- "I decided to do something." Cen Chi put a palm on the table, flexed his fingers and flicked it gently, "Fang Cai, I'm still worried about whether you will be angry because of this, but now, I don't think I can care about your feelings." ”

"Could it be ......" Fang Wu suddenly stood up from the table, "The matter in the tea shed is not over yet?"

"That's just a joke." The smile on Cen Chi's face faded, "The joke is over. ”

Fang Wu slowly sat back on the chair, and was silent for a long time before he slowly spoke: "Actually, along the way, you have already started planning the next step, right?"

"Yes."

"When you entered the county seat just now, you said that you wanted to drink, but in fact, you had already made a plan, right?"

"Yes."

"You're not just going to just flour this time, are you?"

"Yes."

"No one can convince you?"

"Yes."

"You're in need." The middle-aged Taoist sighed without saying anything.

"Old man, you don't use the right words. Crazy or not, only yes and no, this cannot be divided by quantifiers. Cen Chi picked the corner of his lips, "And, I'm not crazy yet, I know what I'm doing." ”

Fang Wu was not in the mood to chew the words with Cen Chi at this time, he just snorted a little coldly, and said in a not very friendly tone: "Then when you are in the tea shed, what kind of mystery are you doing, why do you ask?" Isn't it fun to play tricks?"

"People are not plants and trees, who can be ruthless, when it comes to the end, in fact, I will be a little hesitant." Cen Chi's gaze moved away from Fang Wu's face and fell on his hand on the table. Slowly, he continued: "However, you have actually expected this matter for a long time, so such a twist and turn can't be regarded as me playing you."

"Looks like I don't have much more to say to you." Fang Wu stood up again, looking like he was about to leave.

And it wasn't until he was about to walk to the door and was about to open it that he suddenly heard Cen Chi's voice floating. The content of the words made him unable to dodge.

"Old Dao, don't forget what you promised Xiao Kuang."

Fang Wuhuo Ran turned around, his eyes condensed, and he stared firmly at the person sitting on the chair next to the table, but he didn't say a word.

Cen Chi was still sitting firmly on the chair, his expression was calm, and even the hand covering the table did not tremble in the slightest, he only added later: "You can not help, I just hope you don't stop it." If you don't want to see a scene. You can get drunk before me. ”

As soon as he finished speaking, there was a sound of footsteps outside the house, and more than one person came. And listen to the sound of footsteps. The person who came should be carrying a heavy load. Therefore, there is sexual power to step forward.

"Guest officer, the twenty catties of bamboo leaf green wine you wanted, the small one was sent to you."

I'm afraid that I will send the wrong room, and the inn guy who brought the wine will directly show his name outside the door, and it can be regarded as the last time to inspect the owner with the goods.

"There's Brother Lao, send it in." Cen Chi greeted.

Ten pottery altars. Each jar contains two catties, a total of twenty catties of wine. The bamboo leaves are green, the entrance is clear, and there is a slight prickly throat feeling, if you are not drunk. It's a good product to keep on hand in your spare time. But if you drink this wine until you get drunk, your stamina will increase. People can feel uncomfortable.

This kind of wine is not easy to drink at banquets, but it is not cheap to sell, so it is not easy to promote among those drunkards who are bent on getting drunk, but it has become a favorite of literati and artists. A drink is refreshing.

This wine was originally quite harmonious with Cen Chi's temperament, but looking at the total amount of wine he summoned, it was a little different from that of ordinary drunkards.

signed the account book handed over by the guy who delivered the wine, and when the guy went out, Cen Chi looked at Fang Wu, who was about to leave but didn't really leave, and slowly said, "Do you want to get drunk?"

"It's good to be drunk." Fang Wu returned to the table, and just slapped the sealing of a jar of wine, he suddenly said: "Speaking of drinking, Gao Qian must be more opposed to you being so unrestrained than me, do you think he will accept the wine you toast him?"

"If you don't choose to toast, do you choose to toast a few women?" As soon as Cen Chi said this, he had already slapped open a jar of mud, and he didn't need a cup, he grabbed the bottom of the altar with his palm and began to pour it into his throat.

Cen Chi has been almost drunk for several months since he traveled west, not only because he is not a heavy drinker, but also because of Gao Qian's persuasion.

However, in the past three years, Cen Chi has not drunk with the other two companions...... However, it was the first time that Fang Wu had seen such a way of drinking a cow as today, and if it was a high-potential field, he might have already waved his arms to grab the wine.

Fang Wu watched as Cen Chi swallowed half a jar of wine in one go, and then lowered his hand and put down the jar, and said with a long breath: "It's a pity that it's a good wine."

Just when Fang Wu was quite puzzled by what Cen Chi said after drinking, he saw Cen Chi carrying the half jar of wine and going to the back of a screen on the side of the room.

After a crisp porcelain sound, it is the sound of "bang" running water.

Soon Cen Chi came back with the empty wine jar and threw it on the corner of the table, and then he slapped open the sealing mud of a jar of wine, but no longer carried the jar to the screen and poured it into the night pot, but splashed it in the room with a snap of his fingers. He poured half a jar of wine on the ground, and he began to sprinkle the remaining half jar of wine on himself.

