Cheng Yanjin was in a good mood, and said with a smile: "Today, the old man is going to have a banquet, so that those old killers can see what real wine is, tomorrow, this wine will definitely be famous in Chang'an!" By the way, Su boy, what is the name of this wine? ”

What is the name, Su Cheng groaned: "Or, call Lao Baigan?" ”

Cheng Yanjin shook his head and said, "It's not good, it's not good." ”

Su Cheng groaned: "Do you want to call it Erguotou?" ”

Cheng Yanjin shook his head and said, "What is this name?" Not good, not good! ”

Su Cheng quipped: "Why don't you choose a name from your uncle?" ”

Cheng Yanjin groaned: "This wine is strong in the throat, the aroma of the wine is overflowing, it is a wine that can only be drunk by men, it is better to call it macho wine!" ”

Burst!

Su Cheng sprayed it directly, and he didn't know what special use this wine was.

"No, no, absolutely not!" Su Cheng hurriedly waved his hand and said, "It's better to call it burning a knife!" ”

Although he was a little regretful, Cheng Yanjin still nodded and said: "The name of burning knives is also appropriate, it's just called burning knives!" Su boy, do you have poetry now? ”

While speaking, Cheng Yanjin poured a bowl of spirits, and Su Cheng dared to pour it down without saying a word.

Looking at the bowl of spirits, Su Cheng's eyelids jumped, and he hurriedly said: "I have poetry, I have poetry, I will make a song for my uncle!" ”

Su Cheng paced and muttered: "Qinghai Changyun Dark Snow Mountain, the lonely city looks at Yumen Pass from afar, the yellow sand wears gold armor in a hundred battles, and Loulan will not be returned if it is not broken!" ”

Cheng Biting Jin Gu Dong drank two sips of spirits, slapped his palm on the table, and laughed: "Okay, a good one who doesn't break Loulan will never return it, to my old Cheng's temper!" ”

Su Cheng smiled slightly: "It's good if Uncle likes it!" ”

Cheng Biting Jin laughed and said: "Okay, okay, look at which of them still laughs at me Lao Cheng can't compose poetry!" ”

This can be regarded as a peach in return, when he walked out of the hall, Su Cheng seemed to see a happy life beckoning to him, and the three wives and four concubines added fragrance to their red sleeves......

As everyone knows, in the palace, Empress Changsun once again mentioned his name.

"Although Su Cheng's family background is a little worse, he is extraordinary, quite poetic, and he is also a young and handsome man, Changle, if the queen mother intends to marry you to him, what do you think?" Empress Eldest Sun asked softly.

Princess Changle suddenly blushed, bowed her head and muttered, "It's all up to the queen mother." ”

Empress Changsun suddenly understood, what she was most afraid of was that Changle couldn't think about it, since Changle had a good impression of Su Cheng, as long as this marriage was promoted, everything would be solved.

After some relief, Empress Changsun got up and left.

In the Liangyi Palace, Li Shimin was still a little anxious, and when he saw the queen coming, he asked, "How is Changle?" ”

Empress Eldest Sun said softly: "I have calmed down, I asked Changle just now, she has a good impression of Su Cheng, although she is shy and dare not say anything, but the concubine can see that she is quite willing to marry Su Cheng." ”

Li Shimin snorted and didn't speak, and Empress Changsun said to herself: "With Su Cheng's poetic talent, it won't be long before Chang'an will become famous and famous, and it is not abrupt for Your Majesty to give marriage to you." ”

She said silently in her heart, there is nothing to say for those who know the rumors, since Changle is married to Su Cheng, it is also a private matter of the little couple who have a belly pocket or not.

Li Shimin snorted coldly: "It's not so easy to marry my baby princess!" ”

Tonight's Lu Guogong Mansion was very lively, and the brothers Su Cheng and Cheng Chumo greeted guests in front of the door.

Soon, Su Cheng's legs trembled a little.

Li Jing, Wei Chigong, Li Ji, Qin Qiong, Changsun Wuji, Fang Xuanling, Wei Zheng......

They are all legendary figures, characters who have left a prominent reputation in history, even if they have seen Li Shimin and Cheng Biting Jin, Su Cheng can't help but be excited.

But soon Su Cheng's excitement vanished, like an idol shattered.

"What good wine did you get from an old murderer?"

"You old thing, don't fool labor, we haven't drunk any good wine!"

Cheng Yanjin patted his chest and said, "What kind of wine in the world can be called wine?" Sweet and greasy and tasteless, that's all drunk by girls! Bah! You unseen veterans drink the wine of the! ”

Drink the wine that the drinks?

This is simply a naked scolding, and it is the most ruthless kind of scolding.

"Phew! What good wine can you old man have! The crowd suddenly turned red and their necks thickened.

The grumpy Ruwei Chi Gong even rolled up his sleeves directly: "Old killer, if you can't get good wine today, I will fight with you for three hundred rounds!" ”

"Come on, hit you with a blue nose and swollen face first!" Cheng Yanjin was not to be outdone, and he really rolled up his sleeves to fight.

The others immediately dispersed silently, and Su Cheng was stunned as he watched from the side.

Isn't it a feast? Why did you fight?

However, after taking a glance at the Cheng Chumo brothers, they found that the two of them looked as usual, not only them, but also Li Jing and them, and even the surrounding subordinates all looked as usual, looking not surprised.

Soon, Su Cheng was attracted by the two who were fighting.

It is not a loss that he is a fierce general who crisscrosses the battlefield, and there is a murderous aura in the tiger's life, which is not at all comparable to countless boxing in later generations.

Just when Su Cheng was immersed in the competition, he saw Cheng Biting Jin suddenly kick at Wei Chigong's crotch, which made Su Cheng stunned.

"Okay, you old coward, I've been guarding against you for a long time!"

Boom! Boom! The two separated, and Cheng Biting Jin laughed and said, "How is it?" How does my foot feel? ”

Yu Chigong laughed and said, "How does my punch taste?" ”

Qin Qiong said: "If you want to fight, you must first put out the good wine, it looks boring to do this!" ”

Thinking of spirits, Cheng Biting Jin's big mouth grinned on his cheeks: "Let me first let you see what spirits are and what is the wine that men drink!" ”

Fang Xuanling smiled and said, "It seems that Zhijie really got good wine." ”

Wei Zheng smiled and said: "The old man has the best wine in his life, how can the old man not know what good wine is on the market in Chang'an?" Let's see what good wine he can come up with. ”

Seeing Cheng Biting Jin so embarrassed, everyone became even more curious, is there really good wine?

After entering the hall, everyone found that there were six or seven jars of wine on the table.

Wei Chigong shouted: "Didn't I say, you old man is too picky, right?" Calling everyone here, but only bringing out these jars of wine, who is enough to drink? ”

Cheng Yanjin snorted: "Do you understand that this is a spirit?" If you can drink this altar today, count yourself as powerful! ”

This jar of wine costs three catties, and Cheng Biting Jin, who has already tried spirits, is sure that Wei Chi Gong will not be able to drink a jar.

"Hey! A jar? If you don't drink two jars today, you won't go out of the door of Chengfu! Wei Chigong shouted.

Cheng Yanjin laughed and said, "Okay, I respect you as a man!" ”

"That's what you call fine wine, huh? Open it up, and we'll see what good wine you've gotten, old bastard! ”