Invincible little uncle

Chapter 215 28. Spring and Autumn Halftime Dream in Wine ([-]rd update)
Shenwu Palace.

Su Daji was lying on the stone table bored, her curiosity had passed, if she hadn't known that it would take ten months to conceive, she would have given birth to the child a long time ago.

In order for her child to grow up healthily, she has eaten a lot of good food these days.

She took out the treasures contained in the absolutely still space of the abdomen, and quietly ate a few of them.

She is really a competent mother.

The princess is very happy.

but
The peaceful world is really boring.

The big brother lost his memory, and he really considered everything from a human point of view, and he didn't have the fun of chaos at all.

Since this lower realm has been blocked by the Heavenly Dao of this side, it means that no matter how noisy it is, there is no need to directly confront the Heavenly Dao here.

Su Daji, who was too bored, decided to do something to change this tranquility.

Thinking of the Quan Rong mission that came to Chang'an to marry recently, a smile appeared on her charming face.

"Anyway, Xia Guang only cares about a few people, so it shouldn't matter if the other places are completely messed up?"

After thinking about it, she took out another set of string doll-like items from her belly, picked out one of them, and threw the others back into her belly.

The faces of the dolls are indistinct, without limbs, like a gourd.

"What should I do first?"

The concubine thought about it carefully, and suddenly remembered those novels about human beings that she read in the palace a few days ago, and an image appeared in her mind.

Soon the face of the doll in her palm began to become clear, and its limbs also grew out, turning into a man with a rather unrestrained and dissolute air, with a shaggy beard, a wine gourd hanging from his waist, and a sword floating out of his back.

With a little finger, the doll seemed to be enlightened, its eyes rolled, with an unspeakable look of vicissitudes.

Su Daji clapped her hands, and the doll dispersed, turned into a cloud of black smoke, and flew towards the door.

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Early winter.

A faint mist drifted through the moonlight, mixed with the scent of the street in the first half of the night, the smell of wine and meat.

"Hu finally came out quietly."

The tall slender woman with the blue hood lifted the brim, and it was Princess Quan Rong, who straightened her braid like ears of wheat and walked along the downtown area of ​​Chang'an.

"Wow, these meat skewers look really delicious, boss, come ten skewers."

"This grilled fish is also good, I want to add more pepper."

Angela walked with long legs, and felt that this trip was worthwhile. It would be great if this group of people were the slaves of Quan Rong, and they would cook delicious food for her every day.

He drank another bowl of fish soup, ordered altar wine, cut half a catty of beef, and sat on the second floor of the tavern.

looking at the street.

I don't know who to marry in this marriage?

But regardless of these, in the routine competition, you must win, and you will have face if you win.

People from the Central Plains are so weak, when the time comes, let the black bear play first, win the first place, Pang Bei will be the finale, and then play by himself in the second game, and then say "My husband must be a royal family, and he must be able to beat me".

Come to this big week, only the Shenwu King can play, right?
I heard that he has three heads and six arms, his face is like Shura, and his muscles are exploding, which is really good.

Can the Central Plains raise such a person?

Imagining the scene of being pressed on the bed by six hands, Angela's long legs were tightly folded together and rubbed against each other. Anyway, she lost this game, and Pang Bei won the finale.

"Girl, ask for a pot of wine."

The vicissitudes of life broke Angela's contemplation.

Princess Quan Rong was shocked, but she never noticed that someone was approaching her.

Looking sideways, there is a vicissitudes and decadent man in front of him. He has a deep expression, a sword on his back, a flagon still shaking in his hand, his body is tilted and swayed, and the gourd moves accordingly.

When it got closer, it bumped against the edge of the wine table, making a rattling sound.

"It's okay to ask for wine, just catch me with a knife."

Angela sneered in her heart, it turned out to be a drunk.

"Girl, let's use the knife."

The decadent man looked fuzzy.

Angela wanted to teach her a lesson, but she didn't want to kill people after all, so she didn't use the knife, but just used her strength to cut out the long curved saber with its sheath. The hidden power hidden in it was enough to knock a drunkard into the air.

Snapped.

The drunkard didn't even look at it, he just slapped the saber away with his palm.

Angela felt terribly horrified, her palms were still numb, this man is a master, stronger than all the so-called quack masters who came to challenge him.

"Who exactly are you?"

"A drunkard who wants to drink." The man sat down across from her, then suddenly lay down on the table and fell asleep, "Wine, wine"

"Xiaoer, have another jar of wine." Angela naturally wouldn't break her promise. Although she didn't use all her strength for the knife just now, the drunkard was even more relaxed.

Since he has the ability, it is worth giving him a jar of wine himself.

Here comes the wine.

The drunk suddenly woke up, patted Kaifengni, didn't eat meat, and drank with his head up. He drank all the wine in a short while, and hiccupped, "This wine is not good."

Seeing his boldness, Angela thought to herself, she didn't expect that there were such people in the Central Plains, so she patted the table and shouted: "Little Er, serve the best wine here, come six jars, I have plenty of money."

As he spoke, he took out a few golden beans and slammed them on the table.

Although Quanrong was bitterly cold, King Quanrong also gave some funds when he came out this time, so Angela was very confident in what she said.

However, whether he can be so forthcoming when he comes out next time is another matter.

When Angela spent, she didn't have the concept of the next time at all. She generally had a mentality of "spend as much as you have today, and grab it when it's gone tomorrow".

When Xiaoer saw the money, he weighed it and went to the cellar to fetch wine with a happy face.

"It tastes better this time."

The drunkard drank very well, and once again drank directly from a jar.

Angela frowned, this Central Plains person is interesting, she can't weaken Quan Rong's prestige, so she also slapped open the altar, raised her head and drank, the wine entered her throat, burning like fire, cutting the internal organs with knives, Only happy two words.

"Girl, not bad."

The drunkard didn't seem to know the identity of the girl in front of him, so he laughed, "Can I still drink?"

"Yes, of course."

Angela, who directly killed a jar of wine, felt her body float up, "You only get good wine if you pay for it, you hiccups, you Central Plains people are really snobbish, in my hometown, you just get the best wine."

The drunk on the opposite side didn't seem to listen to what she said, and slapped open the altar again.

"Hey, what's your name?"

"The spring and autumn in the wine are half a dream."

"May I ask what your name is?" Princess Quan Rong was speechless.

"That's my name." The drunk laughed.

now.

Shenwu Palace.

"Daji, what are you doing?"

Xia Guang looked strangely at his wife playing with a doll in her hand.

"I used to be bored at the Su's house, and I learned puppet show." Su Daji didn't change her face, "You practice every day, busy, I'm not interested, so I took it out to play again."

She is really boring, and she is really playing, she is not lying at all.

If it weren't for the teacher here, she would have destroyed this world if she was bored, and then flew to other places to play.

With every movement of the fingers, the puppet danced along with it.

In the eyes of outsiders, the puppet was just a simple and rough little person, but in Su Daji's eyes, it was a decadent man with a sword on his back and a gourd of wine.

(End of this chapter)