Wu Zheng said: "No matter what happens in this world, everything is in my own hands. The only thing I can push is one!"
"Brother Wu, you are giving up the roots and chasing the ends! Treat the symptoms rather than the root cause..."
"Where is so much nonsense, are you going to leave?"
Linghuzhi smiled and stood up and said, "Walk and go, just go, but you have to pay for this meal today. Who told you to drive people out?"
Wu Zheng smiled slightly: "No problem."
"That's it! Why don't we change the place to drink? This Spring Garden drink is weak! Only suitable for children to drink."
"Where can Brother Linghu go?" Wu Zheng asked.
Linghuzhi smiled triumphantly: "I think the Jingui Tower of Cheng Xiaojin's kid's house is pretty good. Brother Wu dare to go with him?"
"Do you dare to do this, let's talk about it first, whoever is drunk will treat him."
Linghuzhi laughed: "That's OK, we're all set."
People who haven't drunk the green plum wine of Cheng Xiaojin's are easy to be fooled, but for Wu Zhengna, who has drunk it once, it is not a threat.
So less than an hour before and after, Linghuzhi was carried back by his loyal servant, and before that servant went out, he glared at Wu Zheng.
It’s not to blame Wu Zheng for being insensitive to the young master, of course there may be a little bit too. In Wu Zheng’s opinion, the people who care more may be that he ordered a few tables of banquets totaling 800 taels of silver in the Jingui Tower. It's also counted on his young master!
Who calls your own cook who is lazy! Normally cooking for the family has already made her very busy, and I will invite so many people to eat tomorrow, even if it is with her man Niu Er, she can't be too busy!
But it's all right now, there is Linghuzhi's treat.
Linghuzhi was carried home by his loyal servant and stayed asleep until the fifth shift before waking up.
After waking up, his head was so painful that he exploded, and he was holding his forehead with a thought, that is, how can Wu Zheng drink so much? Three jars of green plum wine! I feel like my stomach is going to be burned by alcohol, so how could that kid have nothing to do with it.
"Zhier, are you awake?"
Linghuzhi looked up, but saw that it was his father.
"Father, have you been guarding the child all night?" Linghuzhi asked in surprise.
Linghu Deshuo nodded and said, "You are vomiting blood. Can you worry about your father?"
"The child vomited blood?" Linghuzhi looked at his father in a strange way.
Linghu Deshuo nodded: "Yes, but the imperial doctor has seen it. It's just that you drink too much and hurt your spleen and stomach. It doesn't matter. What happened to you? Why did you drink so much alcohol? Don't even have a small life?"
Linghuzhi sighed and said, "Father, what do you think of the child's drinking capacity?"
Without waiting for Linghu Deshuo's answer, because Linghuzhi didn't remember that his father had praised himself from the beginning, he went on to say: "My boy thinks that his wine is not bad. Compared to his father, it must be the back wave of the Yangtze River. Qianlang! Whether in Hangzhou or in the imperial capital, who has ever drank a child? But today... Alas! Today, the child kicked the iron plate and ran into a guy who could drink wine as water."
"You mean that kid Wu Zheng?" Linghu Deshuo sighed.
"Father, do you know he can drink?"
"Those who can brew the strong liquor like sweet potato burning are naturally drunk. You have been going to Manyuanchun to find that girl Shishi these few days. Is it possible to accomplish this to wait for him?"
Linghuzhi said: "I often hear my father talk about this person, so I'm not curious about it! What kind of person is he? It is worthy of your father's mind."
Linghu Deshuo smiled and said, "I saw it today, how do you feel?"
"The feeling for the child is a different kind. He is different from everyone who has come into contact with the child. If you say it nicely, you are open-minded, and if you say it badly, then it seems that there is nothing in this world worthy of his fear. This is not a good thing, this person has to be a little scared, otherwise it would be easy to bring himself to death."
"Are you worried about him?"
"By the way, my father discovered today that Wu Zheng not only writes poems well, but also writes articles. Today he did it again and said to Ailian, "Father, do you want to listen?"
"Your head doesn't hurt anymore?" Linghu Deshuo said.
"Speaking of him, the child's head doesn't seem to hurt anymore."
"Then just read it and listen!"
"The flowers of water, land and vegetation are very lovely. Jin Tao Yuanming only loves chrysanthemums. Since Li Tang, the world has loved peonies very much..."
Have to... (End of this chapter)