This son is beautiful, but he is drunk and messy.

Walking with his feet shaking, his body staggering incessantly, his high chin was unruly and perverse, but his eyes were blurry, and he scolded and scolded indistinctly, "The room that the master wants, have you arrived!"

The corner of the shopkeeper's mouth smiled bitterly, "It's here, it's coming soon!"

"Here is?" As he spoke, he arrived at the door of Gu Yuqing's private room, and before the shopkeeper could answer, he had already stretched out his hand and pushed towards the door of Gu Yuqing's house, his body was tilted, and he was about to go in with his feet.

The shopkeeper was so frightened that he was in a cold sweat, and he stepped forward to pull him, "No, no, it's not here....."

Sitting inside was the daughter of the Marquis of China, not to mention Gu Zhen's daughter, and he didn't dare to mess with his fiancé and the fourth prince alone.

The door has been opened, and Gu Yuqing inside is looking out with a blue face, and the shopkeeper is squeezing with a smile on his face and nodding his head to apologize, while explaining and pulling the son who is going to go inside.

They're all drunk like this, and they're still going to drink......

The business of Bazhen Pavilion ushered in, regardless of the powerful and wealthy businessmen, as long as they could afford the wine and silver, they all greeted and never refused.

Today, this young man, although he is raw, can be generous, he has not eaten yet, and a gold ingot smashed in front of the counter is enough for him to entertain in person, plus a shirt, low-key but real luxury, at a glance, you can see that it is not an ordinary rich family.

A businessman never offends the gold owner, let alone this kind of face born money owner who has the family heritage from top to bottom, and he dare not offend.

In the realm of Kyoto, no matter how well-connected and visionary people are, they dare not say that they know all the children of rich officials and eunuchs.

But at this moment, the store is a little regretful, and he must not offend the owner, if he let this young master collide with the distinguished guests of these private rooms on the second floor......

The shopkeeper was secretly remorseful when his scalp was numb, and he just wanted to come to something, he had just closed the door of Gu Yuqing's elegant room, and before he could breathe out, he saw the young master stumbling towards Han Moxuan.

Shocked that the shopkeeper was covered in a cold sweat, calling his mother and ancestors in his mouth, and hurriedly tried to stop him, but when he ran to the door, the boy had already "snapped", raised his foot and kicked the door, and rushed in.

The whole store went soft.

Fang just pulled him out of Gu Yuqing's private room, but at that time he was only half of his body, but at this moment, the whole person rushed in, and when he crossed the door and chased after him, the young master had already arrived at the dining table of the distinguished guests in the house.

Pointing to a table of dishes, he shouted vaguely: "Damn, I'll serve this dish to Lao Tzu, withdraw it, put on a new one, this dish is disgusting for pigs to eat pigs." ”

The shopkeeper with soft feet had a plain white face, and suddenly, a green light flashed. ，

The dishes that the pigs dislike, but he served them to the guests of Han Mo Xuan, what did this make the guests of Han Mo Xuan think...... The lords sitting here, except for the two face-to-face men and a woman, the rest are all military masters.

The calf and stomach trembled, and the shopkeeper pulled a face that was about to cry, while dragging the son, while apologizing, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, this guest is drunk, and he bumped into everyone, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, this drink today, Bazhen Pavilion invited, it's not a compensation for everyone." ”

As he spoke, he pulled the young master away with all his might.

That son, looking not tall, is also thin, but this strength ...... Even though the shopkeeper used ten percent of his strength, he didn't pull him at all, but he raised his hand and shook it, and almost fell down.

The people in Han Mo Xuan were as pale as iron.

"Where did you come from, don't you hurry out, you have to wait for Lao Tzu to do it himself?" A burly man pointed at the boy and yelled at the shopkeeper.

The shopkeeper trembled with fright, and while saying that he couldn't help it, he went to pull the young man.

And the young man who came accompanied by Gu Yuhe, his gloomy eyes flashed with displeasure, and his face was as tense as iron.

But the boy stumbled, went around the dinner table, ran straight towards him, staggered around, raised his hand and pointed directly at the door of the son, "Damn, where did the little white face come from, sit in Lao Tzu's position, get up!"

As soon as these words came out, the atmosphere in the private room suddenly froze.

Each of the private rooms of the Eight Treasures Pavilion has a seat of the guest of honor, which is enjoyed by the most distinguished person, if it is not among the guests, there is indeed someone who is higher than the others, generally speaking, the people who come to meet will avoid this seat and embarrass each other.

And at this moment, that son is sitting here, which shows that his identity is extraordinary, far from being comparable to several military masters.

The shopkeeper was shocked by the drunken boy's bold words.

Gu Yuhe, who was standing behind the young man, bit his red lips with silver teeth, his face was angry because the banquet was suddenly disturbed, and he was even more angry at the moment, "Presumptuous! Where is the splash, don't you hurry up and go out! You Bazhen Pavilion, do you want to open it!"

He is not very old, he is not tall, but his tone is dignified and cold.

As she spoke, the young man sitting at the end of the seat immediately said, "Don't be rude!"

Gu Yuhe immediately stopped talking, but the moment the son's words fell, the drunken son had already pounced in front of Gu Yuhe, as if he couldn't feel the heart-warming atmosphere in the room at all, let alone hear everyone's words.

With a hippie smile, he raised his hand and pinched Gu Yuhe's face, "Hey, this girl is smart!"

I don't know if I drank too much wine, or how, other prodigal people flirted with young girls, they all pinched lightly on people's faces, and their posture was frivolous, he was good, as if he really wanted to verify whether Gu Yuhe's face was watery and could pinch out water.

That's frivolous**, it's clearly the rhythm of pinching Gu Yuhe's face out of a hole.

He moved quickly, and his strength was great, Gu Yuhe was caught off guard for a while, he couldn't stand the pain, he cried out, and the poignant voice broke out of his throat, and Gu Yuhe struggled to shake off his hand.

However, the drunken son's hands, like pliers, clamped Gu Yuhe's face tightly, no matter how she struggled, she just didn't let go, not only did she not let go, but her other hand stretched straight to a silver hairpin on the bun above Gu Yuhe's head.

The shopkeeper was so frightened that he was about to step forward to stop it, but he was slapped aside by a big hand, "No need, we will solve this matter by ourselves today, and you Bazhen Pavilion don't need to interfere!

The one who spoke was the deputy commander of the Xishan battalion who was beaten by Ming Luhai.

The shopkeeper's eyelids jumped.

Closing the door and going out means that what is happening here, Bazhen Pavilion can no longer ask about it, of course, it doesn't have to be responsible, but ...... Shaking his eyelids, he glanced at the drunk boy who didn't know the height of the sky, and the shopkeeper was still ruthless after all, and went out with his feet.