Li Ke was forced to bring three jars of good wine from the palace to Cheng Yaojin's mansion. When he arrived, he found Du Ruhui and Fang Xuanling waiting there.
"This is?"
"Little child, how can there be no witness to a wine competition? Otherwise, who would know that I, Old Cheng, beat you? This is Old Cheng's style!"
He pointed at his own door." This door is known as the Gate of Hell. If you enter standing, you will have to crawl out!"”
Du Ruhui was instantly shocked. Cheng Yaojin turned his head and said,"Forget about the sour scholar ~"
Old man!
Walking into the mansion, he found that Cheng Yaojin's three sons had already prepared food. Cheng Yaojin said boldly,"Today, in the main hall, Li Ke, this little child, scolded you in front of the Emperor and many officials for being useless!”
"You made me lose all my face!"
"Today, you have to give me some face. Otherwise, I'll slap you to death with my big mouth!”
The leader was Cheng Chumo. He instantly took out his small axe and wanted to perform a move to split the mountain! Li Ke was stunned. The residence of the Demon King of Confusion was indeed extraordinary. This was a dragon's pool and a tiger's den.
Cheng Yaojin looked carefree on the surface, but he was already laughing out loud in his heart. His Old Cheng family had inherited a good alcohol tolerance. He had once drunk Yuchi Gong until he slept for three days and three nights. After that, he felt nauseous when he saw alcohol!
He was just a child. Even if he started drinking in his mother's womb, how much alcohol could he hold?
Alliance of the Sorrow of Fathers?
How dare you criticize my Cheng family?
Cheng Yaojin hurriedly waved his hand to interrupt the narration and placed the wine that Li Ke had brought on the table.
"Peerless wine? I, Old Cheng, have to drink one or two jars of the most expensive wine in the Great Tang every day. What wine have I not seen before?”
He opened the mud seal, and a deep fragrance suddenly floated out, lingering around the beam.
"Boss, go get some dishes to go with the wine! Cut two catties of beef, the one that fell to death in the manor yesterday!”
Du Ruhui exploded." Old man, are you done? Why does your manor have a cow falling to its death every few days?" Since the first year of Zhenguan, do you know how many memorials to impeach you have been received by Shangshu Province?”
"Maybe my Feng Shui is not good. Why don't I ask Your Majesty to change your fief?"
Cheng Yaojin cursed in his heart. He had forgotten that these two sloppy fellows were here. He absolutely could not let them know that he had killed this cow!
Cheng Yaojin's resentment 50
"Cheng Yaojin!" Du Ruhui immediately scolded him.
Cheng Yaojin wanted to kill the voice-over, but he was unable to do so. In the end, it was worth venting his anger on the wine.
Li Ke raised his glass and said,""Come! Cheers!"
"The Analects of Confucius said…"
Du Ruhui stroked his beard and nodded slightly. The Analects of Confucius also mentioned drinking? His Highness the King of Shu is a model scholar. It seems that he has put in a lot of effort!
"Confucius said, wine is father and food is mother. Drinking to death is better than beheading!”
"Fuck!"
Du Ruhui was dumbfounded." Nonsense! When had a Saint ever said such vulgar words?”
Cheng Yaojin felt that it was to his taste.”
Li Ke's small mouth pursed and he drank it up. Cheng Yaojin followed suit, but the moment the wine entered his mouth, the tip of his tongue felt numb. The endless spiciness rippled in his mouth, and his throat felt as if it was on fire. It was as if his throat was blocked, and his face instantly turned red.
Gulp!
Cheng Yaojin forcefully swallowed the wine and took a long breath."Damn it, you're indeed domineering! Good wine, good wine!"
The spiciness had passed, but when he tasted it carefully, there was a hint of mellow fragrance hidden inside.
After Li Ke brewed the wine, it had been buried underground for nearly a year. How could it not taste good?
The three little rascals at the side did not have Cheng Yaojin's patience. They all spat out the wine!
Cheng Yaojin covered his head in embarrassment. What a disgrace! My own son actually lost to someone else in drinking. How am I supposed to face my ancestors in the underworld? After the little child left, he had to teach them a lesson!
"Wonderful!" Du Ruhui and Fang Xuanling were not as rude as Cheng Yaojin. They carefully tasted the sweetness of the wine. It was spicy, but there was a softness hidden behind the spiciness." The wine can actually stick to the bowl. It's really good wine!"”
How can there be no poetry when there is wine? Du Ruhui racked his brains to write a good poem, but he had no idea!
He was well-known in the world for being able to easily handle state affairs! However, he didn't know how to write poems. There were no famous works that had been passed down to the public.
"Nonsense!" Du Ruhui blew his beard and glared at him." Wait a minute. I'll write you a poem right away!”
Du Ruhui's resentment 50
He had stepped on his pain.
"Uncle Cheng, come here... The Master said,"Wine is the essence of food. The more you drink, the younger you become."
Gulp, gulp, gulp ~
"Uncle Cheng, Confucius said: I'd rather have a hole in my stomach than let my feelings crack. Cheers ~"
Gulp, gulp, gulp ~
" The Master said: One tael, two taels, rinse your mouth. Three taels, four taels, do not count as wine. Five taels, six taels, support yourself against the wall and walk. Seven taels, eight taels, and still roar. If a man doesn't drink, he'll be wasting his time in this world. Cheers!"
After three consecutive bowls, Cheng Yaojin couldn't hold it anymore. Seeing Li Ke raise his glass again, he hurriedly stopped him."Eat some food, eat some food ~"
As soon as these words were said, Li Ke's eyes narrowed into a line. He had said it so readily before, but at the critical moment, it turned out to be a silver spear and a wax pole! I can't drink well ~
It seems that it's hard to live up to your reputation
Cheng Yaojin stood up. The Master said,"
Cheng Yaojin wanted to think of a jingle like Li Ke, but in the end, he found that there was no word in his stomach.
"Fuck!"
Gulp, gulp, gulp ~
The aftereffect of the white wine was particularly strong. Cheng Yaojin felt a little dizzy. Li Ke smiled and waved his hand in front of him."Uncle Cheng, can you still do it? Confucius said..."
"Don't, don't, don't!" Cheng Chumo grabbed Li Ke's hand."Let the Sage rest for a while ~"
Cheng Yaojin and the three demon kings were a little scared. Was there wine in Concubine Yang's stomach? Li Ke was able to defeat the four of them at such a young age. Where would he put his face if word got out?
Also, how big was Li Ke's thing? He actually didn't want to pee after drinking a few bowls of wine?
"Oh?" Li Ke pulled Cheng Yaojin up and stuffed the bowl into his hand.
"Ancient rivers and mountains, heroes are nowhere to be found. Dancing and singing, the wind and rain blew away! The setting sun, grass and trees, ordinary alleys, the people who once lived as slaves, thinking back to those years, golden spears and iron horses, swallowing thousands of miles like tigers!”
"Uncle Cheng swept across the north and south, moving east and west. His aura is much stronger than Sun Zhongmou and Liu Yu! How can you admit defeat!"
"With Uncle Cheng's alcohol tolerance, he can only sit at the children's table in the palace!”
"Come ~ Confucius said: If a guest drinks, he must get drunk. Otherwise, the host will feel ashamed ~"
"Fuck!"
(Huahua, please vote for me. There hasn't been any movement in the data all night. I'm crying to death.)
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