Rebirth of the Black-bellied Princess Mo

Chapter 12: enjoy the wine

"Where are you going, young master?"

Xia Chu snapped his fingers and said casually, "Buy wine."

When I came to the nearest wine shop, I mentioned the four altars of Blue Bridge Fengyue. Xia Chu asked Su Qianan to lead the way to Yinzhi's residence.

It was late at night, and there was no one on the street.

Xia Chu said to Su Qian'an, "Use light energy, it's too slow to walk."

Su Qian'an looked at the two jars of wine she was holding in her left and right hands, and said with an embarrassed expression, "Subordinate, it's inconvenient to take you with me..."

Xia Chu smiled.

"You fly hard, and I'll follow."

Su Qian'an looked at Xia Chu's serious appearance, and didn't talk nonsense. He took a breath, pointed toes, and swept up and forward.

Although he never questioned Xia Chu's words, he also felt that the young master was still young. So it only took five points.

"That's how fast you tried?"

A disdainful remark came from behind, and Su Qianan's qi and blood tumbled, and he suddenly mentioned eight points of force.

He was about to look back at Xia Chu when he heard another sentence.

"But so."

Su Qianan was beaten with all her strength, and pushed her speed to the limit.

When he turned around, he found that the young master was gone. He pondered how he could compete with the young master after playing it off. Just as he was about to fall down to look for it, he was patted on the shoulder, Xia Chu looked at him provocatively side by side with him.

"Can you go any faster?"

Su Qian'an felt aggrieved, he was a dignified eight-footed man, but Qinggong couldn't compare to the thirteen-year-old young master. The blue veins on the face are violent, but the speed can no longer be raised.

When she landed in Yinzhi's yard, a fine layer of sweat had already spread on Su Qian'an's forehead.

Xia Chu stepped forward and knocked on the door, and he was surprised to see Xia Chu when he opened the door.

"Master, why are you here?"

He looked at Su Qianan, who was carrying four jars of wine, and was even more surprised.

"Qian'an, why do you have to bring four jars of wine to make you so tired?"

Su Qian'an looked embarrassed, he looked at the relaxed expression, and the corner of Xia Chu's mouth twitched as usual.

"Why don't you invite me in?" Xia Chu asked with a smile.

"Please come in, please come in." Yin Zhi hurriedly stepped aside and invited them into the room.

"I'm here just to drink with you, and bring your beloved Lanqiao Fengyue."

Yinzhi nodded and turned around to get the utensils.

Su Qianan felt her own sullenness, and took a jar and went outside to drink suffocating wine alone. He felt that he had no face to see the young master now, and his teeth hurt when he saw that handsome little face.

Xia Chu knew that he had just suffered a setback. I didn't care about him, and started gossiping with Yin.

"Is the second floor ready?"

"Well, there's not much modification. It's almost the same thing if I moved the goods that were originally used as warehouses, cleaned them up, put some bookshelves, and bought some drinks."

"You can also buy a few girls and servants in your spare time. It's not convenient for me to send them here. It's not good if they are recognized."

"I'm used to it, and I don't need anyone else, so I don't need it."

"Is it now? What about in the future? You can pick some younger ones, and slowly cultivate them yourself. You can rest assured when you use them later. What others give to you is not as caring as what you bring out with your own hands."

"Yes, the young master is thoughtful."

"It's time for you to change your name. Li Qiang's alias is no longer available."

"Master, get one?"

Xia Chu held his forehead and thought for a while.

"Master Bingwen, how is it?"

"Give to the toasts, and honor the virtues of the text. Bingwen thank the young master for his name."

"Master Bingwen is just a name to spread news to the outside world. I still like to ask you to introduce it."

"Uh?"

"Let it be cited, children and grandchildren, don't use it for you. Your father promised you to inherit the style of the family. One day, I will be ashamed for you. Give your family justice and let you become a family member again. Yes, that person!"

Xia Chu's eyes were dark and deep, and he stared at him like that, solemnly and decisively.

His heart was greatly shocked. He once thought that poisoning Du Hanfei was the last thing he could do for his family. However, Xia Chu told him that one day. Not only can he take revenge, but also rebuild the Ren family?

A spark of fire ignited in his heart, and the blood all over his body boiled. He didn't cry when his family was broken, he didn't cry when he was displaced, and he didn't cry when he was dying.

At that time, his heart was filled with hatred. He told himself that this revenge was destined to be done alone. Du Hanfei is not dead, he is not even qualified to cry.

However, at this moment, he suddenly wanted to cry. He felt that there was another person in this world who knew his surname Ren, knew that his name was Xuan Zhe, and knew his name to quote him.

He stood up and bowed deeply.

Xia Chu patted his shoulder and lifted him up.

At this moment, Su Qianan pushed the door and walked in. It happened that Xia Chu's hand was still raising Yinzhi's arm, and Yinzhi's eyes were still red. He scratched the back of his head and asked in confusion, "Didn't I come at the right time?"

Summer raised his eyebrows.

"Have you calmed down?"

Su Qianan immediately had a toothache, and muttered with a wrinkled face, "That... the wine is finished."

Xia Chuxi smiled and poured a glass of wine for Su Qianan. Bingwen asked jokingly, "Why does Qian An feel up and down?"

Su Qian gave him a white glance, angrily drank the wine in the glass, and added another one.

Xia Chu comforted him: "You don't have to be so concerned. In terms of martial arts, I can't beat you."

Yin Zhi heard a little bit of knowledge, and snorted.

"Why did Qian An lose to the young master?"

"Yinzhi!" Su Qian'an, who had just been appeased by Xia Chu, was blown away by the question.

Bingwen rolled his eyes at him and said solemnly, "Call me Lord Bingwen in the future."

"Ah?" Su Qianan opened her mouth wide.

Bingwen nodded incomprehensibly.

Su Qianan looked at Xia Chu and nodded slightly when she saw him. Then he gritted his teeth and said, "I have seen Young Master Bingwen."

Bingwen raised his hand to bow.

"You're welcome, you're welcome. What exactly did Brother Qian An lose?"

"Let it go!" Su Qianan patted the table and stood up.

"It's Bingwen." Bingwen didn't move.

"Bingwen!"

"What's the matter?"

"You, you..." Su Qian was annoyed, grabbed two jars of wine and pulled the lid. "Done."

Xia Chu couldn't help but feel very good when he watched the two of them play like children.

He was a little worried about entering the palace tomorrow night, but it was not Xiao Yanjun, but Xiao Zimu.

In his last life, he owed a life, a country, and a soulful person.

If you have some hatred, you can kill it with your own hands, with a clear goal.

But some kindness, but I don't know why.

He thought that in this life, he would do his best to protect Xiao Zimu and give him everything he wanted.

"Come on, it's done."

Su Qianan raised a glass to Bingwen, and Bingwenfu raised a glass to Xia Chu.

Xia Chu looked at Bingwen's face under the candlelight, and remembered that he was the same in his previous life, smiled and said to her: "Come on, let's do it."

He had thought.

Want to buy blue bridge with wine, but it's not like, young people travel...

Fortunately, it is still the same.

Early summer drank it all.

We are still friends in this life.

very nice.

The cups are staggered, and the sky is getting brighter. It's five watch, it's time to go home.

Xia Chu took Su Qianan to say goodbye, Bingwen got up to say goodbye, Xia Chu waved his hand.

"It's more exposed. It's cold, so don't send it."

He took a step back and saluted, "Young master, walk slowly."

Xia Chu nodded and left with Su Qianan.

Su Qianan looked at Xia Chu, who was still in the air, and asked unwillingly, "Master, how much effort did you use?"