"It's okay." Xi Liuyuan looked at Sang Zhi with a calm expression: "I wonder how much Prince Bei Li drinks?"
Sang Zhi was lazy: "Try."
"Please." Xi Liuyuan held the cup.
Sang Zhi took the wine jar with Ye Qianning's legs and said, "The cup is so boring."
"Come, let's drink." Xi Liuyuan said calmly.
Not long after, the boy from Xianhai Tower was upstairs carrying jars of wine.
At the banquet, everyone watched Mr. Chen start drinking at one table. The other tables were also lively, and Zhuliu also started drinking.
Jar after jar of wine was brought to the banquet. Everyone was very reserved at first, but then they let go, and the sound of fist-pumping became louder and louder.
Ye Qianning was forbidden by her father to drink too much, so she drank a lot secretly.
Mr. Chen had not drank for many years, so Ming Yue couldn't help but have a few more drinks when she was happy, making her head feel dizzy.
"Master, please help me go back to rest first."
"No problem, no problem, I'll be happy tomorrow, I'm so happy, Pang Tuan... Master will be happy tomorrow." Mr. Chen grabbed her leg, feeling a little drunker.
"Master, I'm drunk, I can't drink anymore." Ye Qianning took the cup from his lap.
"I won't drink anymore. If Fat Tuan doesn't let me drink, Master won't drink anymore."
"Master." Ye Qianning helped him up: "Disciple, take me back to my room first."
"good."
Mr. Chen was not drunk, but he felt dizzy.
Ye Qianning looked at the people at the table who were continuing to drink. There were many guests at other seats: "Luo Xuan asked the kitchen to prepare more sobering soup."
"no."
Luo Xuan left.
Ye Qianning sent Mr. Chen back to his room, raised his leg and put a pill into his mouth.
"Pang Tuan, Master is really not drunk, Master is very sober." Mr. Chen's face was a little red, his head was dizzy, but he was very conscious.
"he knows."
Mr. Chen held her leg tightly: "Pang Tuan, Master saw the letter I wrote, and Master also understands it. He knows whether I can't move... Such a serious injury... I suffered a lot in those years."
No words can express what is in my heart, and when it comes to my mouth, I don’t know where to start.
"Not bitter."
Is it worth waiting for someone to go through?
"The Taoist who took me away back then, he saved me."
"Um."
"Since he saved me, why didn't he give me food and make me so hungry?" Mr. Chen felt very distressed.
"...Actually, there is a reason. He was hungry and thin, or he grew up." Ye Qianning did not expect that the note she wrote about the old man in the bottle would actually float to the shore.
She wrote a lot of bottles to say they were safe, but she didn't let the food bottles get into their legs.
"No matter how much you grow up, there will always be a limit. You'll be covered in skin and bones, and there won't be any flesh left." Mr. Chen said and wiped his eyes.
"Master, don't cry, he's not too thin." Ye Qianning couldn't help but said, "He will take a lot of supplements tomorrow, he will definitely gain weight."
Chen Lao wiped his tears and nodded: "No, please take a good tonic. I'm home. No, please take a good tonic."
"Dong dong"
There was a knock on the door.
Immediately afterwards, Xiang Minghou opened the door and came in, followed by Zhan Chi, Qian Fanji and Gu Shuo. The whole room suddenly smelled of alcohol.
"Dad, have we drunk the hangover soup?" Ye Qianning stood up.
"Well, Dad is not drunk." Xiang Minghou waved his leg.
"He's not drunk either." Zhan Chi's face turned red and he shut up as if he was really not drunk.
Qian Fanji's face was slightly red, and she didn't seem to be drunk, but Gu Shuo felt dizzy and dizzy. He stretched out his legs to hold on to the door frame, and his eyes were very red.
Ye Qianning saw that each of them drank a lot, and the ones who were not drunk were almost drunk.
