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"Brother Di, I don't know what your word is? Where are you from? How did you recruit this group of people?"

"My word is Huaiying, and the Taoist can call me Huaiying. I am from Jinyang. This time I accompanied my father to Chang'an to visit an old friend. As for how to provoke this group of people, I don’t clear."

Di Renjie also spoke in puzzlement. Bai Qianmo didn't care about how Di Renjie provokes this group of people. Instead, he confirmed the identity of the young Di Renjie.

This is the one from the Tang Dynasty, possessing political talent, and also served as the prime minister of Dali Temple, and also served as prime minister when Wu Zetian proclaimed himself emperor.

He was also urging Wu Zetian to re-establish Luling King Li Xian as the prince, which allowed the Tang Dynasty to continue.

Looking at the future tycoon-level figure in front of him, Bai Qianmo couldn't help but raised his brows, but didn't do anything, just after asking some trivial matters.

By the way, he invited this future boss to have a meal, and he returned this to his father's friend, and left alone, Bai Qianmo walked on the street.

Holding an apple in his hand, while gnawing at the apple while looking at the pedestrians around him, Bai Qianmo was surprised to find among these pedestrians.

There are dozens of foreigners with blond hair and blue eyes and Africans with dark skin. The clothes on these people are exactly the same as those of the pedestrians around them.

He also used awkward Chinese to bargain with vendors there. Seeing this scene, Bai Qianmo stretched out his hand and scratched his head in a daze.

He still understands those blond and blue-eyed foreigners that there are Africans here for Mao. As far as he knows, although the Tang Dynasty opened up foreign trade, it didn't seem to have opened up to Africa!

These guys came out of there. Is the history I read wrong?

Just when Bai Qianmo was suspicious of himself, a hand suddenly stretched out from the side, and directly pulled Bai Qianmo who was stunned there.

Because Bai Qianmo didn't pay attention, his body staggered after pulling, before Bai Qianmo turned his head to see if it was the tortoise son.

I heard a violent sound of horseshoes, and the man's anger: "Quickly let in! Quickly let in!..."

Immediately from the side, he rushed to the place where he stood just now, because the dust raised by the horse's speed was too fast, and Bai Qianmo's face was thrown, and he spat with dust.

Looking at the disappearing horses that were already running, Bai Qianmo blinked his eyes. There was a sentence in his heart that mother Pi didn't know it should be said, but thanks to it.

If the person who had pulled him in just now, if he didn't have it just now, he would pull himself for a while, I'm afraid that he would be knocked out a long time ago, and even suffered a life.

Push your legs directly, and be a man again in reincarnation, maybe in the next life, it may not be a man.

Thinking of these few Bai Qianmo, a young man with magnetism heard in his ear: "This friend! Are you okay? I think you are standing in the middle of the road in a hurry. If you offend, please Forgive me."

Hearing the voice of Bai Qianmo, I turned my head and saw a young man with a handsome face and a fortitude, wearing a silver-white brocade robe, showing the tall and straight figure of the young man.

A pair of white palms, one placed on Bai Qianmo's shoulder, the other holding a fan, closed together, looking at the youth in front of him.

Bai Qianmo really couldn't help shrinking his eyes, because in the face of this young man, he saw a face similar to that of the empress, but even though it was the face of the emperor.

But it was a bit bumpy, and there was still a catastrophe. The weak past will surely rise up to 90,000 li and create a prosperous age. If the weak does not pass, it will definitely die.

"My friend, why are you staring at me? Is there anything dirty on my face?"

The young man looked at Bai Qianmo, who had been staring at him, and couldn't help but asked in doubt. Hearing Bai Qianmo's reaction, he reached out and touched his head in embarrassment.

Some people didn’t know how to answer, and after holding back for a long time, they just popped out one sentence: "My friend, thank you for your shot. I have nothing to say. How about I invite you to have a drink to show my gratitude?"

"This, it doesn't have to..."

Before the young man finished speaking, Bai Qianmo hugged him familiarly. The young man's shoulder pulled and persuaded, and he walked towards the Baiyu Lou. The young man only resisted slightly.

