The mountains are bright and green, and the rivers are as beautiful as picturesque. The famous capital has been around since ancient times.

The Taiyuan City of Bingzhou has been a northern city since ancient times. Since then, Emperor Gaozu of Tang Dynasty Li Yuan has launched an army to sweep the world. Empress Wu, who was the heroine in the dynasty, was also born here. Naturally, generations of emperors have attached great importance to Bingzhou, and Empress Wu even established her as the northern capital of the Tang Dynasty. Li Shimin's poem "Preface to the Inscription of Jin Temple" was extremely praising Bingzhou, and has been worshipped in the Jin Temple as a treasure. During the Zhenguan period, British Duke Li Yu

He was ordered to renovate the Bingzhou City, not only the East City was built, but also the Daming City transformed from the Daming Palace of the Northern Qi Dynasty. The Xincheng transformed the Eastern Wei and Jinyang Palace of the Eastern Wei Dynasty and Jincheng built during the Sui Dynasty and a Cangcheng built during the Sui Dynasty was connected with an exterior wall, forming a pattern of a city set in the city. Empress Wu further connected the three cities of Taiyuan, which were more than 40 miles in circles, with twenty-four gates each in southeast, west and north. The Fen River passed through the Zhongcheng, with a magnificent momentum and a magnificent scenery.

Since Zi Li Longji ascended the throne today, he has set up the Heavenly Bing Army in Bingzhou, and the ones who have taken turns to take charge here are even more capable personnel. Zhang Jiazhen, the former Bing Prefect and the ambassador of the Heavenly Bing Army, just jumped to the prime minister, and Zhang Shuo came from Youzhou to take office. Both of these two Zhangs have strict government orders. Facing these two bosses who are difficult to fool, they have to be ashamed all day long.

The people don't care about why the officials and military generals complain about their superiors behind their backs. For the scholars in the city, Zhang Shuo, who is known as literature, is in Bingzhou. The Grand Governor's Office in the East City is enough to be a place for countless people to flock to. However, although Zhang Shuo likes literature, he can't even step into it with just a fancy word. The most secure way is to ask for recommendations. If the recommendation is located in the northwest corner of the West City, the owner of the Bingzhou mansion is the most ideal object. However, it is the weather that is gradually getting warmer in June, and the result of seven or eight scholars waiting for a long time is just an old housekeeper.

"Dear men, it's really not for me to do anything. My husband is really not at home, and I don't know where to go to drink. Once I have fun, I can't come back without getting drunk."

Seeing the crowd of scholars looking at each other in disappointment, the old housekeeper couldn't help but sigh in secret. The master was famous, and the two Bing governors and ministers were treated with courtesy, and the scholars rushed to visit each other. If others encountered such a situation, they would not be able to hand over their lives and lay a solid support and foundation for their career, but the master was not concerned at all. Even the Hedong Public Banquet occasionally refused to leave because of drunkenness and unconsciousness, and even refused to listen. Just before noon, the post from the Grand Governor's Office was still easily evaded by him.

It would be great if the Langzhu could be a safe and sound official. Now he would not be able to do such an official position, nor would he ask the two Zhang Changshi to recommend him, so he sat at home like this...

"The world only says that being an official is good, but not knowing that the things in the cup are even more worrying..."

After noon, on a thoroughfare in midtown, a man in his early thirties, wearing silk clothes and open arms were sitting drunk on the horse, riding his horse slowly while pouring the wine gourd into his mouth. The boy holding the horse in front of him always looked back uneasyly, and seeing that the master was drunk and his cheeks were red, he still refused to stop. He couldn't help but complain, complaining about the followers who were gently thrown away by the uselessness, and worrying that the master would fall from the horse inadvertently. If the whip tip of the horse whip repeatedly tapped on his shoulder to signal him not to stop, he would have wanted to find a place to wake up and then talk.

Then he reached the intersection. He was about to cross the street, and suddenly, several riders rushed over on the street that was connected north and south. He was almost trampled by the galloping horse. After those people passed by, his staggered and fell firmly, but the reins in his hand were suddenly pulled by him, and the mount behind him bent down, and the mount behind him turned his head, which was already shaking on the horse. The boy who rubbed his broken knees and sat upright with a bitter face. Seeing the master falling off the horse's horse, his forehead was broken and bleeding. He immediately took a breath and was stunned.

"It's falling"

Under the scorching sun, only a few passers-by were talking about it when they saw this. Some kind-hearted people came forward to give the child servant advice and suggested sending it to the clinic or sending it home quickly. But seeing the man in silk clothes sitting there as if he was stupid, he glanced at the horse that was quite majestic and shook his head and sighed. Which man was drinking so desperately, and used such an uncontrollable servant.

