As a lord, I was forced to farm

Chapter 737: Top-quality Wine
Feng Qing turned his eyes and asked, "I haven't seen Brother A Yu for a long time. Why didn't I see him at the birthday party today?"

The Qi family only said that their patriarch had gone out to gain experience, and did not disclose the fact that Qi Yu took important family forces to Ningluo to compete for the secret realm. In the Feng family, only Feng Chi and a few people in power knew about it, so Feng Qing, who was unaware of the situation, asked this question.

Qi Zhuangmei glanced at Feng Qing and said, "He is out there training and can't make it back."

Aunt Qi was always serious to the point of being cold and aloof. Feng Qing, like many younger people, was somewhat in awe of her, so the two of them fell into silence after only a few words.

During the brief conversation between the two, many eyes were cast secretly at them.

It's not just because these two people are strangers, but also because of their temperament and appearance. One is graceful and elegant, and the other is refined and unworldly. Their looks are so top-notch that ordinary people cannot approach them.

"These are His Royal Highness's friends, right? They are all outstanding people."

Amid the whispers of the crowd, Qi Zhuangmei glanced around and saw the silver-haired, blue-eyed woman standing on the deck looking at the sea. His pupils moved slightly.

Qi Zhuangmei had never thought that there would be a powerful transformed demon beast in Dasu, and its cultivation level made her vaguely afraid.

It seems that her nephew, the object of his affection, has a big secret.

There is no need for much words between strong people. Yun Rong naturally felt Qi Zhuangmei's gaze lingering on her briefly, and his eyes also slid over him.

Feng Qing looked at the scene of the huge ship breaking through the waves and the spirit fish crossing the sea, and couldn't help but praise softly, "What a unique birthday banquet."

The Henghai No. 2, which was as magnificent as a palace, even Feng Qing, who came from a family of weapon refiners, could not help but admire it. Mingxiao was located inland, and she had ridden in a pleasure boat with colorful lights and swaying shadows on the rivers, but this was her first time to play on the sea.

Many distinguished guests came today, and Jiang Ran naturally received them personally. She arranged Qi Zhuangmei and his attendants, Yunrong, Yunmao and other members of the Qianyun Beast Clan, Feng Qing and his attendants, as well as guests from afar such as Mr. Wang, in the most luxurious and elegant banquet room on the third floor of the ship.

Important officials of the dasu were also in this room, with more than a hundred people sitting in an orderly manner.

Jiang Ran said, "Thank you all for attending my birthday party."

Feng Qing secretly looked at Jiang Bole, who had caused quite a stir in Mingxiao City. She had never seen such a person before. His impeccable appearance was not inferior to Aunt Qi, who was known as the most beautiful woman. His temperament was even more outstanding.

Even when she was smiling to welcome the guests, she was not tainted by worldly things. She was dressed in a gorgeous dress with a red ink background, and her temperament was indifferent and distant, as if there was a sense of pride in the bones of a red plum. Her smile also carried a hint of inaccessibility, but people did not feel any disgusting arrogance, they just felt that she should be like this.

Feng Qing frowned, smiled, lowered his head and took a sip of wine.

The view on the third floor is excellent. Looking out the window, you can see the rolling waves and the current. On the banquet table, there are exquisite porcelain plates, various delicate cakes and delicious seafood, all of which are fresh things that cannot be eaten anywhere else.

The guests were toasting each other. In this world, strength is the measure of hierarchy. Although they were just guests, Aunt Qi and Yun Rong were arranged to sit on Jiang Ran's left and right.

Jiang Nancheng and Jiang Xiaowen, both masters, were behind the two. Jiang Nancheng was proud of his status as a disciple of Mingxiao Academy, and was willing to take a step back from Qi Zhuangmei, a senior figure of the academy. Jiang Xiaowen, as Jiang Nancheng's sister, naturally followed behind her brother. Opposite them sat the Blue Spirit Fairy Zhou Yixiao. Her bare hands outlined the strings of the zither, and waves of zither music floated in the elegant hall, interweaving with the sea breeze, waves, and seabirds, a palace-level performance.

