He stuffed it into his arms without any explanation, and Xia Yan sat upright as if he was holding a firecracker.
I saw him holding the child's back tightly with one hand, and encircling the child's armpit with the other hand. He looked intently at the sleeping child in the swaddling clothes. A smile could not help but rise on the corners of his beautiful lips, and he said softly: "
So soft."
I leaned over and said, "Yeah, it's so soft. I don't know when it will grow up."
Everything seemed like an unreal dream. Although the child belonged to Xia Huanzhi, I could see that Xia Yan was really happy. Although he could not personally congratulate him as an elder brother, he could hug the child with his own hands.
"That's great." Xia Yan's eyes showed a hint of warmth.
After he was addicted, the child was taken back to drink milk, and everyone began to drink wine wholeheartedly.
The military commanders were frequently active, and the Xia Kingdom had rules. Whenever they left the court, no one would distinguish between high and low at the banquet.
In other words, a fourth-rank official can drink with you as a first-rank official. If you don't drink, you won't give him face. Anyone who doesn't give face will have to punish himself by three drinks.
Civil servants usually stay far away at this time to avoid conflicts with military commanders.
Looking around, all the generals were holding large celadon bowls and clinking glasses with each other, while the row of civil servants were basically obediently eating their food without making any sound.
But there are some things that cannot be avoided. Several generals who had been angry on weekdays found Song Ke and put a hand on his shoulder. Song Ke still had a vegetable leaf in his mouth. Seeing this, he quickly sucked the vegetable leaf.
He asked, "What does this general do for you?"
"Stop talking nonsense, pick up the cup in front of you. Our general is so happy today that he doesn't even drink. Doesn't he give us the general face?" The other party pointed a thumbs up at the position behind him.
Song Ke declined dryly: "General, I really don't know how to drink, why not drink tea instead of wine..."
The general knocked Song Ke's cup down: "Is tea considered wine?"
"Didn't we mention tea instead of wine?" Song Ke whispered.
Di Qing came over and when he saw this scene, instead of trying to dissuade him, he fanned the flames: "Old Song, why don't you give me some face? My grandson is one month old today, and when your grandson is one month old, I will definitely drink him to pieces."
Song Ke looked towards us for help. Led by Pang Xiu, everyone turned away as if they couldn't see us, or toasted each other, pretending to be busy.
Song Ke had no choice but to drink a drink, but the other party was still dissatisfied: "Come on, good things come in pairs."
Song Ke's eyes widened: "I can't drink anymore, I can't drink anymore, I can't bear the power of alcohol."
Zhao Kou, who was sitting aside, suddenly stood up: "You are going too far. Academician Song doesn't know how to drink. What's the point of forcing him to drink?"
"Hey, isn't this the Minister of the Ministry of War?" Everyone immediately pointed their fingers at Zhao Kou.
Seeing that something was wrong, Zhao Kou quickly ran away, but was stopped by Di Qing and several powerful generals, who were Di Qing's capable generals.
Everyone gathered around and surrounded Zhao Kou.
We also enjoyed watching the jokes.
Zhao Kou usually always complains about poverty, and the most annoying thing about him is reading his memorials. This time, he also wanted to have a taste of being collected for debts. Of course, for Zhao Kou, as long as it is not about money, he doesn't care.
Being blocked and with nowhere to run, Zhao Kou was forced to drink two large bowls.
