Evil Dragon Crazy Soldier King

Yang Fei was taken aback, this beauty resembling a classical lady is the renowned Susu from the Capital City?

This person let out a wail, crouched on the ground, crying miserably.

"Susu, you're trying to kill me here, if it weren't for my little skills, I'd be done for by now."

Susu slightly furrowed her brows.

She couldn't understand how Yang Fei, who just now had the demeanor of a Great Grandmaster, suddenly became a rascal.

She faintly smiled, her lips forming a charming curve, revealing crystal-like teeth, adding a touch of gentle femininity to her spirited face.

"Colonel Yang, you're being humble. If it weren't for your mercy, I wouldn't be able to sit here talking to you now."

Yang Fei dusted off his fists and got up.

"I've heard about the Four Extremes of Yiyun Studio, I've seen the treasures and antiques, and I've met Miss Susu. Now, for the fine wine, it must be savored thoroughly."

Susu smiled lightly and invited Yang Fei into the pavilion: "Colonel Yang, please, this way."

In an instant, two people who had been fighting to the death became close friends.

Yang Fei did not hesitate, striding into the pavilion.

There, on the pavilion's table, was a bronze beast head stove, with red-hot coals at the bottom.

A small square cauldron emitted a rich aroma of wine.

Yang Fei took a deep breath and was immediately surprised: "Is this Dharma Wine?"

Susu smiled slightly: "Colonel Yang, you have a good eye, this is Dharma Wine that I brewed myself."

"Collecting the ingredients wasn't easy, but luckily the wine is clear and refreshing. I would appreciate Colonel Yang's guidance."

As she spoke, she lifted the lid of the small square cauldron, and the fragrance of the wine wafted forth, rich and full-bodied.

Yang Fei just took a sniff and was already feeling a bit intoxicated.

Susu took a simple bronze wine cup from the side of the table and used a long-handled round ladle to fill it for Yang Fei.

Susu also poured herself a cup and raised it.

"Colonel Yang, I must apologize for my earlier offense, and offer this cup as an apology."

She toasted Yang Fei from afar, bringing the cup close to her red lips, but before drinking, Yang Fei waved his hand.

"If you call me Colonel Yang again, I won't be able to drink with you."

Susu smiled with pursed lips, her eyes clear as water, looking deeply at Yang Fei.

"In that case, may I boldly call you Brother Yang?"

Yang Fei laughed heartily, raising his cup: "Brother Yang it is, let's drink."

The two of them raised their cups and drank it all in one go.

After drinking, Susu's cheeks, like white jade, were quickly tinted with a blush, looking extraordinarily stunning.

She refilled the Dharma Wine and softly chanted.

"Since ancient times, the saints have all been lonely, only the drinkers remain known by name. This cup, Susu toasts to Brother Yang again."

With two cups of wine down, Yang Fei felt as if he had swallowed two pieces of burning charcoal, blazing within him.

His entire Qi of Origin Core became extremely vivacious, nourishing the meridians that had been damaged earlier, feeling warm and comfortable.

Susu, after drinking two cups of wine, looked even more stunning.

She smiled sweetly: "Since there's wine, how could there be no accompanying dishes? Susu will be back soon."

She stood up and left the pavilion, returning a few minutes later with a few light dishes from the kitchen, all being vegetarian, with a refreshing aroma.

Yang Fei picked up a chopstick of bamboo shoots, finding them fresh, delicious, and crisp, and couldn't help but praise them.

"No wonder the vegetarian dishes of Yiyun Studio are famous in the Capital, they're much better than the Manchu-Han Imperial Feast."

Susu smiled lightly: "I'm often busy with various affairs, these vegetarian dishes were made by my apprentice, please make do with them."

As she spoke, she changed to a different pair of chopsticks and picked up a piece of tofu for Yang Fei.

"The bamboo shoots earlier are named 'Is it an Old Friend Returning?', taken from Qin Guan's poem, under the western window, the wind sways the green bamboo, as if an old friend has returned. Now, try this piece of tofu."

Yang Fei put the tofu in his mouth, feeling it melt instantly, tender beyond compare, with a sweet plum blossom fragrance.

He couldn't help but express his praise: "Delicious, what's the name of this tofu?"

Susu's fingers, like spring onions, pointed to the bowl containing the tofu.

"This dish is inspired by a line of poetry, Brother Yang, care to guess?"

Yang Fei glanced at the bowl, with silken tofu in clear water, a few sections of scallion slanted, and a few plum petals floating above, with a fragrant aroma.

He pondered for a moment and suddenly remembered a line of poetry.

"Could it be 'Sparse shadows slant across the clear shallows, a faint fragrance drifts through the dusk'?"

Susu gently clapped her hands and smiled with pursed lips.

"Brother Yang is not only a martial arts expert but also well-versed in classical culture."

Yang Fei awkwardly chuckled.

In his memory, he seemed to have never studied, yet words flowed from him naturally, catching him by surprise.

Yang Fei realized that his lost memories were causing confusion again.

He might have been a top scholar during his school days.

Susu used her chopsticks to pick up a Four Happiness Meatball and placed it in his bowl.

Her gaze at Yang Fei had changed, showing more surprise and appreciation.

"Brother Yang, this Four Happiness Meatball is vegetarian, try it out."

Yang Fei took a bite, finding it so delicious that he almost swallowed his tongue.

He exclaimed: "What's the name of this dish, it's truly exquisite."

Susu smiled with pursed lips, her slender graceful fingers pointing at the bowl: "Care to guess again?"

In the bowl were twenty-four Four Happiness Meatballs, with a tender bamboo shoot as a garnish, hollow in the middle, filled with seasonings, yet none spilled out, preserving the soup's color.

Suddenly, Yang Fei seemed to understand, and he chanted.

"On the night of the bright moon at the twenty-four bridges, where is the jade figure teaching the flute? Magnificent creativity, excellent dish."

Surprise showed in Susu's eyes.

Each dish contained a refined poem, hard for ordinary people to guess.

Yet, Yang Fei, though seemingly carefree, was knowledgeable, earning her utmost admiration.

Thereafter, each time Yang Fei tasted a dish, he recited a matching line of poetry.

The meal was extremely elegant, yet quite tiring.

Once the meal was over, Susu's gaze at Yang Fei changed significantly.

From initial disdain, it turned into admiration.

Once the meal was done, Susu's gaze was as clear as water, with an undefinable connotation.

In front of this fine wine and delicious food, and this fairy-like beauty beyond the mundane, Yang Fei was relaxed and at ease.

However, even so, Yang Fei did not forget the Chu Family.

It's just unclear what connection the Chu Family has with Yiyun Studio, to be able to ask someone like Susu to intervene for Chu Liang?

With the meal finished, Susu cleaned up the table and brewed a pot of supreme Tea Da Hong Pao.

The two of them discussed poetry and prose, and stories of literary people, enjoying a pleasant conversation.

The more Susu and Yang Fei talked, the more astonished they became.

Her study of classical culture had reached a master level, yet when discussing poetry with Yang Fei, he was by no means inferior.

Susu had loved Chinese culture since childhood, and though only in her twenties, she had been studying it for more than ten years.

Such deep cultural foundation was hard to match.

However, Yang Fei, who seemed to act carefree, had an unfathomably deep cultural foundation.

This kind of person seemed only suited for poetry and painting, and scholarly pursuits, so why did he become a soldier?