Lin Chuan suppressed the panic in his heart. It turned out that Split Throat was a liquor used by the royal family, and what he just said proved that his status was extraordinary.

However, when the waiter in the shop was not cautious about him, or became extremely respectful, he still looked like a philistine, so Lin Chuan did not add any extra explanation.

The waiter secretly glanced at Lin Chuan from time to time, saying to himself that this young master did not look like that rough and heroic man, but he actually liked drinking this kind of strong drink. It was really rare.

However, all the waiters who work as waiters have the same cleverness, and they can tell other people's stories and ghosts' lies.

Not long after, the waiter brought over a pot of charcoal and two plates of braised pork.

"Young master, would you like this wine if you try it?" The waiter in the shop was still enthusiastic and seemed to be quite interested in this young master who had drunk the royal tribute wine.

Lin Chuan picked up the wine bowl but suddenly paused. Looking at the reflection in the wine in the bowl, memories came to his mind.

Lin Chuan was only two or three years old when he drank this wine. At that time, he was no different from other children, he was greedy and ate whatever he wanted.

Occasionally, he saw the Southern Emperor having a banquet for the ministers to eat and drink. He grabbed the wine glass and drank it all in one gulp. Then he felt a pain in his throat and in his stomach, as if he had swallowed a red-hot coal.

Even Shen Tuxiu had only tasted this kind of strong liquor. When Shen Tuxiu felt that the baby in his arms was burning hot, Lin Chuan's whole body was red and purple, and he quickly used spiritual power to seal his heart orifices.

After exploring Lin Chuan's tendons, a chill ran down Nanhuang's spine. Although he saved Lin Chuan's life, 90% of his blood plasma was burned and he could not survive for a long time. He needed a blood transfusion to survive.

There was only one ghost doctor in the world who knew this kind of medical skill, so Nanhuang left with excuses, held Linchuan in his arms, ignited the emperor's soul blood, and traveled three thousand miles to ask the ghost doctor for help. The ghost doctor replaced Nanhuang's blood into Linchuan's body.

When Shen Tuxiu returned to Yuli Palace, it was still dark and the banquet had not ended. Shen Tuxiu ordered his maid to take Lin Chuan, who was sleeping, back to the palace, and continued to drink and have fun with the ministers, as if this had never happened.

Lin Chuan didn't know this. He fell unconscious after drinking the glass of wine. When he woke up, it was noon the next day and he still felt dizzy.

Later I learned that it was Splitthroat, the strongest wine in the world.

"Young Master, Young Master..." The waiter in the shop saw Lin Chuan staring blankly at the wine bowl without moving at all, thinking that Lin Chuan did not dare to drink this wine and was just bragging before.

Lin Chuan came to his senses and drank down the wine in the bowl. It was indeed called swallowing charcoal. The heat was beyond human power, so he had to use his spiritual power to fight it. The strong smell of wine choked him and made him shed tears.

This is one of the few good memories he has.

His move frightened the waiter at the side of the shop. He always sipped this kind of strong liquor in small sips, and this was the only time in his life that he drank like Lin Chuan just in a life-threatening way.

Lin Chuan wiped the corners of his eyes, somewhat disbelieving that this was Slit Throat. This damn thing was much stronger than Slit Throat.

Lin Chuan calmed down, took a breath and asked in a deep voice: "Are you sure this charcoal swallower has a cracked throat?!"

The waiter was frightened by Lin Chuansen's cold gaze, and swore to the sky: "This shop is a century-old brand, but the wine tastes the most authentic. The tribute wine and this bowl of wine are definitely from the same cellar."

Lin Chuan waved his hands and refused to listen to his noise, and said coldly: "Let your boss come over!"

The waiter at the shop was stunned for a moment, then straightened his back: "I am the owner of the wine shop and the sixth generation descendant of charcoal-burning - Yi Xiaochun! If you don't believe me, I can take you to the ancestral hall in the backyard to have a look! You feel that the wine doesn't taste good.

You can just go to the street and grab someone to try it!"

This actually surprised Lin Chuan, seeing that the waiter and boss seemed to have changed. If he had been drinking like that back then, his life would have been long gone.

Lin Chuan thought of Shen Tuxiu. Nanhuang should have helped him get rid of the alcohol, otherwise the explanation would not make sense.

"Brother is so sure, maybe I was deceived by others." Lin Chuan then filled a bowl of wine and apologized: "Anything that is offensive will be punished with wine."

Seeing that Lin Chuan was suspected of drinking too much, Yi Xiaochun wiped away the anger on his face and hurriedly went up to dissuade him: "Sir, wait a minute! If you want to blame him, you can only blame the deceitful person. Drinking this wine like this is harmful to your health. If you drink it in a small way,

You can taste it only by sipping it.”

"good!"

Seeing Lin Chuan respond, Yi Xiaochun just retracted his arm. He didn't want Lin Chuan to drink to death in his small shop. There was no business in his shop. If there was another incident, this century-old brand would be over.

Take a small sip and the wine will slide from the tip of your tongue into your throat and burst in your throat instantly. The aroma of the wine will linger in your nose for a long time. After the spiciness, it will be numb and it will pass through your intestines like the warm sun in winter, which is comfortable and comfortable.

"It's indeed a good wine!" Lin Chuan admired sincerely, then suddenly remembered that he hadn't even mentioned a word about the business.

"My guest, please eat first. If you have anything to do, I'll call on you later!"

After being recognized, Yi Xiaochun once again changed back to the waiter, smiling a little silly.

"Brother, wait a moment, I have something to ask you." Lin Chuan called to Yi Xiaochun.

"Has anything strange happened at Xiling Ferry in recent days?"

Yi Xiaochun's eyes rolled around, but he seemed to be thinking: "Something strange... I wonder if this one counts?"

"Please tell me and listen." Lin Chuan took a sip, his expression instantly distorted.

"A few days ago, a group of people suddenly came. I saw among them soldiers from the North and people from the Jianghu. It is said that this group of people took over the patrol of Xiling and were stationed on the riverside. All ships entering the ferry had to pass by.

They checked, and after checking they had to go ashore. This is all what the drinkers complained about..."

Lin Chuan suddenly became energetic and then asked: "Can you clearly see the leader?"

Yi Xiaochun shook his head: "The fog has been so thick in recent days that I can't see my features clearly..."

Just when Lin Chuan was a little disappointed, Yi Xiaochun suddenly said: "That man seems to have two mustaches! Why are you asking about this?"

"I've heard that Xiling Ferry can be seen leading to the Tianhe River. Now the ferry is heavily guarded, so I thought it would be convenient to ask around in case it's someone I know well."

Lin Chuan felt happy, but his face was expressionless. It seemed that Lei Fang was not lying, and his uncle was really here.

"It's just that the young master came at the wrong time. Autumn and winter are cold and foggy, but it is not the best time to enjoy the scenery. Even if you are close to the beach, it is difficult to enjoy it." Yi Xiaochun said regretfully.

"Now that it's here, just wait and see. Pack up the wine and meat for me. I'll go look for more opportunities. I can't come here in vain."

Yi Xiaochun shook his head and said nothing. He wrapped up the meat and wine quickly with his hands and feet. After seeing Lin Chuan leave, he sneered and said to himself: "Is this the case of drunkenness and cowardice?"

When Lin Chuan returned to the place where he met Murong Longyue, he saw a purple shadow in the distance.

Murong Longyue frowned slightly, with her hands behind her back and stretching her toes to write and draw on the sand. There was a picture of a beautiful woman between her movements.
Chapter completed!