Fuxing Mengfei

Chapter 212 I Underestimated You, Playing Crazy and Being Stupid
Damn little thing, sitting next to her is such a big living person.

can not see?
Also ask Xie Wudi at the side for help.

Xuanyuan Chen's face darkened in an instant, but thinking about last night's plan, he suppressed the anger in his heart, and looked at Xie Wudi calmly.

"Small bowls are indeed too strong to drink. If you get hangover from drinking, you may delay your homework tomorrow."

Xie Wudi calmly raised his wine glass: "It's laziness to teach laxly, my lord, I have the guts to drink this glass of wine for the small bowl."

"Master, is there something in your words?"

Xuanyuanchen snorted coldly: "Tonight is a bright moonlit night, and I feel homesick for thousands of miles. I am afraid that my master will be far away from home. The guests are as you like. I will drink this glass of wine first, and my master can do whatever you want."

"How can I live up to the kindness of the prince?"

Xie Wudi's eyes were as elegant as the moonlight, he took the wine glass and drank it down in one gulp.

Mo Xiaowan couldn't take care of the side concubine Feng who was at a loss, she was overjoyed, and drank and drank, she had better get drunk!

She jumped down from Uncle Xuanyuan's side, picked up the jug in secret joy, and filled wine for Xuanyuanchen and Xie Wudi respectively.

"Uncle Xuanyuan, Master, the moon is shining brightly over the sea, and the horizon is at this moment, come, come, drink this glass of wine quickly."

Xie Wudi glanced at Mo Xiaowan unexpectedly, wondering how such a novel poem came out of her mouth?
Out of etiquette, he picked up the wine glass suspiciously, toasted with Xuanyuan Chen in the air, and drank it down in one gulp.

Two glasses, two glasses!
Mo Xiaowan was overjoyed, picked up the flagon and filled it with wine: "Look up at the bright moon, and look down at your hometown. Master's home is thousands of miles away. It coincides with the Mid-Autumn Festival, so I will definitely miss you even more."

"Nung, moon and new moon!"

Mo Xiaowan filled a glass of wine for Xuanyuan Chen: "Uncle Xuanyuan, you can have another glass of wine with Master!"

Xuanyuanchen raised his glass from the air, smiled meaningfully, and drank it down again.

Mo Xiaowan, who had tasted the sweetness, was overjoyed, no matter what, he must use Emperor Xiewu to get Uncle Xuanyuan drunk tonight.

She can't drink enough, and Master Xie Wudi is still there!
Haha!

Success or failure is here.

"Raise a glass to invite Mingyue, and form three people against Yingying!"

Mo Xiaowan suppressed the excitement in his heart, and searched his stomach to come up with a poem to persuade him to drink: "A man should drink alcohol boldly, such a small cup is not manly."

Mo Xiaowan winked desperately at Uncle Lu who was beside him: "Uncle Lu, go to the wine jar, my Uncle Xuanyuan and Master are both unrivaled heroes, drinking in such a small cup is so aggrieved."

Uncle Lu knew the prince's drinking capacity. He was an old man from the Eight Princes' Mansion, and he knew his prince best. He didn't drink the glass of Concubine Feng's wine for Mo Xiaowan at first, but he wanted to get Xie Wudi drunk.

"Okay!"

Uncle Lu waved his hand, and a few servants brought up ten jars and eight jars of wine.

The wine jars were laid out on the table, and Mo Xiaowan was scratching her head thinking about the poems and songs to persuade people to drink. Unfortunately, these two people were very interested in drinking. Seeing the five jars of wine go down, she really searched out the poems in her stomach.

She was at the end of her words, but she didn't know that those concubines and aunts had been stunned!

They all thought that Mo Xiaowan was a troublemaker, but they didn't expect to open their mouths at a young age, which shocked them a lot.

These ladies all had some ink in their stomachs, and when they heard Mo Xiaowan's words, they were stunned for a moment!

The way Concubine Feng and Concubine Cheng looked at Mo Xiaowan changed again and again.

Especially Concubine Feng, secretly hated herself for underestimating Mo Xiaowan, who was pretending to be crazy and foolish. The master taught her for only a few months, and these poems and songs were a bit reluctant to say what the master taught her.

Then, it must have been taught by that dead mother Mo Xiaowan.

　Recommend Bean Sprout Grass Meng pet article "Cute Disciple Strikes: Master Lie Down" She is just a bit dirty tease, "Master, shall we adopt him as a son?" "If you want a son, I can help you. "

　　


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