Cheng Chu never thought that his manuscript would be published in a collection of poems, nor that he would be attracted by Sihai Bookstore to publish his manuscripts. Not only that, he suddenly felt that he was not a prodigal son. It turned out that he could make money while spending money.

He pulled Yan to drink glass after cup, thanking Brother Yan one by one.

Yan Qing wanted to pat his glass on the face, but she was embarrassed. After all, he actually earned him 100,000 taels of silver.

Someone asked curiously, "Brother Cheng, have you seen the owner of Qiyun Mountain?"

Cheng Chu shook his head, "I haven't seen it."

Yan Qing was surprised, "Didn't you see it?"

He remembered that the maid said that Qiyun Mountain belonged to her lady and her lady passed by the hunting ground. If he was right, the road led to Qiyun Mountain, and she obviously went to Qiyun Mountain.

"I didn't see it." Cheng Chu shook his head, "How can I easily see the master of Qiyun Mountain? It is said that when His Royal Highness the Crown Prince went to Qiyun Mountain, he was stopped and refused to enter."

The banquet is lightly sunny, that's right.

His Highness the Crown Prince visited Qiyun Mountain to appreciate the crabapple. When he arrived at Qiyun Mountain, he was pushed back because His Highness the Crown Prince did not have the jade plaque to enter the mountain, and he could not enter. Qiyun Mountain has the rules of Qiyun Mountain.

The prince was so angry that he wanted to do something, but later he gave up and went back to the mansion.

"Why didn't you send that jade to the prince?" Yan Qing asked, shaking her wine glass.

Cheng Chu shook his head, lowered his voice, and said quietly, "The prince wanted to appreciate the crabapple of Qiyun Mountain. He was blocked by Qiyun Mountain. I was afraid that he would hate going to Qiyun Mountain. I gave him the jade tokens I bought for money. Didn't I go to slap His Royal Highness in the face? Maybe my sister fell out of favor because of my involvement."

Cheng Chu's sister is Liangdi from the East Palace.

Yan Qing looked at him seriously, "It's not stupid, why did he think this guy was a fool before? How could he give him the illusion?"

A meal of wine reached the moon and ended with Cheng Chu being completely drunk.

After leaving the Zuixian Tower, someone hooked Yan Qing's shoulder and said, "Brother Yan, go to Huahongfang for fun?"

Yan Qing took off the man's hand, "I don't like to go!"

"Where is a man who doesn't love the gentle country?" The man leaned over again, "You don't love it because you haven't tasted the ecstasy taste yet. Once you taste it, you must stay there every day."

Yan Qing looked disgusted, "What's the point of powdery taste?"

The man laughed, "You don't understand this. The smell of a woman's powder is the land of gentleness."

Yan pushed him away and hid a little, "I can't stand it."

"Then go to Qingchuzhai? All the young men are very tender. You still want to go there after you leave?"

"Are you disgusting?" Yan Qing kicked over and scolded, "My master, I love wine, wild game, listen to music, and love all fun and fun things, but not women and... men. Get out!"

This man was drunk, but now he was kicked to wake up. Seeing that Yan Qing looked bad and showed signs of being angry, he quickly got up from the ground and sued him, "Brother Yan, please forgive me, please calm down. Brother Yan, don't be humble anymore, let's get out now."

Yan snorted.

This man fled away in a hurry.

The ears finally became clear. Yan Qing rubbed her ears that had suffered for a long time. She didn't want to ride a horse or take a car. She walked slowly back in the night breeze.

The streets were empty, and there were no people walking around. It was very quiet. The entire capital city was in deep sleep except for the red and pink land.

After Yan Qing walked a long street, a carriage drove behind him. The carriage was walking fast and steadily, and the sound of the wheels crushing the ground sounded very rhythmic.

Yan Qing was walking in the middle of the road, but when he heard the sound, he avoided the roadside. The carriage walked past him and suddenly stopped after walking a short distance.

The curtain was raised, Liuli stuck her head out, looking at Yan Qing, "Mr. Yan, what a coincidence!"

Coincidentally? It was quite a coincidence that I met on the street in the middle of the night.

Yan Qing stopped and looked at Liuli leisurely. She only picked up a small piece of curtain to reveal her head, and could not see if someone else was still sitting in the car.

Liuli smiled at him, "My lady said that the land in Qiyun Mountain is idle all year round. Now thanks to Mr. Yan, we have developed the way to make money."

She reached out and took out a jar of wine and threw it to Yan Qing, "This jar of begonia is given to Mr. Yan as a thank you gift, please don't be polite."

Yan Qing saw a jar of wine flying towards him, and his hands caught the jar faster than his brain.

When Liuli saw him picking up the wine, she smiled and said, "Looking goodbye to Mr. Yan!"

The carriage continued to walk forward, and the lady she said never showed up.

Yan Qing: "..."

Why is his hand so cheap? What wine is he receiving? He has a reward of 100,000 taels of silver for three days. How can such a way to make money be dismissed by just a jar of wine?

Yan Qing was resentful. As the carriage walked away, he wondered whether he would chase after him and smash the jar of wine at the carriage. He said disdainfully, "Who cares about your broken wine!"

He struggled for a while, and when the carriage was about to leave, he lowered his head and unscrewed the plug, and a clear and mellow fragrance of fine wine came to his face.

Good wine!

What a great wine!

Such good wine is worse than to put it into his stomach than to give it to the Landlord.

So he took a sip with the wine jar, took another sip, and took another sip...

After a few sips of wine, I lost my temper completely.

It is indeed the priceless begonia produced in Qiyun Mountain.

Haitang Zui is dedicated to His Majesty. In recent years, he has become His Majesty's imperial wine. When His Majesty is in a good mood, he will give him a glass or two to the prince or courtier. He can't bear to leave a jar because His Majesty doesn't have many.

What makes people laugh the most is that the ministers in the previous dynasty fear the emperor's reward of a glass of wine and death. Nowadays, they all look forward to His Majesty's reward of a glass, which is both face and inner strength.

It is said that Haitang Zui’s brewing process is very complicated, and the brewing master is very lazy, he is not short of money, and has no ambition. Therefore, brewing wine depends on his mood. He brews dozens of jars every year, offering twenty jars to His Majesty. It is said that the rest is kept for him to drink, and twenty jars are already very proud of His Majesty.

Because the Empress Dowager also loved wine, His Majesty gave five oaths to Changning Palace. The Empress Dowager was his grandmother. He could barely share half of the jealousy of the princes and princesses, giving one or two oaths. However, his friends were too many, and everyone was a playboy. He had always been blessed and had difficulty in sharing the same thing. Therefore, every time the Empress Dowager rewarded by the Empress Dowager, the playboys came to Duanjing Hou Mansion, and they drank it all in one meal.

Now, he got a jar of begonia drunken from the New Year and the New Year. He felt that he had lost a lot of money in his heart.
Chapter completed!