The president of the rebirth of the movie queen lives next door

Chapter 1616
The old Jianghu's voice stopped.

Xia Fuyi turned his head back, took a sip of tea with some insatiable appetite, then looked at Li Chi and said,

"Is what they said true? Is the Chiwei Emperor really that powerful?"

Lian Tang raised his eyebrows in his line of sight, and when he was about to speak with pride, Li Chi said lightly,

"It's just some exaggerated rumors in the world. It can't be true, so just listen to it."

Xia Fuyi let out an oh, a bit of disappointment was faintly visible between his brows and eyes.

She picked up her chopsticks and started eating, and the inn gradually returned to its original noise.

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When they had dinner, the sky gradually sank.

Many vendors went home one after another, and there were only a few guests left in the inn.

Xia Fuyi followed Xiaoer up the stairs, entered his room quite a bit of novelty and walked around, after looking around the room, he found it meaningless.

She turned around and was about to go downstairs again, Li Chi's master and servant's room was opposite her, when she went out she happened to see Lian Tang coming from downstairs, carefully holding a bowl of black soup in her hand.

She glanced at it and asked,
"what is this?"

"A medicine for dispelling wind and cold."

Lian Tang answered casually, but his gaze was somewhat wary.

When he walked past Xia Fuyi carrying the soup, the girl suddenly stopped in her tracks.

It wasn't until Lian Tang entered the room with the soup and medicine, and reached out to close the door tightly, that she moved her nose very slowly, smelling a little residual smell of medicine in the air.

It's very familiar. She should have smelled it somewhere. Although she couldn't remember it, she was sure intuitively that it was definitely not a decoction for dispelling wind and cold.

Xia Fuyi turned around and glanced at the closed door, then shook her head and walked downstairs.

At this time, there was only a napping shopkeeper and the waiter who was cleaning the table left in the lobby.

It was completely dark outside the door, and the lantern illuminated the ground one foot and three inches away. Outside the dim light, there was the sound of watchmen beating the gong mixed with the smell of wind and sand from afar.

Xia Fuyi sat on the stool, stared blankly for a while, and suddenly asked the shopkeeper,

"Do you have any wine here?"

"How can there be no wine in the inn?"

It was Xiao Er who answered the conversation, he said with a smile,
"Guest officer is waiting, how much do you need? I'll call you right away."

How much do you need?
Xia Fuyi thought for a while, then said solemnly and indifferently,
"Ten altars are enough."

Xiao Er, who was reaching for the delicate wine jug, just stood there stiffly.

The shopkeeper who dozed off was also startled awake for a moment, and then immediately reacted, urging Xiao Er to say,

"Hurry up and get wine for the guests!"

Xiao Er hastily responded and left.

Xia Fuyi had no idea that she had become a drunkard and a fat sheep in the eyes of others at the moment, she just felt that it was a dark night with no one around and the atmosphere with quiet lights was suitable for drinking.

When she was alone on the mountain, besides practicing swords and watering the vegetable garden, the only thing left for her was brewing and drinking.

Her master is an old alcoholic who can make wine. It took her two years to pass on all his wine making skills to her, and at the same time, he also trained her to drink a thousand cups without getting drunk.

The greatest wealth of the old and young alcoholics on the mountain is the neat wine jars in the tomb.

Xiao Er came out with two wine jars, and she placed them on the table with a crisp sound,
"Guest officer, please wait, I will continue to fetch it for you."

Xia Fuyi nodded with a cold face, raised his hand to pick up a jar, opened the seal, poured it into a big bowl and took a sip.

Then she frowned.

The taste was much worse than the one she brewed herself.

Not pure enough, not strong enough.

The only saving grace is probably the spiciness.

It is really spicy, unique to the frontier, and it is as rough and spicy as mixed with yellow sand and blood.

One sip will heat up the whole body from the stomach. In this dim yellow inn in late autumn, it is quite pleasant.

Therefore, Xia Fuyi reluctantly accepted that the taste was far from good.

She poured another bowl with a sullen face, raised her head and drank it without hesitation.

(End of this chapter)