"Come!"

Zhao Cuo sat proudly on the high place of the boat, proudly picked up his wine glass and greeted the two colleagues beside him, and said with a smile:

"I'll do it first."

At first he was not very motivated, but then he thought about it and invited people to have a drink. Isn't it annoying that he still looked like he was lacking in interest?

The good-natured young master quickly adjusted his state. Just as the dancers on the stage were wearing cooler clothes, he was not a eunuch. How could he not be interested at all?

So the emotions were naturally aroused.

"Young Master is so proud!"

Zhang Yintang watched as he drank all the transparent wine in the glass in one gulp, clapped his hands and shouted "Hello" in unison, and then he also picked up the wine glass and drank heavily.

"Drunk together!"

Wu Zhiyi, who was already a little tipsy, followed closely behind.

"I have long heard that Miss Huang Yan, who was wearing a brocade painting, danced beautifully, and today I saw that her reputation is indeed well-deserved! In the future, I will definitely find a woman who is good at singing, dancing, virtuous, virtuous, and has an attractive figure!"

Zhang Yintang shook his head and said.

"Brother Zhang, why do you only drink wine and not eat food?"

Zhao Cuo considerately put a peanut into his bowl, then picked up the wine flask and filled their respective glasses, shouting:

"One step at a time."

The young master didn't deliberately use his energy to control the drunkenness. After several glasses of wine, his eyes were dizzy and his ears were hot, which made him become even more wanton unconsciously.

"Why don't you move?"

After Zhao Cuo drank another drink, he found that Zhang and Wu were sitting there, as motionless as puppets.

"What does it mean to look like you've seen a ghost?"

The young master looked at these two guys in confusion, Zhang Yintang's mouth twitched, and Wu Zhiyi's eyelids trembled wildly. Now the eldest son Zhao was paralyzed by alcohol and his thinking was slow, and he couldn't react all of a sudden.

"Eh?"

Just when he was confused, the music in the lobby stopped, and the dancers on the stage had withdrawn at some point.

"What are you doing?"

Zhao Cuo muttered, stretched a little tiredly, and yawned:

"Keep playing music, keep dancing... hiss!"

He suddenly exclaimed and turned his head towards his left ear, which was pinched by a soft little hand. His somewhat dizzy thoughts suddenly came to his senses.

'No way……'

Young Master Zhao's eyes widened, and cold sweat suddenly ran down his forehead. He twisted his stiff neck and looked sideways like a robot.

What appeared in his eyes was a beautiful woman wearing a moon-white Confucian shirt.

Her innocent and soft little face was expressionless at this time.

"sister?"

Zhao Cuo forced a smile.

"go home!"

Zhao Sangxin suppressed the anger in her heart, grabbed his ears and walked out of the boat. She really felt that she was going to be pissed off, so she promoted her younger brother to Xiang Jing's circle of ladies, and then turned around and drank the wine.

Got caught in action.

"It's the shopkeeper! The accounts are in my name...it hurts!"

Young Master Zhao only had time to leave such a sentence, and then he was dragged out of the boat by his elder sister in full view of everyone.

"What to say!"

Zhang Yintang, who had always had a stiff face, suddenly waved his hand while suppressing a smile, imitating Zhao Cuo's tone, and said aggressively:

"I am the master of my house, so how can I, a woman, tell me what to do? Huh?"

"Kukuku!"

Wu Zhiyi smiled unkindly.

…

"I said sister."

Sitting on the carriage returning home, Zhao Cuo looked away in front of him and refused to pay attention to his appreciation. He suddenly reached out and took her delicate white jade hand.

Zhao Shanxin, who had been silent all this time, snorted coldly, but did not pull his hand back, and remained silent.

Although Mr. Zhao thinks he is right, it is obviously better not to talk to his sister about whether the Brocade Painting Boat is a brothel or something like that. Changing the subject is the right thing to do.

"Sister Shanxin, is your poetry meeting today also held on Yueba Lake?"

he asked with a smile.

"Um……"

Zhao Shangxin responded and lowered her head again. Now that she calmed down, she actually regretted it a little.

'It's not a child's fault anymore. I just didn't give him any face in public. He must be complaining about me in his heart, right?'

Correcting your mistakes when you know they are wrong is the principle that Miss Yangxin has always adhered to. If you cannot be upright and correct yourself, you are not qualified to educate your younger brother.

"Wrong."

Zhao Shangxin's tone softened, he raised his head and looked at Zhao Cuo with stern yet gentle eyes, and said sincerely:

"Sister shouldn't have lectured you in front of so many people just now. You are a man and you naturally have a good reputation. This is my sister's fault."

"Um?"

Zhao Cuo was stunned for a moment and looked at this elder sister in surprise, and the discomfort in his heart disappeared.

He has lofty ideals and doesn't care what others think of him, but it would be a lie to say that he doesn't mind what happened just now. If he didn't know how much this sister loves and cares for him, he would have turned against her already.

Now it seems that the child bride sister is worthy of his humility.

"First of all, sister apologizes to you..."

Having said this, Zhao Shangxin's eyes became serious again, and he pinched his cheek angrily.

"But there is something wrong with you. My sister just told you not to go to a brothel yesterday. How long ago did you forget about it? Although Chuojin Huafang calls itself a tavern, don't you know what it does in private?

"

"I'm just going to have a meal with my colleagues..."

Zhao Cuo retorted weakly.

"Then you got really drunk?"

Miss Yingxin rolled her eyes, and after a moment's hesitation, she sighed and shook her head.

"Forget it, your sister, who is such an adult, can't control you too much. I'll cook you a bowl of hangover soup when you get home and drink it obediently. I won't talk about you anymore."

"Um."

Zhao Cuo nodded in relief.

"But if you really dare to go to a prostitute, I won't forgive you!"

Zhao Shanxin stared at him fiercely and said.

"Know it."

"One more thing is..."

Miss Zhao paused and then said.

"I'm wrong about the poem on your desk. My sister went to your room this morning and saw it. You know that your sister can't compose poetry, so you took the inspirational poem you wrote and put it there to save your dignity. Doesn't that matter?"

"Poetry? Oh! It's okay."

Zhao Cuo said indifferently. He knew that the poems in his mind were a huge wealth in this world, but Mr. Zhao did not need to make a fortune from them.

After returning to the mansion, he drank the Love Rescue Soup under the supervision of his sister before being allowed to go back to his dormitory to rest.

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He didn't have to go to the office tomorrow, but he didn't want to be lazy, so he sat cross-legged on the bed and meditated all night.

…

"Is this a poem written by Zhao Cuo?"

In the East Palace of the Imperial City, the Empress Dowager Zhao, who had just taken a bath, wore long dark red hair that looked like flames, squinted her eyes and looked at the paper in her hand with interest.

"Speaking of which, there is also the matter of drinking at the Bihuafang..."

She turned her head and looked at the palace maid Fei Wu who was waiting on the side. Her majestic phoenix eyes with a light golden luster revealed a half-smile, her red lips parted slightly and she said in a high and unquestionable tone:
Chapter completed!