Muge didn't want to sit with Zheng Qian anymore, so he went back to the seat of the general banner directly. Tang Wei was drinking happily with Jiang Lin, turned his head and asked Pastoral, "Did you throw up?"

Pastoral Gemeng Tang Wei knew the grace of the encounter, and he didn't dare to contradict him, so he could only ask Tang Wei bluntly: "Secretary General Zhao also vomited." Aren't you going to get her a few drinks?"

Tang Wei said lonely: "I am a centurion, and I am not qualified to go to the wine table of the god of war at all." It's okay, Zhao Lei is used to it, she has always done a good job in reception, it should be fine......"

"That's your woman!" said Madrigal, holding back her anger.

"I went to block it, and Yuan Hua scolded me several times...... I can't ......help it," Tang Wei was still helpless. But Madrigal couldn't restrain her heartache, and roared with her cup in her hands: "She's your woman!!"

Although this uncontrollable shouting did not reach Zheng Xuan's ears, it shocked Jiang Lin and Tang Wei to stop their chopsticks and look at Muge blankly: "You, are you okay?"

At this time, Zheng Qian had already helped Zhao Lei, who was smiling like a flower, back. Pastoral Ge glanced at Zhao Lei, but Zhao Lei glanced at Li Zi and glared at Pastoral Ge. Madrigal looked up at Li Zi and found that she was surrounded by men, and in the crowd, only Li Zi's pink bow was exposed.

Muge didn't say a word, pointed at Tang Wei and said, "You must escort Zhao Lei home." After speaking, he picked up the golden rippling blue jade wine jug, passed through the crowd of demons dancing wildly, and squeezed towards Li Zi's position.

Gradually approaching Li Zi, Mu Ge heard Yuan Hua shouting hoarsely: "Commander Li, since the dress exposes the left shoulder, then the right shoulder must also be peeled off to look good, it is asymmetrical, too ugly!

The drunken and hazy Li Zi refused hesitantly, but was suppressed by He Youde's cheers: "It's still the level of Captain Yuan! It's better to be like this, Yuan Hua respects Captain Li with a glass, then he won't lose his shoulder straps." If the commander of the Li regiment refuses to drink, then accept the criticism with an open mind! So many regiment commanders are standing here waiting!"

The others have long been drunk, and whether it is right or not, they all feel that if they can see Li Zi's half-faded shirt in this life, it will be worth dying. So they coaxed one after another, disrespecting the old.

Li Zi can repel one or two, but he can't be the enemy of the masses. The golden cup she was holding was pushed and undulated, and when she was in pain, the laughter of the pastoral song sounded: "I'm afraid that Commander Yuan's proposal is a half-finished product, right?

Everyone looked back together, Li Zi was like a pardon, and he looked at him, but He Youde's eyes were like knives: "Pastoral! It's you again!"

Madrigal walked up to his glass and shouted, "For the sake of happiness, I'll perfect it." I and Captain Yuan fight for wine, if Captain Yuan loses, then don't worry about picking up the clothes of beautiful women. ”

The Legion Commanders burst into laughter. Yuan Hua shouted angrily: "Pastoral, there is no place for you to speak here!

When Li Zi heard this sentence, she poked at the self-esteem of the madrigal, and when she was anxious, she heard the madrigal's hearty laughter, and she didn't think it was angry: "Today is a feast, I will be promoted by the leader, I will go on the expedition tomorrow, take the liberty of being the protagonist of tonight, and add some interest to everyone - if Captain Yuan wins, then don't be hypocritical, simply cut Li Zi's shoulder straps, which is more in line with Commander Yuan's aesthetics." What do you think?"

This color head was even more exciting, Bi Fang, the commander of the Thor Legion, was the first to shout "good", this "good" seemed to be contagious, and it immediately spread, and finally even Qin Chong, the commander of the army line, smiled and said "Yes", and suddenly Yuan Hua couldn't squeak, so he could only swallow it with hatred. And He Youde's voice was weak, and he couldn't resist at all.