Just when the boy servant was both afraid and unconscious, a group of riders suddenly stopped. A servant who jumped off the horse quickly stepped forward and leaned forward to look for the injured person. He immediately turned around and said, "Mr. Du Langjun, he probably fell and fainted for a while. It was just a skin injury, so it might be okay."

"What's going on with that child servant? You can't just lie on the street."

Du Shiyi saw Chibi coming forward to inquire, but the child about 11 or 12 was in a daze and couldn't answer anything. In the end, he burst into tears. He was angry and funny, and quickly got off the horse. After seeing the wound with blood, he took out the silk and cleaned the wound slightly. Seeing a porcelain bottle handed over to him, he thought he knew that Liu Mo must have handed the medicine for the injury. He immediately unscrewed the lid and applied it on, and then wrapped it with the blood-stained silk for him. Then he turned his head and said, "The little guy who only knows how to cry doesn't need to pay attention. He will help the injured person on the horse first and find a guest house to settle down."

Seeing these passers-by helping the master to the horse, the boy finally woke up like a dream. When he thought that such a thing happened to him just because he was given to the master, he turned around and was inevitably sold. He was panicked and gritted his teeth before he got up, even his voice trembled.

"This husband, my master... My master lives in the northwest corner of the west city, and that largest mansion is. I'm sorry, I wish you help me send him back."

Du Shiyi was stunned when she heard the sound, nodded and ordered everyone. Because the injured person was carrying the horse and needed to be supported by someone at all times, she couldn't walk fast all the way. The boy was really amused and laughed. When he was at the intersection, he hesitated and refused to say anything, and often stopped passers-by to inquire. He was so confused that he almost suspected that the little guy was intentional. When he turned around and finally found the gate of the wealthy courtyard in the northwest corner of the west city, the sun was already west. Du Shiyi glanced at the boy hiding behind the horse and looked fearful, and had to go to the door in person. Before he could speak, a well-dressed ward respectfully bowed.

"I'm really sorry, my husband is not at home now, please come back another day."

As soon as he finished speaking, another sharp-eyed mending beside him exclaimed: "Isn't that the Black General, the new mount of the man-lord?"

When the door Ding heard this, he hurriedly looked up and recognized the mount. When he saw the man on the horse's back who was lying on the horse's neck and a blood-stained silk scribble on his forehead, his face changed drastically, and he turned around and ran into the door. In a short while, there was a scream from inside, and then a dozen servants rushed out of the door.

"What happened again?"

"When I went out, I didn't follow a dozen people? Why was Wuquan alone left to send the man's master back?"

"It's fine when I went out, but I actually kowtowed and was sent back again."

When Du Shiyi saw that some of these servants were busy moving the injured, and some were yelling and complaining, but when he looked like they were commonplace, he immediately noticed it. At this moment, with a heavy cough, an old man about fifty years old came out. Under his stern eyes, the servants did not dare to say much anymore and did their own things. After a while, the scene was cleaned up. At this time, the old man bowed deeply to Du Shiyi and said sincerely: "It must be this gentleman who sent my husband back. I am really grateful if I don't dislike it. Can you go to my house to tell me the reason? Judging from your appearance, I think it must be from a foreign country. It's too late to stay in the room. Why not just go to my house for one night?"

"Since the owner of your mansion is injured, I'm afraid it will be inconvenient..."

Before Du Shiyi finished his polite words, the old man smiled bitterly and said, "The man drinking too much. This is not unusual. If he knew that the benefactor who sent him back did not even thank him in person, he would have to blame me for not being polite." As he said, he glared at the boy who was timid and walked forward with a gesture to let someone enter the door quickly. Then he asked Du Shiyi with a false hand, "Don't think I'm abrupt. It has always been common for the man to be sent back when the man was drunk. It was also common for the man to stay in hospital. Wuquan was young and ignorant before, so he must have neglected the man."

This is really...what can make people say

Thinking that the boy's name was taken from the name of the wine, Du Shiyi was so amazed at the owner's devotion to alcohol. He thought that if the wine fairy Li Bai traveled to Bingzhou at this moment, he might find a rare confidant. However, although he was not good at drinking, he could not refuse to let go of his diligent retention. After thinking about it, he had to agree to it after first coming to Bingzhou. However, after stepping into the gate, he followed the old housekeeper all the way in, he suddenly remembered that he had not yet asked him to save the name of the master. The answer he got immediately made him stop.

"The owner of my house is a famous family and has a legitimate family. He is the direct lineage of the Wang family in Taiyuan, Wang Han and Wang Ziyu."

The glass of grape wine is luminous, and the pipa is about to drink. Don’t laugh at me when you lie drunk on the battlefield. How many people have returned from war since ancient times? The drunk man turned out to be Wang Han, the owner of the Liangzhou lyrics.
Chapter completed!