Li Wanjin's idea of going to Changsheng Tavern to find Gu Changsheng naturally failed because the Changsheng Tavern was closed. Li Wanjin could only dejectedly get turned away and thought about coming back when he had time in the future.
When Gu Changsheng and Yao Xian returned to Changsheng Tavern, it was already near dusk.
"This…"
Yao Xian looked at the almost empty wine racks and cabinets in the hall and was dumbfounded for a moment.
"Did we get robbed?" Yao Xian asked.
"What kind of thief steals wine?" Gu Changsheng said with a wry smile. He didn't need to guess to know that it was Ouyang Ji who had moved almost all the wine he had placed in the hall.
However, Ouyang Ji didn't touch the peach blossom wine at all. Obviously, he knew that the peach blossom wine had special significance to Gu Changsheng since Gu Changsheng had defined it as a non-sale item. Ouyang Ji, known as the contemporary literary saint, would naturally not touch the peach blossom wine. He also knew that even if he moved all the other wine away, Gu Changsheng would not pursue him, just like Gu Changsheng swept away all the silver coins on him when he was drunk, he would not care too much.
Yao Xian also thought of Ouyang Ji and had a new understanding of this literary saint Ouyang Ji.
"This old scholar, he always passes out after three cups. He really has a big addiction despite his low tolerance. Can you finish drinking so much wine that you moved?" Gu Changsheng complained.
"Hehe…"
Yao Xian couldn't help but cover her mouth and laugh when she heard Gu Changsheng say that Ouyang Ji had a big addiction despite his low tolerance. She remembered that Ouyang Ji had come to Gu Changsheng in the morning with great interest with the imperial wine, but he got drunk after drinking three cups. Although the imperial wine was a particularly strong wine, passing out after three cups, it was not an exaggeration to say that he had a big addiction despite his low tolerance.
"Will he use the wine to take a bath?" Yao Xian suddenly said.
"Uh…"
"Shouldn't be?" Gu Changsheng was also a little uncertain.
"Hey, he left a note." Yao Xian's eyes fell on the counter. She walked over and picked up the note. When she opened it, what came into view was a line of vigorous calligraphy. Before she even saw the content, Yao Xian felt a heroic and unrestrained aura, which made her heart slightly surprised.
This kind of aura was the same as what she saw in Ouyang Ji. The words written by Ouyang Ji seemed not to be ordinary words, but more like a kind of formation pattern, lifelike.
"What did he write?" Gu Changsheng asked softly.
Yao Xian came back to her senses and looked at the words on it and said, "Old Gu, tomorrow is Qingming Festival, I'll borrow your wine for a use."
Yao Xian knew that Qingming was a festival for mortals to worship their ancestors. After Gu Changsheng heard it, he said, "So that's how it is."
"It seems that he really didn't take it to take a bath." Yao Xian said.
"Why do I feel like your tone is a little regretful?" Gu Changsheng looked at her dumbfounded.
Yao Xian said, "I don't think he is a person burdened by worldly things. It seems possible for him to do this kind of thing."
"If that's the case, I'll skin him alive." Gu Changsheng snorted.
Yao Xian couldn't help but chuckle again when she saw this. She felt that the current Gu Changsheng was very approachable, which she liked very much, but Yao Xian also felt that Gu Changsheng was too approachable, otherwise, how could Li Wanyun and Chun Cui, these two girls, have taken a liking to him?
Thinking of this, Yao Xian felt a little sour in her heart.
Gu Changsheng didn't know what Yao Xian was thinking. He would never use mind reading on Yao Xian.
"Where are you going next?" Gu Changsheng asked.
"Are you trying to drive me away?" Yao Xian was stunned, and then asked quietly.
"…"
Yao Xian didn't give Gu Changsheng a chance to speak, she said, "I want to stay here for a while. This place can nurture a great literary saint like Ouyang Ji, it must be a place with outstanding people and abundant resources. Anyway, I'm traveling no matter where I am, so I might as well just stay here!"
