Di Fuyi also ate an egg with her and drank three glasses of wine.
Seeing that she wanted to pour the wine herself, he flicked his sleeves and put away the wine gourd: "You can't drink too much of this wine."
Gu Xijiu was not satisfied: "I have a high drinking capacity. Even if I drink dozens of drinks, I won't get drunk! Since we want to drink, let's drink quickly! It's not a man to be a mother-in-law like this!"
Di Fuyi looked at her flushed cheeks and said slowly, "You are not yet an adult, so you are not allowed to drink like this."
Gu Xijiu took his hand and grabbed the wine gourd: "I said, it's just that the face is tender..."
She was a little dizzy, staggered, lost her footing, failed to grab the wine gourd, and fell into his arms...
Her behavior now is very different from before. She is obviously a little drunk, and there is a faint smell of alcohol in her breath.
Di Fuyi helped her upright: "You're drunk!"
He regretted letting her drink so much. He thought she had a divine constitution and it didn't matter if she drank six cups for a hundred days. In this regard, he overestimated her...
"I'm not drunk!" Gu Xijiu looked serious, tried her best to sit in a majestic posture, and looked at him majestically.
If she didn't have this baby face, she would still look very imposing. but-
This face betrayed her. When she was so serious, she didn't feel so majestic, but instead felt cute for no reason.
Di Fuyi suppressed his laughter: "Well, you're not drunk."
Gu Xijiu shook her head and said proudly: "That's right, I'm not drunk even after a thousand drinks, and your little wine is just a drizzle. Don't even think about fooling me!"
"Well, I don't dare fool you."
Di Fuyi responded casually and gave her a pill.
Gu Xijiu frowned: "This is not that kind of magic pill."
"Of course it's not, it's a hangover cure."
"I told you, I'm not drunk! I don't want to take anything to relieve my hangover!"
"Be good, eat it, and when you wake up, I'll give you the elixir you've been dreaming about."
Although her drunk appearance was extremely rare and very beautiful, Di Fuyi was still determined to let her sober up, because then she would take the initiative to practice and not let down the candle dragon egg he had worked so hard to get...
Gu Xijiu was obedient this time and swallowed the pill—
Di Fuyi seemed to be doing it intentionally or unintentionally: "Does the god have a name?"
name
Gu Xijiu's mind was knotted and she couldn't remember for a moment, but she didn't want to show her timidity and snorted: "The gods don't need names..." She tugged on his sleeves and tried to get another gourd of wine: "Is there any more wine? Drink more…”
I like drinking so much—
Di Fuyi looked at her: "If it's too much to call you God all the time, why don't you give the God a name by the immortal, and call it Wedding Wine?"
"Good... what a good name. I didn't expect you to have the talent for naming." Gu Xijiu simply grabbed his collar: "Why don't you become my disciple?! Once you do... become my disciple, you can name your master. …”
Di Fuyi: "..." Why does he feel so upside down
It should be the master who can name the disciple, right
He looked at her tender but serious little face and jokingly responded: "Okay, if you are willing to call her by this name, I might as well be your apprentice."
Gu Xijiu had always admired this young man subconsciously and had the idea of accepting him as a disciple.
She just felt that he was too scheming, which made her a little unhappy, and she was a little hesitant about accepting a disciple. Besides, Di Fuyi was also extremely proud, so even if she said it, he might not agree.
This person's Kung Fu has his own style. Even if he doesn't become a disciple, his future achievements will be limitless.
…
Will the Emperor's University be a disciple? Take a guess.
(End of chapter)