Madrigal squeezed to Li Zi's side, politely and pretended to be distant, raised a glass to her, and smiled: "Take you as a prize, please forgive me for offending." ”

Li Zi was happy in her heart, and she wanted to pretend to be an ordinary colleague with him on the bright side, and immediately pursed her lips and bowed her head, this shy and obedient appearance could be called a hundred years old, and aroused the beastliness of the men, and the army commanders shouted overwhelmingly: "Don't delay! Drink! Drink!"

Excessive intake of Jinxi wine will directly damage the capacity of the inner universe. It is precisely because of this that the old bureaucrats, who are brave and ruthless, regard fighting as a duel, and push the men who persist to the end as warriors. Yuan Hua originally bullied Li Zi for her poor drinking, and He Youde even wanted to get her drunk, but unexpectedly, he killed a "Mu Zongqi" who didn't know whether he was alive or dead, and he was immediately defeated. Yuan Hua said that he didn't drink with the madrigal.

Qin Chong, executive director of the army line and commander of the army regiment, wiped off the wine foam on his beard and ordered Yuan Hua: "There is nothing wrong with what the pastoral song said. Besides, you're an old wine stick, and you're afraid of a two-star samurai, aren't you old?"

Yuan Hua was helpless and had a drink with the pastoral. There is already a good thing over there to fill the two rows of luminous cups, waiting for the pastoral to take a cup. Pastoral glared at Yuan Hua fiercely, and continued to drink with suicidal momentum, destroying ten cups in an instant, and Qin Chong, who was watching, gasped and took the lead in cheering. In fact, when Madrigal drank the fifth cup, his face was already extremely ugly, and the "magma" in his stomach rushed to his throat three or five times, but he ate it back and continued to drink.

Pastoral's tactics worked. Yuan Hua could have drunk more than a dozen cups, but because the cups of the pastoral song were already empty, and his cups were consumed slowly, he couldn't hold his face, and he was in a hurry to catch up, but he drank too quickly, and he didn't have the steel perseverance of the pastoral. His adjutant didn't dare to dislike it, and hurriedly helped Yuan Hua out of the table, and then ordered someone to come and clean up. The cleaner sprayed the flames and burned the vomit into powder.

Everyone congratulated the madrigal and gave it unanimous praise. Qin Chong patted Muge's shoulder with a smile, and said in public: "As long as you come back alive, you will definitely have a bright future." He Youde, who was suddenly angry, smoked and ran back to Wu Han's side.

Madrigal kept bowing to the legion commanders, clenching his teeth, and not daring to say a word, first, because he had little experience and was afraid of saying the wrong thing, and second, because his teeth were full of filth, and he couldn't swallow it back, and he would squirt out when he opened his mouth. Another regiment commander who appreciated him came to take the initiative to toast, and Pastoral turned his head to swallow the filth, smiled and forced a drink, and asked for leave to go to the bathroom.

Li Zi was worried about him, regardless of the truth, she left the table with her skirt to stroke Muge's vest, and asked softly: "Are you okay?" Don't drink too much, they are all brewed in high-end wine, don't compare with them." ”

Madrigal staggered, gritted his teeth, shook his head and waved his hands with a grim face, and hurried to the bathroom. Li Zi was not at ease, so she called Junyi, who was drinking happily, over, and asked her to go to see the madrigal.

Pastoral Song crashed into the bathroom, and fell on the familiar pit, with a mouth, nasal cavity, mouth like a faucet, and poured out all the brains, magma-like stomach acid burned all the way from the esophagus to the throat, and even the nasal cavity was spicy. He was afraid of soiling his uniform, so he held on to the wall with his hands and feet, muttering in his head, "I can't lose, I can't lose." At this time, the mellow Jinxi wine was already as annoying as soapy water, and as soon as Pastoral thought of "I want to win", he desperately used his fingers to pick his throat, and under the conditioned reflex, his stomach squeezed out all the golden Jinxi wine like a towel. His tears were all over the floor, and the noodles were clogged in his nostrils, and it took him a long time to blow them clean. He stepped out against the wall and plunged into the pool to wash his face. He washed and dried his face, straightened his uniform in front of the mirror, and walked back to the deadly table with a smile on his face.

Junyi stood by the pool with her chest crossed throughout the whole process, staring at the madrigal to clean up and watch the madrigal leave. Madrigal didn't even notice her presence—he couldn't even open his eyes.

"O strong man. Junyi muttered and followed the madrigal back.