A pot of old wine, savor life.

Wangyouge.

Wangyou Pavilion is a restaurant with antique decoration.

A total of three floors, divided into three pavilions, watching close up, really a feeling of returning to the ancient restaurant.

There are all kinds of fine wines.

Very common liquor, sake, sweet wine, rice wine or some very rare and precious Portuguese set wines.

It is a paradise for drinkers.

However, the name Wangyouge is also very meaningful.

"Forget sorrow, forget sorrow, forget sorrow, forget all unhappiness, and return to peace."

This passage is the signature language of Jiu Ge.

Of course, this is not a very good place for people to come in. It only costs 50,000 yuan for a single consumption, which is enough to persuade many working-class or ordinary white-collar workers to leave.

Those who can enter it are either rich or noble, and they are big people with a good head and a face.

On the third floor of the restaurant, a middle-aged man sits in an elegantly decorated attic.

On its table, there is a jug with glass wine glasses, exquisite workmanship.

There are three small and exquisite wine glasses on each side, which are carved from the finest jadeite, which can be described as extremely precious.

Middle-aged people look ordinary at first, and they wear simple Tang suits.

But if you look closely, you will find that his pair is as sharp, with a light that can penetrate people's hearts.

And the whole temperament is like a tiger, about to rush to eat.

Behind him, stood a thin man.

A man in a suit, although thin, but his whole temperament is like a lone wolf, he will find the right opportunity to give a fatal blow at any time.

"Old Qi, do you think Mr. Lin will come today?"

The middle-aged man named Sikongyuan picked up a hip flask and poured himself a glass of wine. Instead of drinking it for the first time, he put it in his nose and sniffed it gently. After tasting the aroma, he asked casually.

"I don't know."

It's just two words that are concise and concise, and Lao Qi doesn't dare to speak arbitrarily.

I have been with this man for almost 20 years, and I can still feel a strong anxiety in this master, and still can't figure out the master's intentions.

Sikongyuan Xiaomin took a sip of tea and whispered, "I guess he will come."

Lao Qi didn't dare to speak up, and be a very competent dog, neither humble nor overbearing, not noisy or noisy, just listen to the master.

"This Mr. Lin is amazing. He was able to come to Yanjing for the first time and let Long's son die first."

"Later, the old baby son of the Qin family can be killed, and he will be safe and sound even now."

Sikongyuan squinted slightly and smiled: "The most important thing is that he is still the grandson of my big brother, and it can be described as a posterity."

It looked like a smile, but in those deep eyes, there was a bloodthirsty killer glow.

Today, according to the agreement, it was the date he invited Lin Xiao, a young man, to a banquet.

After decades of ups and downs in Yanjing, his Sikongyuan, and decades of dominance for hegemony, he eventually became one of the leading figures in the underground of Yanjing.

However, there has never been a young offspring who made him so interested.

He was very curious, after the young man confronted himself, would he still be as calm and composed as he was at Long's house, possessing a great spirit.

"coming."

While he was still feeling emotional, Lao Qi behind him suddenly said in a deep voice.

After Lao Qi finished speaking, his temperament changed in vain.

A short, crystal-clear dagger appeared in his hand silently, exuding a strong killing intent, and stared at the door with his eyes.

Step on!

A young man in a suit and leather shoes, wearing a black windbreaker.

With a man in the same suit and leather shoes with a snake-like scar on his face, one after another, he walked into the box without any haste.

This strange combination is naturally Lin Xiao and Xu Hao.

Since this Sikongyuan could speak that story, it must be the old man of the Lin Family who was once under the huge territory, and his status is not low.

In addition, the underground emperor of Yanjing had long wanted to visit.

Now, if you take the initiative to invite, it doesn't hurt to come for a while.

"Mr. Lin, you are finally here, I thought you would not come?"

Si Kongyuan hurriedly got up to greet him with a smile full of smiles, as if he had no thoughts, as if he had met a close friend.

"Tiger and wolf invites, how dare Lin not come?" Lin Xiao shook hands with him, and clicked.

Xu Hao stood behind him and looked at each other with Lao Qi.

But in the sleeves of the two of them, there is a sharp and invisible dagger, and each is ready to go.

The two men and horses, as soon as they met, seemed to be calm on the surface, and the ripples had already been secretly, and the swords were drawn.

The two sides settled down.

Si Kongyuan's eyes that can penetrate people's hearts, squinted at Lin Xiao, picked up the flask, and poured a glass of wine into his glass: "This is sake, it's a famous wine from Wangyouge, strong but not strong. It doesn't burn the throat, and the degree is only twelve degrees, just right."

He poured the wine very elegantly. He raised the wine jug about three feet above the wine glass, and slowly poured it down. He could clearly hear the sound of the wine pouring into the wine glass, but there was no ripple.

It can be seen that this Emperor who has been in the underground world of Yanjing for decades is a person who really understands wine.

Moreover, looking at his actions and actions, he is not at all like a big owl on the gray road, but has the charm of a scholar.

When the wine was full, Si Kongyuan stretched out his hand and said with a smile: "Mr. Lin, please drink."

Lin Xiao smiled and nodded, took a sip of the wine glass, and closed his eyes slightly. After a bit of aftertaste, he exclaimed: "It's a good wine, less vigor, but with sweetness. It seems that Tiger Wolf is really a wine lover.

"Mr. Lin, aren't you afraid that I will administer medicine inside?"

Suddenly, Si Kongyuan condensed his eyes and looked straight at Lin Xiao, exuding a strange light.

Behind him, Wolf Tu changed his previous stereotype, with a sneer on his face.

Xu Hao's expression changed in an instant, his eyes were cold, his dagger appeared like a cold light, his figure was tight, and huge power appeared on his body, he needed to do it.

Seeing that he was about to do something, he was stopped by Lin Xiao, "Haozi, don't be restless, how can Mr. Sikong be against me?"

"You say yes, Mr. Sikong?"

The last Mr. Sikong was very meaningful.

Sikongyuan didn't take it seriously, and smiled: "Mr. Lin is right. I will naturally not be against you. In terms of generation, you are still my nephew."

"Nephew?" Lin Xiao Xiao Minkoujiu again, slightly puzzled.

"Yes, thirty years ago, Si Kongyuan was just a small **** on the streets of Yanjing. It was my big brother who was favored by me, so I can have the status I am today."

"As for me, I have always been grateful. As the grandson of my big brother, how could I deal with you?"

"You said yes, nephew?"

Si Kongyuan gently turned the wine glass on the tabletop, and said slowly, as if he were pulling a routine.

But while talking and laughing like this, the undercurrent is surging crazily.

However, around him, without knowing when, a large number of people in black swarmed in. At first glance, there were at least forty or fifty people, each with a weapon in their hands, which blocked the water surrounding Lin Xiao and Xu Hao.

The atmosphere is solemn, like catching turtles in an urn.

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