What about a good tutor? What about the juice that is said to be good? You don't want to dip a drop of good liquor?

Jiang Hanxue's whole person is not good, and what kind of emperor is talking and laughing, he is better than getting drunk in life! It's a shame that I was so moved to hear it at the time, is it actually a cup of pouring when you scream so fiercely?

Why don't you get drunk and rest, the first one you will knock yourself down first, old man, won't your conscience hurt when you say this?

"The world is coarse, coarse, coarse! As soon as you enter the rivers and lakes, sleep, sleep, sleep the moon blows! Talk, talk, talk and laugh! It's not too lewd, it's lewd, it's a fall! Lift the sword and straddle the fly, fly, fly the ghost rain...... Heh, hehe......" The old man lay on the table, and his muffled voice became smaller and smaller, and gradually snoring.

Come on, old man! It's all like this, what kind of bragging! Jiang Hanxue is really powerless to complain, you say that you drink it, you get drunk, you get drunk, you sleep when you sleep, and you have to release a tigress to bite people for Mao?

Aren't you a pit grandson?

But then again, although hearing this poem for the second time today, it still stirred up Jiang Hanxue's heart, but I didn't expect that there were more than four lines in this poem, and when it came to the fifth sentence, the old man was so frustrated!

"Waha...... Murong Qingluan laughed proudly: Get ready to meet the anger of your brother and sister, little red guy!

The two wine jars were stacked on the table, Murong Qingluan "snapped" twice and slapped open the mud seal, stood up arrogantly, stepped on the stool with one foot, and hit the wine jar in front of Jiang Hanxue with one hand in the other, and laughed playfully in a slightly hoarse voice: "Come on, stinky boy!" Ladies respect you! ”

Come on! Hurt each other! Jiang Hanxue's decisive character determines that she will not back down, not to mention that this is a challenge from the same sex, but thinking of the poem that the old man didn't finish just now, Jiang Hanxue was a little worried, so she deliberately said to Murong Qingluan: "Grandpa and I drink with poems, sister, let's just drink like this?" ”

"Hah! Test me? Murong Qingluan laughed: "Wow! Let's move on! Can my sister still be afraid of you? Listen—

"A jar of wine, to spring peaches. Xinhan was half timid and shook a few branches. A curtain of sparse rain invades the red and thin, and I can't bear to pour the wine. Things are people, not shocking words, and Yan is declining and dreams are old and hateful. The diligent proprietor can't keep it, and a wisp of incense is lost.

"Brother,!"

After all, he was born in a thousand-year-old family, and Murong Qingluan also has a background, so why is it difficult to drink with poems? After that, Murong Qingluan held the wine jar with both hands and tilted his neck, and drank it in one breath!

Things are people, not shocking words, and Yan is declining and dreams of old hatred and people quietly...... Jiang Hanxue picked up the wine jar with concern, but these two sentences were enough to drink: "Sister, do it!" ”

Throwing the empty wine jar on the ground, watching "Murong Kunpeng" finish drinking, Murong Qingluan picked up two more wine jars and stacked them on the table:

"Two jars of wine, to Xia He. After the rain, the pearl spreads to the pavilion. Love letters are often broken in dreams, and the pen is delayed before flowers. The shadow of the double carp was shocked, and the mandarin ducks playing in the water were jealous. Who is like me? Poetry can't find harmony with wine.

"Brother,!"

Who is like me? Poetry can't find wine and harmony...... Jiang Hanxue was a little stupid when she heard this, and bit the corner of her lip and picked up the wine jar: "Sister, do it!" ”

……

"Nine jars of wine, for fine wine. Do not scatter thousands of cups and insert green willows. The lonely shadow flower is often to the moon, and the side of the Ying Xi bottle does not leave friends. After the wind washes the rain and the rain makes tears, and the tears become poems and poems for wine. The wine is sad and the poems are continuous, and the poems are full of sighs. ”

Everyone in the martial arts is not drunk, Murong Qingluan has been in the army for eight years, and the more she drinks, the brighter her eyes become, and her blue pupils stare fixedly at her younger brother who is red from drinking: "Brother, forget it if you can't drink, our purpose today is not to get drunk, just have fun!" ”

The wine is full of sorrowful poems, and the poems are full of sighs...... Jiang Hanxue drunkenly read these two sentences over and over again, sighed, raised her neck again, and drank it all.

"Poof—"

Jiang Hanxue sat down on the chair, so drunk that she couldn't open her eyes, and the corners of her mouth were already drooling.

It's a small example, I don't believe it can't kill you! Murong Qingluan laughed triumphantly and dried up his own jar of wine, and then staggered to put the old man who had already been drunk and unconscious to bed, took off his shoes and covered the quilt, and turned around and set up "Murong Kunpeng": "Let's go, the old sister will send you back to your room to sleep!" ”

Murong Qingluan took Jiang Hanxue away, neither of them noticed, Xiao Funi quietly let go, and fell to the ground silently, and after Murong Qingluan and Jiang Hanxue went out, Xiao Funi jumped into the wine jar that Jiang Hanxue had drunk, stretched out her pink little tongue and licked "Fugen", and suddenly the two red little eyes turned pink, and she squeezed her mouth: "Chirp!" ”

Still not satisfied after licking it clean, Little Funi jumped on an unopened wine jar, and opened it with a scratch of her little paws.

It lay on the edge of the wine jar and poked its small mouth into the wine and drank it, and the wine was naturally low when it drank less, so it hooked the edge of the wine jar with its big tail, and drank it with its head and feet, and its little belly was round and not satisfied, and suddenly the big tail was loosened, and it fell into it with a "bang......

……

"I am upside down and upside down, like a wave! There are 10,000 kinds of grievances, pay a smile! I'm low, I'm high, staggering and refusing to pour, I know best what is in the wine......" Murong Qingluan stood up with Jiang Hanxue, and sang passionately all the way with a hoarse voice, startling countless night birds.

Anyway, the whole island was taken care of by their family, and the two sisters shook it to Murong Kunpeng's room.

threw "Murong Kunpeng" on the big bed at once, and Murong Qingluan stretched out his evil hands to "Murong Kunpeng" with a lewd smile - the world is turning, and time is pressing. 10,000 years is too long, seize the day!

Syllable! Syllable! Syllable!

Jiang Hanxue was already drunk, but Murong Qingluan's toast poem was too beautiful, she drank it to the end in order to be able to listen to it, not to mention that Murong Qingluan slapped her ass at this time, even if she did something more indescribable, she couldn't wake up, it's not that she lacks defense, the main thing is that this is hers, oh no, it's Murong Kunpeng's home, do you still need to be guarded against at home?

After three buttocks, Murong Qingluan finally showed a satisfied smile: "Stinky boy, hiccup, see if you dare to be a wild puppet......"

In fact, Murong Qingluan has already arrived, relying on the support of this obsession, and now that the idea is finally reached, that momentum is also discharged, after saying that, Murong Qingluan's eyes rolled and fell forward, and the whole person pressed on the body of "Murong Kunpeng", and he couldn't get up anymore when he was dizzy......