Yao Xian smiled sweetly at Gu Changsheng, and then took the things Gu Changsheng bought for her today from Gu Changsheng's hand, including food, clothing, and ornamental items, and then went back to her room along the stairs.
Gu Changsheng looked at Yao Xian in a daze, and then a slight smile hung on the corner of his mouth.
Whether it's Yao Ji or Yao Xian, their personalities haven't changed.
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The next morning, Ouyang Ji had people carry the wine he had taken from Gu Changsheng… no, borrowed, and headed towards the south of the city.
Along the way, many people in Tianrao City greeted Ouyang Ji enthusiastically, and Ouyang Ji also responded with a smile, without the airs of a high-ranking official.
"Lord City Lord!"
At this time, Qian Renfu and his son Qian Jiahao brought the Qian family to Ouyang Ji.
Ouyang Ji nodded slightly, and then looked at Qian Jiahao. Qian Jiahao's face was bruised, obviously he had been taught a lesson by Qian Renfu after returning yesterday.
Ouyang Ji said, "What era is it? You still believe that filial piety comes from under the stick. It's okay to hit, but you can't overdo it. Do you want your son to lose face in front of others with such obvious marks?"
"Cough cough, Lord City Lord, you have wronged me?" Qian Renfu said with a wry smile.
"Wronged you? Could it be that the marks on your son's face were made by himself?" Ouyang Ji frowned.
After Ouyang Ji finished speaking, Qian Renfu's face became embarrassed. Ouyang Ji saw this and asked, "Wouldn't it be?"
At this time, Qian Jiahao said, "Lord City Lord, you have indeed wronged my father. After the meeting yesterday, I deeply felt that what I have done over the years was too bad, so I asked my father to teach me a lesson, so that I can remember it. But I know that doing this can't make up for the mistakes I have made over the years, so I will do good deeds and help people in need in the future."
Ouyang Ji heard this and took a deep look at Qian Jiahao. With his vision, he could naturally see that Qian Jiahao sincerely regretted it. He nodded with satisfaction and said, "That's good, it's not in vain that I pleaded with Old Gu."
Qian Renfu and Qian Jiahao naturally thanked him, but Ouyang Ji waved his hand and said, "Okay, I still have important things to do, you go ahead."
After speaking, Ouyang Ji rode on a military horse that his subordinates had moved over, and led his team towards the green mountain in the south of the city.
Qian Renfu and Qian Jiahao both knew what Ouyang Ji was going to do, because Ouyang Ji would do something like this every year during Qingming.
The green mountain in the south of the city was originally nameless, but the generals and soldiers who fought against the pirates with Ouyang Ji were buried on the mountain. Because most of the battles against the pirates took place on the sea, most of the dead generals and soldiers fell into the sea and became nutrients for marine life, and their bones were gone.
So most of the mountains are clothes tombs.
Therefore, this mountain is also gradually called Yiguan Mountain.
Every year during Qingming, many people in Tianrao City will spontaneously hang countless white silks on Yiguan Mountain, and they have never forgotten the contributions of these people.
Ouyang Ji and his men added a bit of white to Yiguan Mountain.
On the attic of Changsheng Tavern, Gu Changsheng and Yao Xian looked at Yiguan Mountain.
Gu Changsheng sighed: "The green mountain is originally not old, why is it white-headed?"
Yao Xian looked at the originally green mountain, which was now dyed white, and felt a touch in her heart.
Why is it white-headed?
Naturally, it was the generals and soldiers who sacrificed for Tianrao City and Naxiang Country.
"Bang!"
A sound of a bottleneck breaking came from Yao Xian's body, and her cultivation broke through, naturally crossing from the peak of the Saint to the realm of the Saint King.
Gu Changsheng smiled.
…
Yao Xian said she would stay for a while, but this period of time passed in the blink of an eye for three years.
And on this day, Ouyang Ji returned from the capital again, but this time he did not bring wine, but a golden book!
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