Shen Mingzhu took Biyun and others to her brother's Shuweiguan. When they entered, they saw several people in the brightly lit hall, each occupying a corner and drinking heavily.
Ling Xuzi was not in the group because he was a foreigner and did not drink. Instead, he was meditating in the room next to him.
She really didn't expect that these men who seemed to be calm and elegant on weekdays, all of them noble and arrogant, could have such an impulsive side, and why they wanted to drink like this was a rare occurrence.
Originally, there was an Eight Immortals table with a few chairs in the hall, but now they have all been removed and directly covered with cool Sichuan brocade lichen. The four corners were pressed with incense burners, and the elegant aroma filled the air.
The tables and chairs were removed and replaced with low couches. Six or seven men just sat on the couches, drinking heavily around a low table put together.
Among the few people, it seems that the eldest brother and Wen Songzhi are aboveboard now, and they talk a little more than before after drinking. Especially Wen Songzhi, who is full of talk, looks like a girl, but has a very forthright temper.
, I will drink alcohol to the end and will never refuse.
Shen Mingtang began to recite poems and write poems. After he finished writing, he asked Qingfeng Manyue to write them down quickly, saying that this gathering of these important people was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity and must be remembered as a souvenir.
He writes randomly, some for single people, and some for gatherings.
Marquis Wan Qing laughed softly: "Wan is a businessman, but he doesn't have much ink. Hearing Shen Hanlin's poems feels strange. After the Tang and Song Dynasties, many people in the world didn't like poetry anymore. I didn't expect that today, with the popularity of eight-legged essays, there would still be
I am truly lucky to be able to appreciate such beautiful poems, and I would like to raise a toast to you."
Shen Mingtang, who had saved his life in Daizhou, naturally respected him very much. How dare he say thank you? Wan Qinghou had already stopped saying his words of thanks, so he stopped being verbose and laughed, "The words of thanks are all in the wine."
It’s in.”
He said and drank it all in one gulp.
But over there, Xiao Xian became quieter and quieter the more he drank, his face remained unchanged, neither red nor white, it was still the same as before.
The only difference is that he has become calmer, and his eyes, which were originally as bright as obsidian, have become as clear as water washing, making people feel as if water is about to flow out.
He and Chu Ting drank two jars of wine together, and now he was casually chatting with Xiao Wen.
Xiao Wen, on the other hand, had not drank much alcohol. The excuse was that he was taking medication and could not drink.
These men are naturally not scoundrels and would never force someone to drink if they don't want to.
The more Chu Ting drank, the more energetic he became, and the more he drank, the more evil he became. Every extra glass of wine he drank would increase his evil aura.
And his voluptuous appearance and arrogant temperament will make him look even more evil. His red clothes are like fire, his black hair is like ink, and his eyes are like an evil vortex at the junction of yin and yang, with a fatal attraction like poppy flowers.
Shen Mingzhu's eyes fell on Wan Qinghou, this man she had never met in her previous life, but in fact he had given him a lot of help.
This is a man with great scheming and the ability to manipulate people's hearts. It is not an easy thing to be able to make his business the largest in the four countries.
Therefore, someone once asserted that if the world is to be unified, it must have the support of Wan Qinghou.
Some people even say that if Marquis Wan Qing is determined, he might be able to dominate the world.
