Although he had to leave with the troops, he still had to eat the loose meal.

Prince Ying Azig held a banquet in the palace of the former Qin prince to see off Wu Sangui.

Wu Sangui was not worried that this was a Hongmen banquet, so he only brought dozens of henchmen to the banquet happily.

At least at this juncture, the Qing court needs him Wu Sangui. Otherwise, Dolgon would not have made him the general of the expedition to the south.

Azig just hated him, and he had to endure it first. Otherwise, even Dolgon would not be able to spare him.

Therefore, Azig will not do anything at this banquet, at most he will be sarcastic in words.

Wu Sangui didn't care about this at all.

He didn't dare to say anything else, but his thick skin was a must.

If you talk about the degree of thick-skinnedness, I am afraid that there is no match for it in the whole world.

said that when it was approaching dusk, a group of bigwigs entered the table one after another.

Azig sat at the top, surrounded by his henchmen. As for Wu Sangui, he sat in the position of the next guest.

Don't look at it as simple as just row seats, in fact, it contains a lot of meaning.

Azig changed his way and told Wu Sangui that if he left Shaanxi, he would never want him to supply grain again.

There is no such thing as a guest army in the Qing Dynasty. Wu Sangui commanded the troops, except for the advance grain provided by the imperial court, and the rest of the grain had to be found by himself.

But Wu Sangui didn't seem to understand at all, and smiled and raised his wine glass to toast Azig.

"The slave harassed Prince Ying a lot during his stay in Shaanxi, so he made amends with this glass of wine."

Azig's face turned green when he heard this.

Okay, you ate me and drank mine during your time in Shaanxi, and now you wipe your mouth and pat your ass and leave, and a toast is over? That's too cheap for you, isn't it?

But as the saying goes, reach out and don't hit the smiling person. Azig had no reason to be angry. He had to raise his glass as well, and nodded: "Come, drink this glass full!" ”

With that, Azig poured the wine from the glass into his mouth.

Wu Sangui also drank it all.

"The wine glass used by this Han people is too small, and it is not enjoyable to drink. Come on, take the bowl. Today, this king wants to be with the king of Pingxi without getting drunk and returning! ”

Somehow Azig wanted to drink from the bowl, and at his command, his own servant brought the bowl up.

Wu Sangui squinted his eyes slightly thoughtfully.

This Azig is trying to make him look ugly.

Everyone in the world knows that the Manchurians drink a lot, but they don't know why.

But Wu Sangui knew.

That's because the Manchurians originated in the deep mountains of Liaodong and were fishing and hunting tribes.

Because of the cold climate, they often need to drink alcohol to warm up their bodies.

Even Shenyang, known as the small Jiangnan River, has a very cold climate in winter.

Therefore, after Jinding was the capital of Shenyang, the habit of drinking alcohol was retained.

When the Manchu Qing Dynasty entered the customs, although the climate in Beijing was much warmer than that in Liaodong, the habit of drinking was fixed.

Regardless of whether it is a nobleman or an ordinary soldier, they like to drink, and they drink several glasses, but if they are not addicted, they directly use a bowl and a cowhide wine bag.

Now Azig wants Wu Sangui to make a fool of himself on the wine table in order to humiliate him.

It's just that Azig doesn't know that Wu Sangui is also famous for being good at drinking.

When he was in Shanhaiguan, Wu Sangui and others never lost in wine.

This time, Azig found fault and hit a hard bone.

When the bowl was full, Wu Sangui picked it up first.

"Come, the slave will pay tribute to Prince Ying for another bowl!"

"Hmm."

Azig replied noncommittally.

This time, Wu Sangui first raised his neck and drank the wine dry in one go. Immediately afterwards, Azig also sucked the cow and drank.

"Happy!"

Azig didn't forget to shout after drinking, and then looked at Wu Sangui with a provocative gaze.

He secretly said in his heart, you are a southern dog, Lao Tzu wants to see how many bowls you can drink. Today I have to fight wine and get you drunk.

"Come again!"

Azig poured it down as soon as the wine bowl was full, and Wu Sangui was not to be outdone.

"Lord, good wine. It's been a long time since the minions have drunk such strong wine. ”

Wu Sangui also seemed to be interested, and said very happily.

Azig laughed and said, "If King Pingxi likes it, he can bring a few jars of wine." This king doesn't dare to say anything else, but there is wine. ”

How could Wu Sangui not hear Azig's voice, this guy meant that the grain was not going to be allocated in full?

