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Chapter 42 Double-steamed wine

Su Langzhong said loudly as if he was reading the declaration. As soon as he spoke, the scene suddenly became quiet. Everyone stopped chopsticks and looked at each other. It was so rude that this guy didn't take the master seriously. What he said was the truth, and it was really hard to respond.

He Lang didn't look at Su Langzhong at all, and smiled at Wang Duan and said:

"Mr. Wang, please... King Tianqi has repeatedly reiterated that the court's reception should not be extravagant, there should be no leftovers, so as not to waste natural resources. It is important to know that every grain of food on the plate is hard. My Chinese children will use your country to go to Xiaoshan to practice tomorrow, embarking on the long road to seeking immortality. The Peach and Plum Banquet is to hope that they will not forget their hometown and the roots, rather than seeking a vulgar and full meal. If they have not considered neglecting the mission, they will offend them..."

After all, he is an old fox in the officialdom. His words are beautiful and he uses the power to fight.

Not only did it resolve the embarrassment of few dishes, it sublimateed the profound meaning and satirized the vulgarity of the Zhou people. It also pointed out that the students had nothing to do with the Zhou Kingdom, but they were going to the Xiaoshui Sword Sect.

Dong Shumin applauded and said crisply, OK!

With her leading role, the students clapped their hands, and the sound was like thunder. Su Langzhong punched the air and sat down in shame.

After the applause stopped, Hu Li turned his head and looked at the pavilion on the left, commanding and playing music.

Bai Ling'er's delicate jade fingers gently brushed the jade zither.

A string of soft clear sounds is emitted, like the bright moon shining, the river is sparkling, and flowers in Luzhou are in full bloom.

Then the sheng and the pipa joined, one gentle and one cheerful, but not overwhelming. Like green clothes and pearls, they followed the beauty in the forest and wandered under the moon. The crisp jingle sounded a few times after a long time, and then the roar was roaring, and the distant flute swept across the clouds like a breeze...

Ethereal singing floats out of the pavilion and lingers among the peach blossoms and plum trees.

"The spring river tide is connected to the sea level, and the bright moon on the sea is growing together. It is rippling with the waves for thousands of miles, and there is no moon in the spring river..."

In the woods, Xin Tianyou was so happy after raising his neck and finished the wine in the pot.

"Spring River Moon Night" is a gentle melody, and it is excellent to serve. If the powerful and fierce "General's Order" is played like the City God Temple, it would urge everyone to swallow it, and all stomach ulcers would probably be cured.

Haha, Tong San's throat was so scary. That day, he yelled that day that he doubted life and almost fell off the ring. Bai Ling'er once said that whoever beats Bing Hu would be like a lie, and she would believe it!

The Peach and Plum Banquet was originally a farewell to the wanderer in my hometown.

The officials of the Imperial Heaven Supervision put down their airs and toasted them under the leadership of Mr. Hu.

Among these students, only a very small number of them can become immortal masters, and most of them still have to return to ordinary people. After returning to ordinary people, Master Tongyou went to the Imperial Heaven Supervision to receive a resettlement fee, or recommended him to the court institution. The rest can only be scattered among the people.

But no matter what, a journey of a thousand miles begins with a single step. There is a slim hope of cultivating immortals in the end, and it is necessary to strengthen their actions for them.

Two steaming dishes were served on the table, and the Chinese officials finally let out a long sigh.

A Buddha rising from the tip of a sand bowl jumps over the wall, the fragrance is tempting.

A plate of steamed deer tails, praised as the ultimate taste in the world, suddenly piled up into a small hill.

Sika deer is a rare object, and its tail is a precious medicinal material, warming the waist and knees and nourishing the kidney essence. A deer has only one tail, and one tail can only be made into a plate. In terms of price alone, this dish is so expensive that even the king cannot eat it often. This time, a large plate was served, and it seemed that more than one tail was used.

They didn't know that the quarrel about weight had long been introduced to the kitchen. The three masters were afraid of being dragged out to beat the board, and used all their skills to force the smoked deer leg meat into a tail shape and added it. They were not afraid of being exposed. Anyway, no one from the senior officials outside had eaten it a few times.

A Zhou State minister pointed at the steamed deer tail in a heartache and shook his head and said, "Oh, isn't it too extravagant?"

