The concubine is coming, please be gentle, my lord

Chapter 48

"It's not good at all, it doesn't mention war at all." The arrogant young man said unconvinced.

"Tsk tsk." Gu Xiaoqian clicked twice, "You are still inexperienced. When you reach that age, no matter how ignorant you are, you will have some common sense."

After finishing speaking, she poured herself another glass of wine. Not to mention the taste of the wine, it was just what she wanted.

"You are ignorant." The proud young man was annoyed.

"I'll give you a lesson for free," Gu Xiaoqian said after drinking another glass, feeling that his brain was too active today, and he couldn't help talking too much, "You know some poems, even if they don't mention it in a sentence, people just know it is it, such as Plum blossoms, there is a poem that says that, the more awe-inspiring the wind blows in the snow, the stronger the integrity of the flowers. When it is out of date, it will drift away, and the shame will beg for mercy from Dongjun. Look, isn’t this about plum blossoms?"

"You..." The proud and youthful face flushed, but Naihe couldn't refute it for a while.

"How about me?" Gu Xiaoqian smiled innocently, and the young man who watched him gritted his teeth, which was particularly embarrassing.

"I lost." The proud boy flicked his sleeves and returned to his side.

This is good, Gu Xiaoqian was in a good mood and drank another cup.

"You come to come up with the question." I don't know if the wine was so daring, I raised my finger, pointing at the handsome guy on the second floor, there are so many young talents present, but that person is an existence that cannot be ignored.

Mo Qingxian smiled. He didn't think it was abrupt to be pointed at. He originally thought that he would have a boring competition this year, but he didn't want to meet such interesting people in this Wangxian Building. Those poems he had never heard of Also very interesting.

"I have talked about poetry before, how about talking about words now?" The ending is destined to be that the girl who suddenly appeared downstairs wins, and she should come to appreciate poetry and songs.

"Okay." The impact of the handsome guy's smile was too great, his head was dizzy, and his face was hot. He quickly drank a glass of wine to calm himself down, and stroked his tongue, so as not to make a fool of himself later.

"There is a poem, I really like it, I can sing...sing..." After that, I really stuttered, but I can't make a fool of myself, so I poured wine for an excuse, and adjusted my state, "This poem was also written by a senior in Huaxia Village, His surname is Su and his name is Shi, his water tune...tune...tune..."

"What's the matter?" Huo Feitian noticed that something was wrong with Gu Xiaoqian and asked.

The wine delivery man next to Mo Hongzhen had a mournful face. The wine was the special wine of Wangxian Building, which was not available to ordinary people, and only certain people could have such an honor. Just now, a certain guest upstairs asked for this wine. As soon as he brought it out, he heard Someone clamored for a drink, but Manager Mo grabbed the jug and handed it over.

"That wine is brewed for a thousand days, also called three cups." The wine delivery man said tremblingly.

Hearing this sentence, Bian Jue and Bian Wutong looked at the woman on the field in surprise, others didn't know how strong the wine was, they had all drank it before, they really poured three cups, but Gu Xiaoqian drank a few cups ?five cups?six cups?

Sikong Jingheng frowned slightly, and Gu Xiaoqian's face was blushing, even if it was covered with a piece of leather, it could be seen that her formerly nimble eyes were stained with drunkenness, and she muttered something in her mouth, she looked very cute and cute people.

"I'll go, won't I drink too much?" Inheriting Gu Erniang's good drinking capacity, she didn't expect to fall carelessly today. Without such a trick, Gu Xiaoqian has the heart to scold her, and has already won two rounds, saying She can't lose in any third game.

"When the moon will be there, ask Qingtian about the wine.

I don’t know what year is the heavenly palace?

I want to take...take..."

The sky was spinning, the smell of alcohol rushed to the brain, his eyes were dazzled, and he fell down softly...

Quiet, utterly quiet...

what's the situation?
The tall man went over to catch the fallen woman in an instant, and held her in his arms.

Ignoring the gazes of outsiders, he picked up Gu Xiaoqian, nodded in the direction of Bian Jue, and strode out the door.

It's a pity, it's a pity, Huo Feitian stroked his snow-white fake beard, "Biancheng Lord, can we talk a few words..."

(End of this chapter)