The guards announced the results. The generals were stunned at first, then applauded thunderously, and praised each other, vying to show their goodwill and approach, and asked for advice. Han Shaer pretended to be an ugly daughter-in-law who met her parents-in-law for the first time, clasping her fists here, cupping her hands there, and saying:
"I hit you by mistake, I'm ashamed of myself!" Liwu seemed to turn a blind eye and turned a deaf ear. He only ordered the guards to set up a fire to roast meat and open a jar to pour wine. Instead of his usual solemn and solemn face, he was as honest and honest as a big brother: "Today, I am a wine master.
Everyone is a drunkard, and you can drink as much as you want, but no one will be guilty of getting drunk!"
After a long time of being reserved, the warriors showed their true colors, eating meat and drinking from large bowls, with a boldness and roughness that dwarfed Gou Shiyun's master and disciples; they tossed their robes and rolled back their sleeves, guessed three and five, called father and mother, and used dirty words to hide their ugly appearance.
It makes the bandits pale in comparison.
In the heat and commotion, Liwu clinked bowls with others from time to time. When he came to Han Shaer, he said kindly: "Young people are terrible, no wonder my little monkey talks about you. Come, I will have three bowls with you!" Han Shaer held it in both hands.
Wine: "Gongsheng respects the prince!" After drinking, Liwu said enthusiastically: "You can drive away assassins and have superb archery skills. Well, you are a good seedling. Why don't you join the army? I promise to start from General Wuwei for the time being.
, how about giving rewards based on merit?"
Ba Heng looked expectant and urged to agree, but Han Shaer calmed down and offered him a fourth-grade title. Was he trying to recruit him? He had beaten Zhen Ji Chongliang, destroyed the powerful black-shirted team, and became a second-grade governor.
Chuo Chuo - I had no such thought or intention, so he replied respectfully: "Thank you for your kindness, Your Majesty! Gongsheng has a loose temperament and cannot stand the restraint of military discipline on weekdays. Whenever war breaks out on the border, he will serve in the battlefield through fire and water." Rejected!
Liwu was not annoyed, and said with a little regret: "It doesn't matter, there are occasional frictions on the border, and I won't be able to make great achievements for a while. Let's share other things with the court first! If there is anything missing, just teach Baheng Mansion to get it." The counterpart said that he obeyed the order.
Han Shaer nodded, smiled, and turned away...
When literati drink, they use sour words and elegant orders, drink lightly and slowly, which sets the stage for them to become drunk and intoxicated in the end. When martial artists drink, they change clothes when they enter the house and go to bed after changing clothes. They want to fight quickly and just want to have a good time.
That kind of, no, after more than half an hour, most of them were staggering around.
The guards sent all the generals home to settle down. Han Shaer knew that he refused to win over forcefully and was bored for a long time, so he stood up and left. Baheng sent them off and said that he had revealed the ownership of the abandoned racecourse. Bahuang had no objection and asked him to leave.
He told Han Huiyuan that she had drunk too much the day before yesterday and asked Han Huiyuan to put aside the past grudges. We don't owe each other any money. She would be happy to help whenever we need money in the future, whether it is for money or to say hello to the Yamen.
Han Shaer really wanted to kick him. You are like a raindrop on the top of a mountain. Don’t you have any reserves? Forget it, a big belly can accommodate a taller person. If the two don’t owe each other, then the two don’t owe each other. It’s good to be strangers.
Yes, there is no need to worry about trivial matters. I thought quickly and asked Baheng to bring the green horse that he had ridden, ask for a badge from the outer gate of the imperial city, and specifically asked him to report it to his father, and then he rode away.
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Going west along Jinguang Street, detouring halfway to Junmafu Street, we saw sedans and horses waiting in line. I couldn't help but sigh, how many people bowed down to the pomegranate skirt in front of the great husband; they talked in vain about the Tao of Confucius and Mencius, and bent their knees to catch up with the rich!
Suppressing the coldness of teeth and sorrow, I left Chang'an for the racecourse.
The reins were tied at will, and he practiced jumping and leaping in the grasslands, woods, hills and ravines, and practiced the iron-arm divine palms. Amidst the low roar, the eighth level of Prajna was struck, thunder rumbled, and a mountain suddenly collapsed, revealing the entrance of a cave with thick yellow smoke.