In the next second, Kong Wenmin's whole body froze suddenly, and his eyes that were originally dazed suddenly became clear. Apparently he just woke up now, he suddenly turned his head to look at Kong Wenjie, and said with a black face: "I... I haven't drunk that sour scholar named Chen yet?!"
"That's not right! Brother. Don't call me your brother in the future, it's really embarrassing!" Kong Wenjie hurriedly talked about yesterday's incident with Kong Wenmin. "Tell me that you are a big and thick guy. You are at least half a head taller than Mr. Chen, right? As for the tendons on your body, I won't talk about it. With your physique, you can put a pestle in front of Mr. Chen. You just don't move and die If you stare at him, Mr. Chen will be afraid of you, won't you? You are good, but you pick what you are not good at. The result? Twelve glasses of wine. Mr. Chen went home happily , you went straight to the bottom of the table, so that my old man, my old nose, dragged you back to the house. I didn't know that the trouble was still to come. This night. You didn't have a moment Disgusted, vomiting and screaming. From time to time, you put your hands on the kang, good guy. If you don’t greet that little scholar with your fists, you are all at me. Look at your brother’s face. Isn’t it Are you more haggard than usual?"
Kong Wenmin really stared at Kong Wenjie's face, he wasn't worried about whether Kong Wenjie was really haggard, he was worried about something else, he asked nervously: "The one named Chen really has nothing to do. nothing?"
"No, he's very nice, he doesn't shake when he walks, that's like a wind, and most importantly, he doesn't blush! He looks like a wine putty!" Kong Wenjie quickly replied .
In fact, Chen Qingxuan was really not like what Kong Wenjie described, he was barely able to support himself in the magistrate's yamen, but as soon as he stepped out of the gate, his legs began to lose control, and finally he was sent back by the guards of the magistrate's yamen Yes, it was just out of mischief that Kong Wenjie told such a little lie, which made his usually calm elder brother into such a mess. He really admired Chen Qingxuan to death.
Sure enough, the next second, Kong Wenmin's face became even uglier, like an eggplant beaten by frost, he lay back with a "plop", gasped for a few breaths, and suddenly a carp straightened up, sitting up straight , gritted his teeth and shouted: "How can he drink alcohol as a scholar?! How can he drink alcohol?! It can be seen that he is not an honest master on weekdays! Maybe he is spending time and drinking! With his virtue, he still wants to climb the magistrate Gao Zhi'er, I'm pissed off!"
The corner of Kong Wenjie's mouth twitched: "..."
I said bro, is it really okay to be so sour
As soon as the words came out, Kong Wenmin felt regretful, he rubbed his nose embarrassingly, and at the same time said: "It's not a matter of climbing high, I mean, if he is really a serious scholar , how can he have the time and mind to drink? Since he can drink so much, he must have no time or mind to study seriously, so he must not be a serious scholar... "
"I said, brother... what do you want to say?" Kong Wenjie asked quietly.
"Say a fart!" Kong Wenmin bared his teeth and paws like an enraged lion, "If you don't hurry to wash up and get up, how long do you want to wait?!"
"I've been dressed a long time ago." Kong Wenjie stretched out his hand and lifted his quilt, revealing that he was fully dressed, while yawning and looking at Kong Wenjie's chicken coop with interest, "Brother, Did you sleep with this haircut specially after someone else’s chicken coop? Tsk tsk tsk, it’s so difficult... "
"Get lost!" Kong Wenmin was about to be blown out of anger, and kicked hard on Kong Wenjie's calf with a flying leg.
"Hiss! Where is there someone who picks people up and kicks them?!" Kong Wenjie gritted his teeth in pain, and while covering his calf, he looked at Kong Wenmin with an aggrieved expression, "I said, brother, you can't drink it." Is Chen Xiucai the only one who wants to vent his anger on me? Miss Fang is such a flamboyant little boy like Chen Xiucai, you are not angry, are you? But what does this have to do with me?! I am your own brother, and you are willing to do it ,let me tell you… "
"Shut up!" Kong Wenmin covered Kong Wenjie's mouth in a hurry.