Soon, this originally neatly cleaned room became a rotten nest of two drunkards indulging in the wine country in the dark, and the smell of alcohol was too strong.

Cen Chi put down the second empty wine jar, and dragged the third wine jar to his hand, and at the moment before he slapped the sealing mud, he looked at Fang Wu, who was looking at him in a daze, and said, "You can get drunk, but I can only play with wine."

Fang Wushuang's eyes widened slightly and said, "What the hell are you doing here?"

……

Check in on the first floor of the high potential inn, then go to the stable behind the inn to check the beans in the trough, and then go back to the hall on the first floor of the inn to use the drain food, and then return to the guest room on the second floor.

Gao Qian's room was next door to Cen Chi's room, and before he approached his room, he smelled a strong smell of wine in the hallway, so strong that it could no longer be called mellow.

Gao Qian has not been drinking for almost three months, and he has actually endured it hard, but for the sake of the prime minister's entrustment, there is no doubt that he will choose to continue to endure it, but this makes him very sensitive to the smell of wine.

Realizing a certain situation, Gao Qian didn't ask anything, and directly pushed open the door of Cen Chi's room, and then he saw two people lying on the table who were already drunk, and several wine jars rolled down on the ground, and the wine was spilled everywhere.

Seeing that the middle-aged Taoist Fang Wu slipped from the chair to the bottom of the table, holding the table legs and snoring, he was obviously drunk and unconscious.

Cen Chi, who could still sit firmly on the table, seemed to be lightly drunk, lying on the table with his face facing inward, his throat seemed to be humming some tune in a low voice, one hand stretched forward, and his fingers were hooked with the tether of a wine jar.

"Sir, what's the matter? Such overdrinking is harmful to the body. Gao Qian walked into the house, and the next step was to remove the wine jar in Cen Chi's hand.

Unexpectedly, his hand had just touched the edge of the wine jar, and Cen Chi, who was lying on the table with his face facing inward, suddenly turned his head, and at the same time, his hand that was just touching the rope of the wine jar bent his five fingers and grasped the jar more firmly in his hand. He stared at Gao Qian, word by word, and said as if he was drunk: "The old way is no longer good, you come to drink with me!"

"This is not good, the responsibility below is to protect Mr., not to accompany Mr. to drink and hurt himself." Gao Qian verbally refused, and tried to take away the wine jar from Cen Chi's hand again.

This time, he got it easily.

Because Cen Chi suddenly took the initiative to let go of his hand.

Gao Qian was slightly stunned holding half a jar of wine, and then he saw Cen Chi slap open the sealing mud of a jar of new wine.

"If you don't have anyone to accompany you, you may be more hesitant to pour yourself a drink." As soon as the words fell, Cen Chi lifted the wine jar, and poured it violently, and soon half of the jar of wine was empty.

Watching this scene, Gao Qian only felt a little frightened, and at the same time, he also vaguely realized that if he wanted to ask something from Cen Chi at this time, such as asking Cen Chi why he suddenly drank so violently, Cen Chi was most likely reluctant to say more.

- Actually, he should have been aware of a problem, but because he saw that Cen Chi's drinking speed was too intense, he had to find a way to persuade him to drink first, so he ignored the strange atmosphere hidden in the rich smell of alcohol.

Shifting his gaze slightly, Gao Qian refocused his gaze on the bottom of the table, moved a chair, squatted on the edge of the table, broke Fang Wu's fingers holding the table legs, pulled him up from under the table, and helped him to the side of the chair to sit down.

After a little hesitation, Gao Qian picked up the half jar of wine that he had just snatched from Cen Chi's hand, but instead of pouring it into his throat, he turned his wrist and poured all the wine on Fang Wu's face with the wine jar.

The wine is still mellow, but if it is not drunk in the stomach, but splashed on the face, the cold skin-friendly feeling is similar to water.

Fang Wu really came to his senses, his eyes were half-open, and before he could see who was standing in front of him, he heard a familiar voice coming: "Mr. Fang, what's wrong with all of you?" Why do you suddenly drink too much?"

Fang Wushu tilted his head and said, "Good wine should not be wasted." As soon as he said that, he stuck out his tongue and licked a few drops of wine hanging from his lips, which had been stained when Gao Qian had just poured wine on him to wake up.

Gao Qian sighed, and was about to ask again, when he suddenly heard the sound of the wine jar breaking from behind.

Immediately afterwards, Cen Chi's cough came.

"Ahem...... Ahem......"

The wine jar in Cen Chi's hand had been smashed into pieces, and the hand he was holding the wine jar was pressed tightly under his ribs at this time, coughing up a mouthful of blood, his lips were red, and the placket wet with wine soon became a dazzling red color.

Rao is high diving has several lives under his hands, and when he saw the scene in front of him at this time, he was still inexplicably frightened.

It's just because this qiē came too suddenly.

"Let you have a drink with me, you...... Cough...... You don't want to ......" Cen Chi's face gradually distorted because of the pain that erupted in his body, slightly hideous, he coughed for a while, and with great difficulty, he looked at Gao Qian, who was standing on the opposite side, and gasped and said, "There is no chance...... You're just thinking about ...... There's no chance......"-

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