Chapter 32 I lost the second floor seat again

Such a humiliating thing has been spread to the women's seat.

The men's seat has already been in trouble.

Man Zhangzhi was personally welcoming the deputy judge of Xiaoxiang Academy from outside, and Wang Zao came straight to him with a wine jug in one hand.

Man Zhangzhi didn't react yet, and the subordinates in the house stepped forward to stop him, and he didn't stop him.

"Uncle, uncle, come on, it's really lively today, come and drink, eat and drink."

Wang Zao was accustomed to being promiscuous, stepped forward and grabbed Man Zhangzhi's neck, and handed the wine jug to his mouth.

Man Zhangzhi looked at him like this, and it seemed that he had drunk it a long time ago.

Still drunk.

"Brother-in-law, don't worry, look at this adult, do you still recognize it?" Man Zhangzhi smiled and pointed to the deputy court judge and said kindly.

Wang Zao raised his head at this time, glanced at the deputy court judge, and said impatiently which is this white-bearded old man.

Don't recognize, don't recognize!

Man Zhangzhi's face immediately changed, and because of the bad occasion, he turned around and said to the deputy court that my brother-in-law had drunk too much today, and he didn't even remember his old acquaintances.

How did he get into the second floor of Xiaoxiang Academy, and how did he get into the eyes of the deputy court.

It's not his brother-in-law who sentenced him to old acquaintances.

Now it seems that this king is afraid that he has said a big thing, and he doesn't know any vice court judgment at all!

The deputy court sentenced some old people to be angry, this lowly Shu clan dared to deceive himself.

The brother-in-law Wang Zao in his mouth is not the scholar Wang Chisel he knows at all.

It's just an arrogant drunken putty.

The king had already been exalted in this Manchurian mansion, and at first glance the white-bearded old man was looking at himself with his nose and eyes. I didn't feel a wave of unconvincing welling up in my heart, and I burped him thickly.

The vice court sentenced him to be old, and he was smoked on the spot, and his beard was crooked.

This almost scared Man Zhangzhi's courage.

"Someone, don't get him away quickly! Come on! ”

"Which of you dare, I am a member of the Wang family, and the Langya Wang family in Jiankang City knows that the adults know it...... That's my uncle. ”

The king struggled and refused to go, and the people below listened to him, and although they were skeptical, they did not dare to come forward and pull him again.

"Go! Call me the young lady! ”

Man Zhangzhi angrily ordered her to come and see her good cousin.

It's a shame today.

Perhaps, it's not just a shame! Man Zhangzhi was heartbroken, and the seat on the second floor, I'm afraid I can't keep it!

At that moment, he swept over a figure sitting in the corner, and a flash of inspiration flashed.

How did you forget him!

Man Zhangzhi walked up to the deputy court judge who was about to leave with a sneer, laughed twice, lowered his voice and said mysteriously:

"Misunderstanding, misunderstanding, it's all a misunderstanding, the court judges, please come here and show you someone."

The deputy court judge didn't want to ignore him, but he was curious about his mysterious appearance, and thought that since he had come, let's see what tricks he played.

"Xiao ......" Man Zhang's Xiao character was about to come out of his mouth, and a clear and soft and unquestionable firm voice came from behind:

"Little third son, you are hiding here again and being lazy, and you haven't gone to work before you get wine!"

Little Sanzi...... Xiao Jian's eyelids jumped with his eyelids.

Mrs. Man is talking about her own master?

Xiao Jian's face was hidden behind a one-person-tall vase, and his eyes were uncertain.

Is she calling herself? He was indeed the third in the family, and the first two brothers were involved in the court and died early.

I'm afraid that even Manzhang Zhidu only thinks that he is the only son in the family.

She called herself the third son, whether it was a coincidence or an intention.