The general in Zhou Chi's mouth was naturally Lu Zhishan. Before the last Mid-Autumn Festival, Lu Zhishan sent people to send a lot of osmanthus wine to the northwestern and southwestern armies of Tubo. It was just by some mistake that Zhou Chi arrived today. Drink this osmanthus wine.
"It's time to change your words," Lu Zhicheng curled his lips and said to Zhou Chi, "Now he should be called the heir emperor, and in a little while, he should be called the Long Live Lord."
Zhou Chi was startled, then smiled and drank a glass of wine, nodding his head and saying: "Yes, yes, it's time to change your words, it's time to change your words."
Lu Zhicheng saw Zhou Chi was about to pour wine again, and was so busy that he stretched out his hand to stop him. He took the wine bottle from Zhou Chi's hand and said softly: "Stop drinking, be careful and you will get a headache if you drink too much."
He had heard about Zhou Chi's drinking capacity when he was in Guangxi, and he was famous for drinking three cups.
Zhou Chi didn't insist anymore, but he couldn't bear to put down the wine glass. The white porcelain wine glass was playing with him in his hand. The small white porcelain wine glass moved back and forth flexibly on his fingertips, making his fingers even more slender and white. Looking at it, I don’t know which one is whiter, him or Bai Porcelain, which one is more moist.
Lu Zhicheng's gaze was uncontrollable at all. He kept following the white porcelain wine glass, and his heart was on fire. He didn't know that the hand was actually playing with the wine glass or his heart. Suddenly, Lu Zhicheng Cheng picked up the wine bottle and drank half the bottle of wine as soon as he raised his head.
"You have the nerve to stop me with your drinking capacity? We are just half a pound to half a pound, no one should dislike the other..." Zhou Chi pointed at Lu Zhicheng and laughed. He was actually a little drunk, so he laughed unscrupulously. He was two completely opposite people who were usually cautious and serious. He rested his head on his arm, tilted his head and smiled at Lu Zhicheng, "Hey, you guy came to stop me just now, hey, Lu Zhicheng, what do you want?" Shameless?"
Seeing his appearance, Lu Zhicheng's heart burned even more intensely. He pursed his lips and drank the remaining half of the bottle of wine in one go.
"Lu Zhicheng, you... you are quite interesting," Zhou Chi still smiled. His originally clear eyes were a little confused and a little water vapor. His habit of talking too much after drinking too much has returned. , "Lu Zhicheng, you said you don't want to be a wealthy prince, so why do you come to southern Xinjiang to suffer? Hehe, you are... stupid enough."
Lu Zhicheng couldn't help but curled his lips and smiled. He didn't say anything. Instead, he got down from the soft couch and poured a pot of bamboo leaf green again, poured it for Zhou Chi, handed it to him, and said softly: "Have a cup of tea and relieve yourself." Hangover."
"Yes, I like green bamboo leaves the most, hehe." Zhou Chi didn't take the tea cup, but drank half of the cup with Lu Zhicheng's hand, and then lay on the soft couch with his arms and legs spread out, rolling around. On the other hand, he let out a comfortable sigh, "It's so comfortable, so comfortable."
Lu Zhicheng looked at his childish look and couldn't help but laugh even bigger. He gently took the little table off the couch and took the blanket from the bed. He was about to give it to Zhou. On Chi Gai, Zhou Chi turned over and slid down his coat, exposing most of his back. Lu Zhicheng suddenly froze all over.
The injury on Zhou Chi's back has healed, but his injury was severe and repeated repeatedly, which took a long time, so it is inevitable that there are many traces left on his back at this time, winding and pink. , very dazzling.