were around 30 years old, which was not young for a music school, but they had superb skills, and every performance was amazing. The scholars and writers in Xiaocheng who were interested in culture liked to come and listen to a piece of music.
In addition to the musicians, there is also a dancer today.
Today she will perform the flower drum dance.
This dancer has a good appearance, but she is not outstanding in Yaoling Pavilion. The most special thing about her is that she has only one ear.
Shen Tang looked at the dancer.
The dancer looked at Mr. Gu.
Mr. Gu looked at Shen Tang.
Until Wu Ling let out a strange cry, the gentle and charming appearance she had deliberately put on disappeared without a trace, and she rushed towards Shen Tang like a madman. Shen Tang sneered and kicked her shoulder without any hesitation, kicking her to the ground and sliding half a foot away.
Mr. Gu pretended to be surprised: "This dancer is new..."
Shen Tang interrupted him coldly.
"Not only is she a new face, she is also a member of the Gong family's exiled family! Mr. Gu, you can sit at the top and enjoy the dance of the Gong family's exiled women. If your body allows, you may even have a chance to have sex with them. May I ask - does Gong Yunchi have any objection?"
At some point, she had a dragon-patterned sword in her hand.
The sharp sword blade reflected Shen Tang's expression at the moment.
Cold, murderous, and bloodthirsty.
Maybe even she herself doesn't know that she has this side.
Mr. Gu said: "Of course Gong Yunchi will not have any objection."
Shen Tang: “…”
She sneered in a sarcastic tone. Every answer from Mr. Gu was unexpected. It was like punching cotton, which was really frustrating.
Shen Tang sneered: "Does he have no objection or is he unaware?"
"I don't know. Even if I knew, I wouldn't care. Because—" Mr. Gu dragged out his words. Even though Shen Tang's sword was eager to kiss his throat, he was still unhurried and calmly threw out the next sentence, "She is the dowry of the eldest lady of the Shen family."
Shen Tang: “…”
Oh shit!
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