Xu Qinghuan hoped that his brother would make some progress after the battle with Fuchuan and think calmly when faced with problems, so that he could gradually have the demeanor of the prince of the Hou family.
But she didn't expect her wish to be dashed so quickly.
The steward of the yard came in and reported: "Miss, you should take care of the prince. I don't know if something will happen if this continues. The yard is already full of wine jars. It seems that all the wine in Jiangyin Tavern will be bought."
Now, the two of them were drinking like water, with no intention of stopping.
Your Majesty, you won’t get the nobleman drunk like this, right? That would really cause trouble.”
This is not the first time that my brother has gotten into trouble because of drinking. He has been soaking in wine all year round and calls himself "the one who never pours a thousand cups." He rarely meets a rival at the wine table and often drinks others to the point where they don't know what happened. He was beaten by his father for this incident.
I scolded him many times, and today I relapsed into my old ways.
During the day, I was beaten by Song Chengxuan, maybe now I want to win the game at the wine table.
Xu Qinghuan told Feng Chu: "Help me go over and have a look." At first, he didn't want to come forward, but now it seems that he must go and have a look.
The breeze was blowing under the sweet-scented osmanthus tree, and the two of them were sitting in chairs, both looking very relaxed.
Xu Qingan was frothing at the mouth and spoke very freely: "When I was a child, I was the top tyrant in Beijing. No matter who saw me, I would hide away. I would do anything in heaven or on earth. Once, I became a flower girl in order to help my brothers.
I ransomed myself and sold a bow from my father. My father found out about it and threw it on the ground and beat me with a few sticks. Thanks to my sister dragging my mother over, my legs were not broken.
Later I learned that as long as my sister was around, I would be able to escape even if I was beaten again. My sister would help me invite my grandmother and mother to come at the critical moment.
My sister is a treasure, no one can easily deceive her away, not to mention that I am not happy, my legs are not happy either."
Xu Qingan was already so drunk that he still picked up a bowl of wine: "Come on, Mr. Song, let's have a drink."
Xu Qing'an drank it all in one gulp. Song Chengxuan didn't say anything. He gently turned the glass, put it to his mouth and drank it all.
Xu Qing'an said: "Mr. Song, why don't you tell me what you did when you were a child? You have such a good drinker, do you always go to prosperous places... Hehe... It doesn't matter... I will never talk about it at the wine table.
Side story."
When Xu Qinghuan heard this, he couldn't help but worry. Song Chengxuan's family had been broken up since he was a child, and he was living outside. He was fighting for his life outside all day long. He never had the chance to do those ridiculous things, and he wondered if his brother would arouse sadness.
Song Chengxuan didn't know what he was thinking, but he reached out and filled another bowl of wine for himself.
Something will happen if you drink any more. Xu Qinghuan was hesitating whether to step forward to persuade her when she felt a gaze directed towards her. She raised her head and met Song Chengxuan's clear eyes.
Song Chengxuan didn't look like he was drunk, so he was fine.
Xu Qinghuan glanced at the maid beside him: "Bring the sobering soup over and tell the prince that I will ask him to speak."
The maid nodded.
Xu Qinghuan walked to the Moon Gate and heard Xu Qingan's footsteps for a while. The sound of walking was much heavier than usual, and he was obviously half drunk.
"Sister," Xu Qingan stepped forward with a smile when he saw Xu Qinghuan, "What's wrong? Why are you calling me?"
Xu Qinghuan's face darkened: "Brother, it's not appropriate to drink anymore. It's already getting late. You and Mr. Song drank sobering soup and had some refreshments before sending Mr. Song back to rest. Mr. Song came here from Quanzhou, and he must still be still there.
There are military affairs, but my brother let him get drunk and miss the court affairs, what's the good thing?"
When his sister said this, Xu Qing'an shuddered and sobered up a little. However, he soon became drunk and became confused again: "It's okay, Mr. Song has a good drinking capacity. We didn't drink much, so don't worry, sister."
Looking at the red blood in his brother's eyes, he knew that he must be unconscious at this moment. Xu Qinghuan lowered his face and stopped talking.
Xu Qing'an saw that his sister was angry and did not dare to say anything more: "Okay, I understand, we won't drink anymore." Xu Qing'an then staggered back.
He didn't originally intend to drink so much, and he just drank bowl after bowl of it without knowing what was going on.
Xu Qing'an patted his head, trying to make himself more awake. Then he saw the wine jars in the yard, and he couldn't help being surprised. Without paying attention, he drank half the yard with Mr. Song. No wonder his sister was in a hurry.
Stop it, it's really his fault this time, if it hurts Mr. Song...
Xu Qing'an felt a twinge of guilt for the first time. Mr. Song was so kind to him and his sister, and was their savior. How could he harm others like this?
Fortunately, my sister reminded me in time.
"Sir Song." Xu Qing'an was about to speak, but when he saw the scene in front of him, his mouth opened wide in shock.
…
Xu Qinghuan ordered people to prepare a carriage. If Song Chengxuan could not ride a horse, it would be safer to send him back in a carriage. Unexpectedly, when he turned around, he heard his brother shouting: "Master Song, Master Song."
Xu Qinghuan's heart sank, and he couldn't care about anything else. He stepped out of the Moon Gate and walked quickly to check.
Song Chengxuan leaned on the chair, raising his head slightly. The soft light and the clear light of the moon shone on his face, making him look a little calmer and gentler than usual. His eyebrows were stretched and his eyes were closed.
Although he still held a tea cup in his hand, he remained motionless, as if he had fallen asleep.
Xu Qingan called a few more times, but Song Chengxuan still didn't move: "Sister, what should I do? Mr. Song seems to be drunk."
Xu Qinghuan sighed in his heart, his brother was really a troublemaker and would cause trouble wherever he went.
Xu Qing'an cried sadly: "Master Song fought so hard, how could he be so drunk? And he was fine just now, who would have thought that in the blink of an eye he would be... drunk."
The breeze blew on Xu Qinghuan's cheek.
Xu Qinghuan said: "Maybe I saw the wind and got drunk. Let Master Song calm down for a while." At this time, Yong Ye's shadow was nowhere to be seen, and he didn't know where Yong Ye had gone.
"It's all that Wang Er's fault," Xu Qing'an sat down again, "If it weren't for him, why would we be drinking here? We wouldn't be able to catch the wind."
Xu Qinghuan frowned, why is there something about the second master of the Wang family?
"Clean up the guest room," Xu Qinghuan ordered, "help Mr. Song go over and rest for a while."
She didn't know Song Chengxuan's preferences, and she didn't know if he had any other rules or whether he was willing to rest at her home. If there was a second way, she would not arrange it like this.
All I can think of now is to replace all the bedding with new ones, and that's the only thing that can be done if it's urgent.
"Where's Yong Ye?" A slightly deeper voice sounded.
Xu Qinghuan turned his head and saw that Song Chengxuan had opened his eyes and was about to stand up from the chair. He seemed to be more awake and stood there with a frown on his face, fighting against the alcohol.
"Brother..." Xu Qinghuan looked at Xu Qing'an, only to find that his brother who was not drunk after a thousand drinks was already lying on the table, and bursts of snoring came from his mouth.
Xu Qinghuan sighed in his heart and told Meng Lingyun: "Quick, help Mr. Song to sit in the room."
Meng Lingyun responded and was about to step forward. Song Chengxuan glanced at Meng Lingyun with a solemn face. Meng Lingyun's whole body was cold, as if he was frozen, and he stood there without daring to move.
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