As long as the person being recorded is not seriously injured, Qin Yuan will treat him to food and drink.

Haifeng picked up the wine bottle, took a sip, and frowned: "Why is it white wine?"

Liquor is not popular in this world, even Moutai is a low-alcohol liquor.

It was the same as Qin Yuan’s previous life before the Qing Dynasty.

This is not nonsense.

In the last life, before the Qing Dynasty, low-alcohol rice wine, rice wine, and medicinal wine had been popular in the Central Plains. The eighteen bowls of wine Wu Song drank before fighting the tiger was rice wine.

Although baijiu was introduced to the Central Plains during the Yuan Dynasty, it has always been considered a waste that is harmful to the body and not worthy of publicity.

Until the Qing Dynasty, the Tungus people who emerged from the White Mountains and Black Waters liked to drink liquor because of the cold climate. After the Tungus people took over the Central Plains, they gradually evolved into a wine table culture.

In the new century, most young people despised him, but the older generation still clung to him.

Qin Yuan changed a pot of rice wine and handed it to Haifeng.

Haifeng drank a few sips, showed a comfortable expression, drank it in one breath, and said with a smile: "It's not spicy, but has a hint of sweetness. This is what normal people drink."

Qin Yuan smiled and took a sip.

He took another sip of white wine and spit it out.

“It’s definitely not for normal people to drink.”

"Ha ha ha ha"

Haifeng laughed heartily.

After a while, Qin Yuan said: "Can we start?"

Haifeng put down the chopsticks for picking vegetables and nodded seriously.

"Does Master Hai know that he is going to die?"

Qin Yuan asked.

Haifeng smiled nonchalantly and said, "I know."

"Yue Tangyin has been rescued"

Qin Yuan said again.

Haifeng didn't respond at all, which made Qin Yuan a little strange.

Shouldn't you be happy?

Haifeng saw Qin Yuan's doubts and explained: "The injustice for Yue Tangyin is secondary. What I fight against is Du Fu."

How long had it passed before Qin Yuan heard this word again.

"At the beginning, everyone agreed that Zhao Huangchao should be the emperor because he was just a decoration."

Haifeng became excited: "Today, the emperor is constantly strengthening the imperial power and wants to turn the public world into a private world.

The public world has various shortcomings, but it is better than the private world. In recent years, the Zhao family and the people who depend on the Zhao family have grown to such an extent."

Qin Yuan thought about the emperor's brother-in-law who had robbed civilian girls and eaten them, but no one could touch them.

Haifeng picked up Qin Yuan's problem, drew an official seal on a piece of paper, and also drew spiritual stones and silver on a piece of paper.

"Which one do you think rules us better?"

Qin Yuan thought for a while and pointed to the paper with spiritual stones and silver on it.

Haifeng put his hands on his hands and said with a smile: "Qin Shu is worthy of being a historian."

Then, he poured two glasses of rice wine.

"Come"

"Come"

Qin Yuan took it and drank it in one gulp.

After thinking for a while, Qin Yuan said: "Is there a third option?"

Haifeng said flatly: "Absolutely impossible"

Then, he sneered and said: "I have to say, there really is one"

"What?"

"Slavery"

Qin Yuan laughed dumbly.

"Do you dare to write down what I said?"

"dare"

After chatting for a while, Qin Yuan said goodbye and left.

Only those who sacrifice their lives and have great ambition dare to make the sun and moon change the sky.

After walking out of the Divine Prison, Qin Yuan thought of something.

Fast forward to three days later.

The sky is clear and the wind is gentle and gentle.

Qintian Prison was once again surrounded by ordinary people.

Different from last time, not only were there many monks, the number also exceeded a thousand.

Yang Zhenning was at a loss.

We can't really hand over the emperor's brother-in-law.

After a while, Qin Yuan stood up.

Yang Zhenning cast her hopeful eyes on Qin Yuan.

Qin Yuan stretched and sat back again.

Ganlin Niang.

Yang Zhenning cursed in his heart.

Then, he looked at the others and said, "Aren't you usually pretty awesome?"

The warlocks lowered their heads.

I usually blow it.

"a bunch of trash"

Yang Zhenning tossed her sleeves and walked out angrily.

"You're done, correct this man's petty thinking."

A warlock said.

Then, a figure flew in and slapped the warlock against the wall.

"What I hate the most is someone speaking ill of me behind my back."

After Yang Zhenning finished speaking, she floated out.
Chapter completed!