In the quiet room, the host and the guest are talking.

"Baby Ran, the amount of bamboo wine and spirit fish shipped to us has decreased recently. When I came here this time, the cubs in the tribe all asked me to tell you to get more wine for us."

After helping the Lieyun Divine Tree to successfully give birth to the demon spirit insect, the Qianyun Beast Clan and Jiang Ran became closer. They especially loved strong liquor and spirit fish, and would send a few jars of liquor and some spirit fish to the Divine Tree Realm almost every few days. Sometimes Dasu would also help purchase rare things for humans.

The Qianyun beasts obtained wine and spirit fish, while Dasu obtained many monster furs, spirit crystals and precious spirit herbs from the Qianyun beasts. With the exchanges of interests and the medium of the Lieyun Divine Tree Demon Spirit Insect, the two tribes became increasingly close.

"Some time ago, we sank a ship that was sailing far away, so we caught a lot less spiritual fish." Jiang Ran sighed, "As for the spiritual wine, the bamboo wine monkey wine needs time to settle before it becomes more delicious."

"The dishes at Yulongxuan are excellent, and the Nanke Tavern is also a place where people linger. Ever since Qushuilou opened, the children of my Feng family have been running there every few days." Feng Qing glanced at the several pure white monsters beside Yunrong. They looked like cats, but with her knowledge, she didn't know what kind of monsters they were for a moment.

Feng Qing lamented, "It's a pity that a cup of top-quality bamboo wine is so expensive to buy. It's really a pity."

These words touched the drunkard's heart. Master Wang and Wen Niang nodded repeatedly. The latter covered her face and chuckled, "Prince Dasu, this is our first time here. If you have any good wine, why not bring it out for everyone to taste together."

"Speaking of which, there is indeed a pot of rare fine wine. It may not be the best, but it is worth taking out and sharing with everyone."

The ink ring on the index finger of his right hand flickered, and Qi Zhuangmei and Feng Qing's gazes paused involuntarily.

A Lingfei jade pot appeared in his hand. Jiang Ran glanced at the number of people at the top table. Eighteen wine glasses appeared in the air. The jade pot was tilted, and the red wine was poured into the cups one by one. "This is the bamboo wine Yunwu, please."

Bamboo wine Yunwu is made from the only Yunze mulberry fruit produced by the Yunze mother mulberry tree, combined with dozens of top-quality fairy herbs, and carefully brewed by the Susa monkeys with the most superb winemaking skills.

One of the talents of the millet wine-drinking monkeys is that they can ignore time and make the wine become mellow and fragrant very quickly - of course, judging from the reluctant and indignant mood of the monkey leader when Jiang Ran took the wine the day before yesterday, this pot of wine will obviously be even better if it is left to settle for a little longer.

Jiang Ran persuaded him for a long time before he used countless spiritual fruits and two Yunze mulberry fruits to take out the pot of wine.

"Thank you very much." Wen Niang and Mr. Wang's eyes lit up. They were both old drunkards, and they knew it was something special as soon as the aroma of the wine spread.

A small pot is divided into 18 cups, which is not much. Everyone sipped it gently. This wine is thicker than ordinary wine. The tip of the tongue is smooth and refreshing at first, and then it rolls into the throat, and the fragrance of leaves and wood spreads. It is cold first and then hot, and the spiciness burns in the abdomen.

"Bang!" A man with low cultivation fell headfirst on the table. Jiang Ran saw that it was Wu Yun. She looked at the wine in his glass and saw that not a drop had been touched. It turned out that he was drunk just by smelling the alcohol in the air.

Wu Yun is just a mortal without any cultivation, no wonder he is like this. Jiang Ran couldn't help but smile, "Excuse me, you are not good enough in cultivation. Come, help Master Wu to the bedroom."