However, perhaps it is the second floor of Tianxiang Restaurant, which is very popular. These ten tables have already been hosted and guests are sitting quietly above, and there is no spare place.

Buqu stood at the entrance of the corridor, glanced around, frowned slightly, and said nothing,

Xiao Si, who was beside him, glanced around and naturally noticed the scene on the second floor of Tianxiang. His face became a little ugly. He hurriedly bowed to Buqu and said respectfully, "Forgive me, Prince Bu, it's all a small mistake. The little one thought there was an empty seat on the second floor, but it didn't happen. The little one made a mistake, and Prince Bu had a trip in vain."

"It's okay. Since there is no seat, then go to the hall." Buqu glanced at the servant beside him, and was not angry. He nodded and said,

That's true, nothing to be angry about,

Buqu is not a playboy, nor is he aloof. He doesn't think he is superior. Moreover, the servant in front of him has worked very hard and done well. In addition, the scene in front of him is indeed no wonder, and the former is not angry.

No, to be precise, the former doesn't care about anything, never cared about a small matter.

Of course, Xiaoyan always agrees with Buqu to the end. Xiaoyan follows wherever he goes to Buqu.

Immediately, Buqu and Xiaoyan turned slightly, intending to walk towards the first floor...

However, at this moment, a sound suddenly came from a corner of the second floor.

"Since you come, let me rest assured. Little guy, if you don't mind, just fight with me for a table." Suddenly, a slightly cheerful, mixed with a faint smile, and full of vicissitudes of life, came out of the corner, and immediately attracted the attention and gaze of the guests around,

"Um."

Hearing this voice, Buqu knew that the other party was talking about him, so he paused and looked at the source of his speech. In a corner, he saw a person and an old man.

The old man was about sixty years old, wearing a long robe. The robe was torn and old, and it was a little dirty. He could smell a strange smell from afar. The former's hair was a little messy, as if it had not been sorted out for a long time and had washed it. The most conspicuous thing was that at this moment, the former was placed on a stool, the other foot was placed under it, and he kept drinking wine, eating big meat, making a sound from time to time. In addition, the old man had a big wine pot on his waist, and he could tell that he was a drunkard at first glance.

The more vulgar this picture is, the more vulgar it is.

Seeing this scene, Bu frowned and found that he did not know the other person. He couldn't help but be a little surprised. Then, the former was relieved and planned to test the other person. Suddenly, Buqu's face changed drastically. He suddenly realized that his mind was like a stone sinking into the sea, silent and without a trace. He shouted in his heart, "Master, this is a real master."

This thought flashed through Buqu’s mind, his face changed slightly, and he was very surprised, “Where did this master come from? In my impression, there seems to be no such person in Kyoto, nor such masters. Who is this person?”

Buqu stood there, looking at the old man, and a storm was stirred up in his heart.

"Criminal Bu, what are you planning? Why don't we go to the first floor?"

The servant naturally noticed the old man with a frown slightly. He couldn't figure out how a person with such a look could enter the second floor of Tianxiang. Of course, the former had this suggestion, and hoped that Buqu would return to the first floor obediently and not stay with that kind of person, so as to avoid being foul.

"Waiter, since someone invites us, we will go to the second floor and we are too lazy to go down." Buqu waved his hand, rejected the servant's kindness, pulled Xiaoyan, walked out to the corner, and came to the old man.

"Meeting is fate. I am a younger brother Buqu, pay homage to senior." Buqu came to the table, hugged his fists slightly, bowed, and said, "I don't know the name of Senior Gao."

"Sit down when you come. Where can we get so many false gifts? Are you not tired of giving a gift? Also, I am not old and immortal, but just an old and immortal. Just call me an old drunkard." The old drunkard raised his head slightly, looked at Buqu, showed his yellow teeth, and said with a smile.

"It's my younger generation who is attached to the appearance."

When Buqu heard this, he saw this, and knew that the other party was a naughty child and did not care about vain rituals, so the former was not artificial, so he pulled Xiaoyan and sat down by the window.

"Criminal Bu, what do you need." The servant came to Bu Qu's side, looked at the old man, holding his breath, and admired Bu Qu very much. He could ignore the smell and asked the latter.

"Come..." Buqu thought for a while, wanting to order some wine and food.

However, at this moment, the old alcoholic planned Buqu's words directly, shouting meat, and shouting loudly, "First a plate of cooked beef, a chicken, and then a few jars of good wine, hurry, quickly, just press this."

