Chapter 1638 Drunkard
The old man's voice fell silent.
Xia Fuyi turned her head back, took a sip of tea with a lingering feeling, then looked at Li Chi and said,
"Is what they say true? Is the Emperor of Chiwei really that powerful?"
Lian Tang raised his eyebrows and was about to speak proudly when Li Chi said calmly,
"They are just some exaggerated rumors. They can't be taken seriously. Just listen to them."
Xia Fuyi said "oh", with a hint of disappointment visible between her brows.
She picked up her chopsticks and started eating, and the inn gradually returned to its original bustle.
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By the time they had dinner, it was getting dark.
Many vendors went back home, leaving only a few guests in the inn.
Xia Fuyi followed the waiter upstairs and walked into her room with some curiosity. After looking around the room, she felt it was boring.
She turned around and prepared to go downstairs. The room of Li Chi and his servant was just opposite her. When she went out, she saw Lian Tang walking downstairs, holding a bowl of black medicine carefully in his hand.
She looked at it for a few seconds and asked,
"What's this?"
"Medicine to dispel wind and cold."
Lian Tang answered casually, but the look he gave him was somewhat wary.
When he walked past Xia Fuyi with the medicine in his hand, the girl suddenly stopped.
It was not until Lian Tang brought the medicine into the room and closed the door tightly that she slowly moved her nose and smelled a hint of residual medicine in the air.
Very familiar... She must have smelled this scent somewhere. Although she couldn't remember where, she was intuitively sure that it was definitely not a decoction for dispelling wind and cold.
Xia Fuyi turned around and looked at the closed door, then shook her head and walked downstairs.
At this time, the only people left in the lobby were the dozing shopkeeper and the waiter who was wiping the tables.
It was completely dark outside the door. The lanterns illuminated the one-foot-three-inch area. Beyond the dim light, the sound of the night watchman's gong mixed with the smell of wind and sand could be heard from afar.
Xia Fuyi sat on the stool, was stunned for a while, and suddenly asked the shopkeeper,
"Do you have any wine?"
"How can there be no wine in the inn?"
The waiter answered, and he said with a smile,
"Wait, sir. How much do you need? I'll call you right away."
How much do you need?
Xia Fuyi thought for a moment, then said seriously and indifferently,
"Ten altars are enough."
The waiter who was reaching for the delicate little wine jug just stood there stiffly.
The dozing shopkeeper was startled awake for a moment, then immediately reacted and urged the waiter,
"Hurry up and get some wine for the guests!"
The waiter responded and left in a hurry.
Xia Fuyi had no idea that she had become a drunkard and a fat sheep in the eyes of others. She just felt that it was a good time to drink in the quiet atmosphere of the night when there was no one around and the lights were on.
When she was alone in the mountains, apart from practicing sword skills and watering the vegetable garden, the only things she had to do were brewing wine and drinking it.
Her master was an old drunkard who knew how to make wine. He spent two years passing on all his wine-making skills to her, and also taught her how to drink a thousand cups without getting drunk.
The greatest wealth of the two drunkards, one old and one young, on the mountain was the neatly arranged wine jars in the tomb.
The waiter came out with two wine jars and placed them on the table with a crisp sound.
"Sir, please wait a minute. I'll get it for you."
Xia Fuyi nodded with a cold face, raised her hand to pick up a jar, opened the seal and poured it into a large bowl and took a sip.
Then she frowned.
The taste is so much worse than the one she brews herself.
Not pure enough, not rich enough.
The only redeeming feature is probably the spiciness.
It is really spicy, unique to the border area. It tastes rough and spicy like blood mixed with yellow sand.
One mouthful of it can make your whole body feel hot from the stomach, which is a unique pleasure in this dim inn in late autumn.
Xia Fuyi therefore reluctantly accepted the liquor, which tasted far from good.
She poured another bowl with a sullen face, raised her head and drank it without hesitation.
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