Chapter 1975： The belt is getting wider

Leng Rushuang looked up and saw them, and couldn't help but smile: "Ji Yue Qingfeng Xiao Jin is also here. It is really a rare visitor, a rare visitor."

Jin Lan's reputation in Kyoto back then was unmatched.

Because of his name, his origin, and even more because of his appearance.

Although Jin Lan knew that there was such a special inn a long time ago, he never did.

He smiled as a response, and then saluted King Qin.

Wei Jintai was also busy saluting.

Zhao Shu smiled and said, "What are you restraining outside? What are you doing?"

Wei Jintai smiled and said, "Back to the prince, my brother-in-law and I will come for a drink."

"Then come and sit down." Zhao Shu pointed to the empty seat beside him.

"The humble job dare not disturb the silence of the prince."

"Tell you to sit down and sit down. What is it." Zhao Shu's white face was slightly pink, obviously a little drunk.

"That humble job is worse than being respectful."

Wei Jintai sat down with Jin Lan and smiled at Leng Rushuang, "Rushuang, some wine and food."

Leng Rushuang has brought it over.

She doesn't have the delicacies of mountains and seas here, only home-made dishes, which are all the taste of home, but people like them.

"Rushuang, have you used it for dinner? Sit down and eat some?" Wei Jintai asked caringly. Since entering, his eyes almost stick to Leng Rushuang.

Leng Rushuang waved his hand: "You men eat wine, I don't join in the fun. I will check the account and call me if I have something to do."

She glanced at Zhao Shu, then turned back to the counter.

Jin Lan patted Wei Jintai's arm and said, "Artai. What are you staring at?"

Wei Jintai returned to his senses and couldn't help blushing.

Jin Lan smiled and said, "A fair lady, a gentleman is so awkward. I heard about your proposal. I have to be fair. You don't match this cold girl very well."

"Brother-in-law, you are not loyal enough." Wei Jintai murmured, "Fortunately, I still want to help you persuade my sister. You are not on my side either."

Hearing this, Zhao Shu raised his head, took the wine glass and pointed at Wei Jintai, and said with a smile: "You, have you married Rushuang?"

Wei Jintai twisted for a long time, glanced at Leng Rushuang, and asked in a low voice, "The prince and Rushuang are old acquaintances. Do you think this is possible?"

"It's hard to say." Zhao Shu held his cheeks and smiled lazily.

Wei Jintai sighed.

In his heart, Leng Rushuang was always far away. He was never lukewarm, neither close nor stern.

No matter how you look at it, it means nothing.

Jin Lan poured him a glass of wine and said, "Drink."

Wei Jintai was upset, took a drink and drank it.

Needless to say, Jin Lan was full of melancholy, one cup after another, which had the meaning of pouring her sorrow through wine.

“It’s even more sorrowful to pour sorrow with wine.” Zhao Shu looked at them and said, “He has troubles in his heart. Drinking alcohol hurts the body, not to mention drinking like yours. It’s easy to get drunk.”

Jin Lan picked up a chopstick, knocked on the cup and said, "I'm drunk, clap my hands and sing wildly, raise my glass to invite the moon, and become three guests in front of the shadows. I don't know where tonight is tonight?"

"Wen Chi Chi, boring." Wei Jintai muttered.

Jin Lan smiled and said, "I heard that the prince has both martial arts and martial arts. The prince's martial arts are universally recognized, but no one knows your writing. The moonlight is very good tonight, and the prince has a poem?"

Zhao Shu shook his head: "I am not good at writing poetry."

"Then read a poem that I like recently."

Zhao Shu closed his eyes and said with a smile: "The only thing that has been impressed these days is this one. It's tasteless to drink and sing, and strong music is still tasteless. The clothes are getting wider and he won't regret it, which makes people haggard for Iraq."

Several people heard this last sentence and couldn't help but feel silly.

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good night.