Mr. Hu said expressionlessly: "The family of accumulating good deeds will be happy."

After saying that, he didn't say much, spread the two chopsticks wide open, and he picked up five pieces. He thought to himself, I will eat one more piece, and you will eat one less piece.

Mr. Zhou rolled his eyes when he was choked and thought to himself, "The food is not extravagant just now, but now the food is more and more, it is too shameless!" After calming down, he almost fainted. With such a moment of stunned silence, the plate of the ultimate taste in the world became clean and smooth, and even the two ministers of Shangshu were not polite.

After all, it is a state banquet, not a shrew, and the image of officials from both countries is still necessary. After a tour of the wine, the scene showed a false and harmonious atmosphere like a spring breeze.

Bai Ling'er stopped singing and lowered the sound of music to avoid affecting all adults and students and chatting while eating.

At this time, He Lang should have said a few more words of encouragement and leave first. In previous years, the process of the Apocalypse King was like this. There were too many officials and too many VIPs at the banquet, which would make the boys and girls restrain themselves and lose their intention to bid farewell. But Wang Duan did not move and he dared not leave.

The other party suddenly proposed to attend the Peach and Plum Banquet, but the Ministry of Rites refused, but Queen Zhou Mei actually issued an order in person. Even fools could guess that the Zhou people had no good intentions.

A Zhou State minister said:

"I listened to the comments on this mission to Baisha City. Every three years of spring exams, the Xiaoshui Sword Sect only admitted fifty people in China, but two hundred people in Zhou State were really unfair."

Everyone was quiet and didn't know what he was selling. As a subordinate, he dared to talk loudly in front of his superiors and senior officials from other countries, and was definitely instructed.

The minister continued:

"I also think it's unfair, because many candidates who failed the Zhou Dynasty can be admitted to China when they come to China. Our 200th place often ranks in the top 40 in China. What a pity, it's a pity that the immortal fate has been eliminated... Since you think it's unfair, we also think it's unfair. If you don't mix the candidates from both countries together in the next spring exam, how about admission based on the score?"

Hu Li was shocked and quickly raised his glass to persuade him to drink, saying:

"Brother, I have a lot of words."

The poor vitality of the world of China has led to the general failure of students' spiritual roots. If you really want to fight with Zhou, the number of admissions will be suddenly reduced to thirty or forty.

This matter was previously proposed by the Imperial Heavenly Prison of Zhou State, but the last ten elders, Yi Yun, from Hua State, firmly opposed it, but failed.

Practice is very expensive.

Even if the poor children have excellent spiritual roots, they will become mediocre if they lack the conditions for cultivation. The rich children are piled up by various resources, and even if the spiritual roots are mediocre, they can be improved. It is unfair to let them compete in the same field. In the long run, fewer talents in the weak land will grow, resulting in withering.

The officials were not confident enough to refute the proposal of Zhou Shilang to show off their power. The teenagers lowered their heads in shame, while Dong Shumin glared at them.

What if someone deliberately exposes the shortcomings in person and bullies you? It doesn’t spit out a dirty word, but it also involves the future quota allocation. It makes people unable to get angry and can only swallow their anger.

The scene fell silent for a moment, and Wang Duan laughed loudly, shook the wine glass in his hand, and changed the topic.

"The Chinese wine is sweet and soft, and it is really good. This time I specially brought Zhou's double steamed fairy wine for the sake of all students, and I also invited the public to taste... to get the wine."

The provocation was planned by the delegation early, and attacked the Chinese without revealing their bones, which aroused Ms. Dong's anger. The next one was the main drama. This wine is equivalent to eating some appetizers before serving the main dish.

The double steamed fairy wine is a strong wine among the strong wine, which is famous all over the world. It is very rare in quantity, and it only serves the elders of the Zhou royal family and the Xiaoshui Sword Sect, and even Wang Duan is not qualified to drink it. Zhou Hai is good at drinking, so he brought two jars with him. But after he was seriously injured, he couldn't drink it, and the remaining one jar was just the introduction to this layout.

Isn’t this a harm to our people, and also to the poor receptionist and belittle the national character?

Although Mr. Hu was a civil servant, he was also a warrior in the secluded realm. Jiang Gui was old and stronger. He heard this. When he was about to stop talking, he was about to shout roughly regardless of etiquette, but he saw the Secretary He Lang shook his head slightly.
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