Son of Heaven

One person poured a large bowl full of wine.That big bowl of wine is at least eight taels, which is almost a catty less. Let alone drinking it, ordinary people will feel dizzy.Although it is good wine, if you drink it in this way, it may kill you.

Liang Chen remained calm, he just glanced at the wine, then raised his head to look at Yang Zhongyong, his expression was calm, like a deep ocean, he couldn't see what was going on in his mind right now.

Yang Zhongyong knew countless people, but he had never seen such a profound young man like Liang Chen, and he couldn't see through it at all. For a moment, he couldn't help being a little amazed, and became even more curious about Liang Chen.

Picking up the bowl of wine, he drank only one word, "Dry it." Then he drank it all in one gulp, wiped his chin boldly, belched out the breath of alcohol from his chest, and didn't say anything, just looked at it with his eyes. Liang Chen.

Liang Chen smiled slightly, picked up the wine as well, and drank it in one gulp. As soon as the wine entered his throat, it was refreshing and refreshing, like standing on a cloud with a breeze blowing by, or washing his body and mind in a clear spring stream. He couldn't help but praise "Good!" "Character. [

"Pour wine!" Yang Zhongyong drank again, and the two guards continued to fill up. He actually didn't even look at Liang Chen, and drank with his neck up. He drank another bowl of wine, at least six or seven taels a catty. Alcohol, the old man is almost seventy years old, and he is unambiguous at all, even his face has not changed.

On the other hand, Liang Chen also drank the second bowl of wine calmly, without changing his face, and there was still that unpredictable and deep smile on his lips, which made people unable to figure it out.

"Good boy, he has some skills. Do you dare to have another bowl?" Yang Zhongyong looked at him appreciatively. This is always the case with soldiers. Wine quality depends on character. People with better alcohol capacity are natural in their eyes. The better it is, the better it is. Although it feels a little blind, but from a certain point of view, it actually makes sense.After all, wine is strong and courageous, and those who dare to drink and drink will be more brave on the battlefield. They don't know how to be afraid, and those who dare not even drink, what will happen to the battlefield? !

"There is no such thing as daring or daring, only whether to drink or not to drink. The master has his own orders, and the Hakka should follow them." Liang Chen said incomparably chic.

"Up." Yang Zhongyong looked at him more and more appreciatively, and drank again.

Another full bowl of wine was poured. At this moment, the inside of the jar is empty. This small jar can hold up to five catties of wine, but after so many years of cellaring, there is only about half of it left, exactly three bowls ,

Yang Zhongyong picked up the wine bowl, this time he didn't drink directly by himself, but raised the big bowl, and touched Liang Chen unexpectedly, "Go ahead."

He leaned his neck back and drank it, put the wine bowl on the table, opened his chest, looked up to the sky and exhaled the hot smell of wine, drinking it so happily.The wine intensifies the heroic spirit, looking forward, the tiger is full of power, as if the old general who jumped on the horse and held the gun in the past has returned to the battlefield.Standing forward with raised eyebrows and holding a knife, he is arrogant without armor.

"So what's the matter if you're drunk, your breasts are still open, and your temples are a little frosty?" Liang Chen looked at the old general in front of him, who was still unabated, and couldn't help cheering secretly, and murmured this poem in a low voice.

"Haha, good boy, it turns out that you also like Layman Su's poems." Yang Zhongyong beamed with joy, pointing at Liang Chen and laughing, Liang Chen's words just tickled his itch.