When the servant heard this, his face turned dark, how ugly it was,

Buqu glanced at the old drunkard, and was very helpless. He looked at the servant, nodded, and said, "Just as the request of this ancestor, I will give you one first."

"Okay." A surprise flashed in the servant's eyes. For some reason, Buqu would agree to such a request.

"Xiaoyan, what do you need to eat?" Buqu turned his head, looked at Xiaoyan beside him, paused, and asked,

Xiaoyan shook her head without making any sound.

Immediately, Buqu glanced at Xiaoyan, added a few vegetarian dishes casually, and explained it.

Then the servant went down to greet him and brought the dish from the cloth to a point. The speed was extremely fast, and it was worthy of being a big restaurant. Of course, when he came up, he brought a few jars of fine wine and placed it on the table with a thud.

The old alcoholic man didn't say a word, picked up the wine jar on the table, slapped the mud, poured himself a large glass, drank it in one sip, and smelled it, "Wine is a good wine... It's a pity. It's not enough, it's not thick enough. Alas... it's a hundred thousand miles worse than Tianxiang Xianjiu."

"It's not bad." Buqu also poured himself a glass of wine, took a sip, sensed it carefully, gave a pertinent evaluation, and said,

"Buqu, Prince Bu, the son of General Haotian, the former mentally retarded man, now the rebirth of Qingtian, haha... not bad." The old drunkard put down the wine glass in his hand, looked at Buqu, and smiled inexplicably, "No, not bad, it's very suitable for my taste."

"Senior knows me." Buqu asked in confusion when he heard the other party point out his experience as if he had known it.

"I haven't known you, but... your name of Prince Bu is in Kyoto, and it's hard to know if you don't know." The old drunkard winked at Buqu and said,

After hearing this, Buqu replied with a little embarrassed expression, "It's all just a false reputation, it's not surprising."

"At a young age, if you have such a heart, you will definitely do something in the future. Bu Wuqing is really lucky. He gave birth to an excellent daughter, and the remaining son is even better than his daughter." The old drunkard looked at Bu Qu, paused slightly, said something inexplicably, and sighed, "That bastard Ye Gucheng is really lucky. Having such children is really a blessing."

"Senior, I know my father." When Buqu heard these words, a gleam appeared in his eyes. He looked at the old drunkard and asked,

For his father, Buqu felt more and more difficult, more and more extraordinary and mysterious.

Of course, this point is just what Buqu guessed from the former from other people's words.

There are Pan Chengmu, the queen, Bu Wuqing, and the drunkard in front of you now.

"Knowing, not only knowing, but also familiarity."

The old drunkard poured himself a glass of wine, drank it in one sip, and drank it all. A blurry look flashed in his eyes, as if he had thought of something, and he was in deep thought. After a while, the former woke up from his memories, looked at Buqu, changed into a cynical look, and smiled, "You want to know about Ye Gucheng, and you want to know from me. No way, you know, I don't know much about Ye Gucheng. Even if I know, I won't tell you this little bastard. If you want to know about him, ask him to go."

Originally, Buqu wanted to inquire about his father from the side. When he heard the old drunkard's words, the former's question was stuck in his throat and could not be asked. He couldn't help but feel a little uncomfortable. Looking at the old drunkard, he could only smile bitterly and did not continue to ask.

"How dare you come here to be at the same table with me just now? I am not afraid of the stench on my old man's body, haha..." The old drunkard's eyes lit up, as if he had thought of something, looked at Buqu and asked,

"Senior is not conservative, he doesn't care about his appearance, but his heart, and his depth. When he sees his senior, he knows that he is a master. It's really a blessing for me to be at the same table with him." Buqu looked at the old drunkard, and felt a little unhappy. The other party actually refused his request directly. He was a little depressed and muttered, "You old drunkard, eat mine and drink mine. Now he is still rejecting my request openly. Hehe... Since you don't need vain gifts, I just make you feel uncomfortable and let you slap."

Therefore, as soon as Buqu spoke, he put a high hat on the other party, constantly calling the other party a senior, and specifically focusing on these two words.

"It's so sour, so sour."

When the old drunkard heard this, he looked at Buqu, laughed and said a few words one after another. With the help of it, the former smiled, "Although it is very sour, it is very pleasant. This is really a matter of time. I am very happy. I am very happy. I am very good at saying it, and I am very good at saying it. This flattery is comfortable, so comfortable. Young man, there is a future, and there is a future."
Chapter completed!