That's not going to work.

The soldiers and horses did not move the grain and grass first.

An army of more than 100,000 marches would be fatal if there was a problem with food and grass.

"How dare a slave take Prince Ying's things for nothing. Otherwise, the minion makes a bet with Prince Ying. If the slave loses the gamble, the slave spends a lot of money to buy Prince Ying's wine. If the minion wins the bet..."

Wu Sangui paused deliberately.

"What if you win a bet?"

Azig asked with some eagerness.

As soon as the words came out, he regretted it a little.

Not to mention who wins in the end of this bet, just his question has already fallen behind.

"If the slave wins the bet, ask the prince to allocate three months' military rations to the slave."

Wu Sangui said lightly.

"Bold!"

Before Azig could speak out, the henchmen around him couldn't sit still.

I saw him pointing at Wu Sangui's nose and asking, "Why don't you want three months of military rations?" Did you know that the supply of military rations is tight these days? Being able to give you a month's worth of food is already a special favor from Prince Ying. You don't want to be interesting! ”

Wu Sangui didn't have the slightest anger, and only said lightly: "It's just a gamble, do you think Prince Ying doesn't dare?" ”

"You!"

The henchman was almost half dead of anger for a while. But what Wu Sangui said is not wrong, since it is a gambling game, it is naturally different from the general situation, otherwise what else is there to gamble?

"Okay, this king will make this bet with you!"

A gleam flashed in Azig's eyes, and he said very solemnly.

"Let's count with this bowl, this king drinks a bowl, and the king of Pingxi drinks a bowl, and see who gets drunk first!"

"Slaves dare to disobey!"

Wu Sangui was waiting for Azig's words, and stretched out one arm and said, "Prince Ying first, please!" ”

Azig was not polite, and ordered the bowl to be filled and immediately poured down.

Wu Sangui was not in a hurry, and drank a bowl with Azig.

His rhythm is not slow or fast, it is very moderate, Azig is a little upset because of his urgency, but Wu Sangui's face has always been the same.

Both sides drank five bowls and didn't mean to get drunk, Azig glanced at Wu Sangui provocatively and said, "If King Pingxi gives up now, it's too late." ”

Wu Sangui shook his head: "Since you want to gamble, you have to bet to the end, otherwise how can you have fun?" ”

"Okay, keep it full!"

Azig has already made up his mind to make Wu Sangui make a fool of himself, and of course he will not let go at this time.

The two of you, one bowl and one bowl and one bowl of killing, it is difficult to separate.

By the tenth bowl, Azig was slightly drunk, but he still wouldn't stop.

His henchman saw that Wu Sangui's face was as usual and he was not drunk at all, so he reminded Azig in a low voice: "Lord Wang, let's take a break first." ”

Azig was furious when he heard this, slapped the henchman in the face, and scolded: "Dog slave, dog-like things, you dare to take care of this king's affairs?" Get out of the way! ”

The henchman covered his hot face, and he was very aggrieved.

But he knew that there was no point in disobeying the Prince of England at this time, so he responded: "Huh." ”

"King Pingxi, let's continue!"

Azig's ruthlessness was also terrifying, Wu Sangui didn't dare to underestimate the enemy, and always drank at his own pace.

After such a round of confrontation, Wu Sangui had already concluded that Azig's alcohol consumption was not below him. If he really wants to fight hard, he may not necessarily have a chance of winning. So Wu Sangui decided to play some tricks.

He found that Azig drank very quickly, which was actually a big loss.

Because once you drink too fast, it is easy to get drunk.

And if you get drunk slowly, it won't come so quickly.

It is because Wu Sangui must drink at a uniform speed every time, and try to slow down the speed.

And Azig didn't seem to be aware of this detail and still drank stupidly.

Finally Azig couldn't hold it anymore, and he threw himself on the table with a thud and snored.

Wu Sangui breathed a sigh of relief in his heart.

This Azig is also really too good to drink. If he continued to drink, Wu Sangui was not sure that he would not get drunk.

Fortunately, Azig got drunk first, so that the bet on Wu Sangui could be regarded as winning.

Wu Sangui was not at all worried that Azig would break the contract and break his promise.

Because he made a bet in front of so many people.

If Azig breaks his promise, he will lose face.

Yes, even if Azig was unhappy in his heart and unwilling to do so, he had to pinch his nose and admit it.

As soon as he thought of taking this opportunity to let out a vicious breath, Wu Sangui felt secretly refreshed.

The next three months' military rations are in hand!

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