Taking a look at Young Master Wu who didn't know if he was in a daze or resisting his nausea, Wu Zheng laughed and said, "Master Wu eat! The cow blinds are gone, isn't there something else?"
"I… "
Wu Mingyue wanted to say that she had eaten enough, but Wu Zheng interrupted, "By the way, how can we eat hot pot without alcohol? I am negligent and negligent."
After speaking, Wu Zheng poured a glass for Wu Mingyue, and then took his own glass and touched her with a smile: "Brother Wu, let me go."
"Where is Brother Wu from?" Wu Zheng asked casually.
Wu Mingyue quickly put down her glass and said, "A person from the capital of God."
"It turns out that Brother Wu's family lives in the Shendu, I said! Why do you look so familiar, Brother Wu, honestly, have we met somewhere before?"
"Yes... Maybe not!" Wu Mingyue quickly picked up the wine glass and took a sip for herself with some guilty conscience.
When Wu Zheng saw that the glass was empty, he offered her wine again, and asked, "If you think about it, have we really not seen it?"
Wu Mingyue subconsciously picked up the wine glass and said: "It shouldn't be there!"
Wu Zheng scratched his head: "It seems that I really remembered it wrong. Come to Brother Wu, let's go one more!"
Pushing the cup and changing the point, Wu Mingyue’s cheeks are already red, and she swayed to clink glasses with Wu Zheng. The whole person feels like driving away in the fog, but she never admits it and vowed to be with Wu Zheng. There is a male and female on the wine table.
It’s not once that Cheng Xiaojin came around from the bow and pulled Wu Zheng’s sleeves from behind, but Wu Zheng, who seemed to be clever, stupidly didn’t understand his suggestion, and yelled: "I said Brother Cheng Why do you guys behave like a bitch and keep talking about my sleeves for what?"
Cheng Xiaojin's face was hot when Wu Zheng said that he was angry, and he didn't care about his anger. Anyway, I am your brother, and I won't cut your head if I want to come. The big deal is to be reprimanded. Then I will have to see you. Could it be so arrogant.
Wu Mingyue wanted to share a rivalry with Wu Zheng at the wine table, and that was undoubtedly looking for abuse. Not until Cheng Xiaojin left in anger, the two began to hook their shoulders together.
Of course, it was Wu Mingyue who hooked her shoulders. At this moment, she seemed to really think of herself as a man. After drinking and talking about Dashan, it was a heroic spirit. If her mouth was not big, she would be more like a hero.
Song Feier and Yin E looked amused, knowing that their mate was deliberately mischievous, but they didn't break it. As the saying goes, it’s not that the family doesn’t enter the house. Wu Zheng is messing around. These two women also find it funny. They deliberately tease the girl who pretends to be a man and dare to play tricks in front of her mate. Isn’t that looking for abuse
Now both of them are looking forward to it, looking forward to whether this girl surnamed Wu will scream through half of the gods after she wakes up from wine.
The Hundred Flowers Festival on the Hundred Flowers Stage is gradually coming to an end. The last poem show will begin. Although there have been a few good poems flying out before, but a few of them are used to add to the excitement, and the most lively time is this. In the last part of poem publishing, at that time, thousands of troops must break out of the besieged city and push the entire Baihuasheng to the real world.
Cheng Xiaojin lay on the railing of the bow, holding the poem written by Wu Zheng in his arms, looking at Wang Chunxia among the hundred flowers on the Baihuatai, but he hesitated in his heart that the poem he had asked Wu Zheng to end. Do you want to give it to her, or that he was worried about whether he would want it to her when he gave it to her, would she not let him get off the stage.
The fire tree and silver flower upstairs in Baohua looked like a huge sacred tree standing in the southeast corner of the imperial city from a distance.
The floor upstairs was polished and shining, but it was not as slippery as the spring garden in the right-photographer's home. The reason was that the emperor prepared a pair of hemp socks for everyone who fell down.
A pair of hemp socks is not only to prevent slippage, but also to hide odor.
In this big banquet of hundreds of people, everyone took off their shoes and sat on the ground. Who can guarantee that everyone's feet are smelling? Besides, there are ninety-nine old people from the Ming Dynasty and hundreds of military attachés from the military. These people have taken off their shoes. If there is no way to hide the taste, then the whole banquet Isn't it stinking
In order to solve this problem, a smart eunuch has developed this pair of seemingly ordinary but not simple hemp socks. Everyone puts on a pair not only to make everyone's foot odor disappear, but also to make the whole banquet. The hall was filled with a faint sandalwood incense, which is refreshing and can set off the whole banquet with a more high-end atmosphere.
Linghu Deshuo sat in the middle of a group of old men, and was polite to every old man who talked with him. He felt very easy-going and didn't have the smell of a prime minister. If it weren't for his purple round-necked robe, Dai Yuyao... (End of this chapter)