In an instant, the atmosphere in the room became a little weird. Neither party mentioned their identities intentionally, but neither party knew what to say to get rid of the embarrassment at the moment. The invisible gap was instantly exposed, no matter how they went
No matter how you cover it up, you cannot deny its existence.
After all, she is a veteran who spends her whole life among dignitaries. Mrs. Guo Guo recovered faster than Lei Wanchun. She smiled, took a sip of wine, and quietly led the topic elsewhere, "I heard that my eldest brother was chasing after her back then.
After killing gangsters for more than three thousand miles, the victim was willing to give her life, but the eldest brother only took an egg from her hand. Is this true? "
"That happened further back!" Lei Wanchun was eager to change the topic and answered with a smile, "Almost twenty years have passed since the incident. I didn't expect that anyone would still mention it!"
"Can you tell me? I'm just curious!" Mrs. Guo Guo lowered her pink neck and poured Lei Wanchun a glass of wine with a smile. Then she refilled the wine cup in front of her and raised it with a smile.
"That happened during the Kaiyuan period!" Lei Wanchun raised his wine glass slightly to thank the hostess, and then took a sip, "I passed by Yixian that year and saw a little girl kowtowing at the gate of the yamen. Her forehead was full of tears.
He was bleeding, but the government officials refused to pay attention to him. He was so angry that he stepped forward to help argue. However, the government officials said that it was none of their business. The murderer had already run to Suiyou and fell to the ground.
Lei Wanchun's hands were weak, so he quickly took a step forward, stretched out an arm, and lifted Yang Yuhuan up. "Haha, you drank too much. Like I said, this drink has a lot of stamina. But it doesn't matter.
, just drink a few bowls of strong tea later, and you’ll be able to get rid of it!”
The maid at the door tried to get closer to help, but Xiangyin glared back with sharp eyes. Being drunk, Yang Yuyao staggered a few steps, but fell back involuntarily, "Does the elder brother also like Li Bai's poems? In fact, girls do too.
like very much."
"I'm afraid not many people will dislike Li Bai's poems!" Lei Wanchun wanted to find a helper to hand over to Yang Yuyao. He looked around, but found that the maids were all busy collecting charcoal basins and venison, and no one paid attention to him at all.
He had no choice but to steady Yang Yuyao's limp body and answered with a smile.
"Which song is your favorite, brother?" Yang Yuyao slowly turned her head, her eyes closed tightly, and her mouth opened slightly.
Lei Wanchun's heart suddenly shuddered. He finally remembered what he had boasted about Haikou in front of Zhang Xun. He calmed down and replied with a smile, "I'm a rough guy. I don't know much about poetry. I'll forget about it after I hear it!"
"
"Then, does the eldest brother know which song the little sister likes?" Yang Yuyao seemed to be drunk to the point of mud, her body pressed comfortably into Lei Wanchun's arms, with no intention of moving away.
Suddenly an idea flashed in his mind, and Lei Wanchun laughed loudly, "I'm afraid what you like is the phrase, 'I'm so drunk that you can go to sleep', right? Hurry up and call a servant, you are really drunk today.
Too much!"
"Brother guessed wrong! What I like most at the moment is another sentence." Yang Yuyao shook her head with a smile, opened her eyes slightly, her eyes were as gentle as wine, "'In the tortoise-shell banquet, you are drunk in your arms, but what is there under the hibiscus tent?'