Anyway, he came out this time just to play, drink and relax by the way, so he just resisted, and followed Bai Qianmo to the most famous Baiyu Tower in Chang'an.

The two arrived at Baiyulou without walking for a while. They chose a third-floor window seat and sat down. Soon Xiaoer brought the two of them with their ordered wine and food.

Bai Qianmo poured a glass of wine for himself and the young man, and then sat down, holding up the wine glass in front of him, taking a sip in his mouth, aftertaste.

The peculiar taste of the drink, then smiled and said: "This friend, I don't ask what your name is, and you don't need to tell me. We are just talking about drinking, but what is the identity of the other person?"

"Okay! That's what I meant."

The young man raised his eyebrows. He was ready just now to make up a name casually. He didn't expect that Bai Qianmo would say this, and he didn't have to worry about making up any name and identity.

The two of them drank wine there, and when they drank, they became directly commensurate with brothers, because Bai Qianmo was one year younger than this young man, and was reluctantly called the young man.

The young man looked at Bai Qianmo who was constipated and couldn't help laughing. Bai Qianmo also rolled his eyes speechlessly. The two of them were drinking and drinking.

On the first floor, on the built platform, a storyteller in a gray robe walked up from the reserved steps and stood on the platform.

To the guests who were eating and drinking on the first floor, and the guests upstairs who were attracted by the sound, they clasped their fists and smiled and said: "Everyone! Everyone! I won't tell you today, let's talk about drinking..."

Before the storyteller finished speaking, a brawny man on the second floor smiled and said loudly: "Drinking is drinking. Is it possible to drink a flower?"

The fall of the voice caused the audience to burst into laughter. Before the reader could speak first, a somewhat drunken voice on the third floor came down:

"That's not right for you. Drinking is just the mood!"

Speaking of this, Bai Qianmo couldn't help but aggravate his tone, and continued: "So drinking is actually in the mood! In a good mood, doing things very smoothly, drinking a little wine to celebrate your achievements is called a celebration wine; when you are upset, you can use alcohol to relieve your sorrow. It's called sorrow wine; friends visit, confidant relatives, it is wine for confidant; friends see off, sad, it is farewell wine; fight on the battlefield, soldiers drank it for blood wine, wine for killing enemies, wine for grand tour!"

Hearing the words, everyone couldn't help but glanced towards the third floor, only to see two young people, one standing there with a bit of majesty, but their eyes fell on the other young man.

I saw the young man wearing a shabby Taoist robe, half lying on the fence, holding a hip flask in one hand, drinking the wine in his hand slightly, and continuing:

"The taste in the wine is second. The mood before drinking is the real taste in the wine..."

He took another sip of wine and wiped the wine stains on his lips. Bai Qianmo continued to pretend to say: "There is a human character in the wine, the upper and lower third class people! I said all the above are real drinking, all of them do what they want. OK, because of different moods, taste the tastes of life with the help of fine wine! This is the top class in wine! The top class drink, ten thousand people can drink ten and one flavors, because the mood is different!"

"There is no poor, low, rich and noble in wine, no distinction between beggars and senior officials in wine, who knows how to drink, knows how to drink with one's heart, is a master in wine. If you can't drink according to your mood, you need to test the knowledge of wine appreciation and wine tasting before even drinking. , And finally the taste of good wine..."

"Heh, heh, this is a literati's game at all, and the way of real wine is to put the cart before the horse, sliding the world! So when it comes to drinking for wine tasting, wine tasting, and even making wine orders, it’s the best way to borrow wine. Learning is second-rate, but drinking in this way, although not as good as real drinking, is more elegant. Although it does not ruin the name of wine, it has to be reluctantly listed as a wine countryman! But it brought a "pseudo" word, so it's not a true gentleman in wine!"

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Does it become more familiar as you look at it?That's right, I copied it, I copied the article by Feng Ling Tian Xia, because I agree with Feng Ling Tian Xia's story.

I remember that when I read Feng Ling Tian Xia's big book, I was in the first year of junior high school, especially when I read this plot, it really felt very passionate, and I admired Feng Ling Tian Xia greatly.

I've copied so much, Feng Ling Tian Xia's article, I am sorry to Feng Ling Tian Xia here!