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Fang Zinan bent over to look at her and gently advised, "Of course you're not drunk, but to drink this kind of wine, you shouldn't be in too much of a hurry."

Shang Yiqing was in a hurry to get more wine when she heard this. She slammed the table and shouted, "Waiter, waiter, where are you? There is not enough wine here.

Fang Zinan held her hand. "Even if you're not a lady, please be gentle and let others see what you look like …"

Before he could finish his words, with a "peng" sound, a jug of wine was violently tossed onto the table. It shook until even the mud cover cracked open, and some wine seeped out.

The two of them were stunned. They saw that the person who had thrown the jar of wine down was this shop assistant.

A handsome young man with a sullen face.

He saw the young man dressed in grey, his face sullen but his eyes very clear.

Shang Yiqing was already a little drunk. The moment she saw him, her first thought was, "Who dares to provoke me? Why are you so angry?"

Fang Zinan raised his voice: "What's this?"

Shang Yiqing also said, "We're not drinking and not paying. Is there a need for you to do this?"

The young man merely sneered and did not answer.

Shang Yiqing rolled her eyes at Fang Zinan unhappily, "Look at the good place you found. I was eating happily, but now I'm full of anger!"

The young man was about to turn away when he heard this. He paused for a moment, then paused again and walked away with a cold expression on his face.

Shang Yiqing was so angry that she slapped the table, wanting to stand up and argue with the shop assistant, but Fang Zinan held her back, "We are not here to cause trouble, we have brought the wine, let's continue drinking."

"It's fine if you don't come to this chicken hair store." Shang Yiqing mumbled to herself and stopped arguing with the shop assistant.

Fang Zinan shook his head: "Don't think that this is a chicken hair shop. The business here is usually very good and normally it's not easy to find a seat. Today is dusk, and other than the guests, there are less visitors."

"Look, this store's door, signboard, tables and chairs, beams and pillars have all been washed black. It's more like a black shop." Shang Yiqing frowned.

"You don't know about this, right? This is the shop owner's way of doing things that is more daring than others." "Look again, not only is the scenery good here, but the wine as well."

"Forget it, I can't outtalk you anyway, but I really didn't see the excitement here." Shang Yiqing looked around. Because they were late, the other tables of guests had already left. Looking around, they were the only table of guests.

Fang Zinan poured the wine into a bowl and said, "You can slowly taste this wine. Do you know why the wine here is called 'a pot'?"

"You're asking the obvious. This is my first time in this place and I haven't even been to this shop before. How would I know about this wine?" Shang Yiqing stuffed a piece of chicken heart into her mouth.

Fang Zinan was about to continue speaking when he saw the shop assistant walk over. He seemed to be full of cynicism and didn't like anyone. Although his eyes were clear, his attitude was extremely bad.

"Look, that shop assistant is coming over again. Will he make trouble for us?" Shang Yiqing glanced at Fang Zinan and licked the wine on his lips.

The shop assistant suddenly walked over to Shang Yiqing and asked roughly, "Do you know why I threw out those wine jars just now?"

Fang Zinan casually said: "You've always had a big temper!"

Shang Yiqing teased, "Because you thought the boss didn't give you enough money, so you did it on purpose to drive away all the customers."

Although the fellow had lowered his voice, his tone was still sharp. "Wrong!" He pointed at Shang Yiqing, "I am angry that she is lacking a pot of wine like this. That would be a waste of good wine!"

This shop assistant was really impudent. He saw Shang Yiqing's face in the twilight, and saw it clearly: Fang Zinan wanted to protect Shang Yiqing, but he heard the shop assistant say: "Is this how you drink 'missing a pot'?" If you want to drink it, you have to pick up the wine jug and raise your neck to drink it dry. Then, you have to bite a piece and chew it till it shatters and vomit. He even added, "You can't drink, but you still want to put on airs!"

Shang Yiqing suddenly reached out and grabbed a jug of wine on the table. She stood up and raised her jade neck. With a lift of her wrist, the wine was poured down her throat. There was a small amount of wine, running down her neck and into the collar of her corset. Even though it was deep in the evening, Shang Yiqing's chest outline was so beautiful, so fair. The gesture of raising her head to pour wine formed a shocking charm.

When Fang Zinan saw this, he could no longer shift his gaze away, and his breathing also quickened. He saw Shang Yiqing's chest gradually grow bigger, probably because she was drunk and then fainted, but in reality, Fang Zinan's heart was pounding hard on the drum.

Unexpectedly, the waiter still refused to let it go, "This wine used is not this kind of small pot, we have to use a large pot." After he finished speaking, he slammed the jar of wine down onto the table. It seemed that he still had a bit more to finish, so he was a bit annoyed.

At this moment, Fang Zinan looked at the shop assistant and then turned to look at Shang Yiqing. To see what the prince's consort would say, to see how she would react if she were to be ridiculed like this.

"Alright then, fellow, this time you've taught me how to drink. Bring the jug over." Shang Yiqing smiled warmly.

Because she was rarely gentle to others, but deep down, she was still a woman with a gentle nature. Now that she was gentle and reflected the clear water of the cold pond, she was actually as beautiful as a temple, with countless people visiting the south. She had never seen any kind of woman before, but at this moment, she seemed infatuated.

The waiter probably did not expect this proud woman to admit her fault and instead thanked her. Moreover, he even gave her a gentle smile, which left her in a daze. Then, he turned around and returned to the store. When he came out again, he was holding a large wine jug. The jug was two feet tall and the bottom was a foot wide.

Shang Yiqing was surprised to see such a large jug of wine, but what she had said just now was too much for her to take back. She could only smile and say, "Such a big jug of wine, I can't even hold it. How can I drink?"

"Don't worry. Although the wine jug is big, there isn't much wine in it." The shop assistant passed the wine jug to Shang Yiqing.

Shang Yiqing raised her eyebrows and stretched out his hand to receive it.

Fang Zinan cried out in alarm, "Be careful!"

Shang Yiqing only saw the sword light.

The shop assistant did not have a sword in his hands, neither did he have a sword by his waist and neither did he have a sword on his back. The sword was originally at the bottom of the wine pot, a flexible sword!

The moment the sword appeared, it was cold, bright, clear, and dazzling. It was like a fish that had gone through all the hardships before finally swimming to the shore before appearing all of a sudden.