Ming Dynasty: Regrets about the Jingnan Rebellion? I changed it in a dream!

Chapter 3: Supreme Discount, % Off
Yao Guangxiao smiled.

"Don't worry, he will come."

He has followed Zhu Di since the 15th year of Hongwu.

It can even be said that the time they spent together was longer than that of Zhu Di's sons.

In the fifteenth year of Hongwu, the Crown Prince, Prince of Han and others had not yet grown up.

But he was actually with Zhu Di, eating, wearing and living together.

Based on my understanding of Zhu Di's character.

He will definitely come.

Sure enough, not long after this sentence was spoken.

The doorbell rang.

Yao Guangxiao didn't even turn his head and said to Zhuang Mu with a smile: "Look, isn't he here?"

Zhuang Mu looked towards the door.

I saw an old man wearing a black robe walking in.

He looked at the old monk and then at the person at the door.

I couldn't help but wonder.

Do these old people like black clothes so much?

"welcome."

However, Zhu Di did not come in alone.

There was also a taciturn guard beside him.

It can also be felt that this new guest is of high status.

Zhu Di looked at this rather shabby tavern and just took a look at it.

It's so small, it probably can't hide an assassin.

However, Zhu Di still waved his hand.

I saw many plainclothes guards walking in.

Yao Guangxiao also knew that if he didn't inspect the tavern, Zhu Di would probably feel uneasy.

Over the years, he had experienced dozens, if not thousands, of assassinations.

One has to act with caution, especially when leaving the palace.

"Boss Zhuang, my friend has offended many people. Do you mind if he examines him?"

Zhuang Mu nodded.

"no problem."

This pub has basically nothing except glass cups and some wooden furniture.

The wine cellar for storing wine is also in the backyard, not inside the house.

After the inspection was completed, Zhu Di felt relieved and asked most of the Jinyiwei to wait outside the house.

Only a few Jinyiwei were left in the house.

Because the house is not very big, the temperature of the stove can radiate throughout the house.

do not know why.

I feel that this shabby little tavern is much more reassuring than my own magnificent and cold palace.

Zhu Di slowly came to Yao Guangxiao's side and sat down, looking at Zhuang Mu in front of him.

He said calmly: "You are Zhuang Mu, right?"

He also checked Zhuang Mu's identity.

There is no doubt that this pub was opened after Zhuang Mu's father passed away and he had observed mourning for him.

The only characteristic may be.

It seems that Zhuang Mu was a very sleepy person when he was a child.

This resulted in him not being able to learn his father's craft of brewing wine.

The tavern was not doing well. If it weren't for the old monk who often visited it, it would have closed down long ago.

Although this information was not recorded in the imperial court, it can be obtained by simply asking neighbors.

It's not a secret.

Zhuang Mu nodded slightly.

"Looking at your face, I think you must have been troubled by nightmares for a long time."

"Come here, I'm right here."

"I can't guarantee anything else, but I have the upper hand on dream interpretation."

"Since this is your first time here, um... I'll give you a 5% discount."

Listening to Zhuang Mu's words, Zhu Di smiled slightly.

"When did I ever negotiate the price for drinking?"

The emperor drinks and he needs a discount.

If this were to get out, people would think that Zhu Di couldn't afford to drink.

Hearing this, Zhuang Mu was also a little confused.

Are all powerful and wealthy people like this?
Not happy with the discount.

Yao Guangxiao just smiled after hearing what Zhu Di said.

Perhaps it was because of Zhu Di's suspicious character that he liked to scare people.

When he had nothing to do, he would scare officials. Of course, what he loved most was scaring his sons and grandsons.

"But I like the number ninety-five."

Zhu Di suddenly changed the subject and said with a smile.

Although he never bargained for the price when drinking, he liked the number "九五至尊" very much.

Then, Zhu Di took out a golden bean and placed it on the table.

"This is a reward for you."

Zhuang Mu looked at the golden beans in front of him and was suddenly confused.

So rich!
This isn't treasure notes or something like that, it's hard currency, better than gold, and you just gave it to yourself like that?
This isn't the way to spend money.

When a rich master gives a reward, he gives gold beans.

Although he was a little surprised, Zhuang Mu was not blinded by the golden beans, but said.

"No need for rewards, my tavern is mainly for trading."

"I'll save these golden beans for you to spend on drinking in the future."

"Just deduct it from here."

Zhu Di was slightly surprised.

Winemakers are actually a type of businessman.

It’s just that the items being sold are different. Logically, profit should be the most important thing.

I didn't expect that Zhuang Mu could remain unmoved by such a huge reward.

This actually surprised him.

Who would complain about having too much money?

Yao Guangxiao also spoke at this time.

"Hahaha, then you can deduct my drink money from this as well."

Zhu Di smiled and said, "Old monk, when did you become so shameless?"

After chatting, Zhuang Mu felt that Zhu Di's expression was not as nervous as before.

Then he said, "Then I'll mix the drinks."

The two nodded, indicating that Zhuang Mu could start.

The steps of mixing drinks are not very complicated.

Just boil water.

Then warm the wine as well.

Also put the glass cup into the warm water.

Otherwise, it would be very cold in this weather and my teeth would be frozen, especially since the two people in front of me are both old men.

The most crucial step is that he needs to inject the energy of dreams into the wine.

This step has been tried many times.

It only takes a moment to complete, after injecting dream energy.

The wine instantly changed from white to the color of the starry sky.

"This is?"

Zhu Di looked at this scene and was somewhat surprised.

This seems to be the color of the summer night sky, colorful and dazzling.

It seems that Zhuang Mu really has some skills.

I don't know how it got this color, but it looks more like it's drinking.

It’s better to say that you are drinking the sea of stars.

No wonder the old monk loves it so much, there is a reason for it.

Zhuang Mu pushed the two glasses of wine in front of the two men.

Yao Guangxiao gladly accepted it, but Zhu Di was a little hesitant.

Will it be toxic?
Upon seeing this, the plainclothes guards around him prepared to step forward to test the poison.

But he was stopped by Zhu Di.

He looked at Yao Guangxiao beside him.

He looked at the glass of wine that looked like a star again.

Pick it up slowly.

When Zhu Di picked it up, all the Jinyiwei in the room had already quietly put their hands on the hilt.

As long as Zhu Di had any accident.

Zhuang Mu will be beheaded.

Seeing this, Zhuang Mu hurriedly explained.

"Let me make it clear first. After drinking this, you will fall into a deep sleep."

"You will wake up in about a quarter of an hour."

Hearing this, Zhu Di raised his hand.

All the plainclothes guards let go of their sword handles.

He looked at Yao Guangxiao and saw that Yao Guangxiao had already started drinking.

And he was safe and sound. He felt a little uneasy, but he felt at ease in this pub.

He finally chose to believe it.

Otherwise, with his personality, he would never drink alcohol given by a stranger.

As the wine went down his mouth, Zhu Di felt a lingering warmth at that moment, and his restless heart was soothed by this warmth.

Followed by.

The nerves that had been in a state of high tension began to slowly relax.

A heavy sleepiness swept over his brain.

(End of this chapter)