Chapter 169: Three bowls of intoxicating wine

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Aunt Mei looked at the dark eyes in the south of the city and was a little related, and even her small flower umbrella was also a little related. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

It was early summer, and the sun didn't have time to bake the whole earth, nor did it have time to hide countless enthusiasm in the air, and even there was a rain during the day today, not too big or small, but enough to wash away all the traces of stuffiness and summer.

Some of these nights are like late autumn or early spring nights, and they are always a bit of a kinship.

Of course, Aunt Mei will not be because of the rain that is not too big or small, but no matter how close the relatives drink a large glass of hot wine and soak those relatives with throat-burning wine, they will not feel the relatives, and then give birth to endless pride.

Wine is such a good thing at this time.

It's just that Aunt Mei is now listening to her general's words and waiting for guests outside the mansion, and there is no way to drink, so there is no way to get rid of the relatives in her heart.

The rain is still falling, Aunt Mei is still waiting, and the guests have not yet arrived.

It's not that it's not enough, the time has not come.

If the time has not come, the guests will not arrive, but the time has not yet come, but it does not mean that you can't drink.

If you have a guest, you can drink, and if you don't have a guest, you can drink as a guest.

As long as you are drinking, whether the people sitting next to you are men or women, old or young, you can always hold a jug of wine and drink a few glasses.

What the general enjoyed most was the pleasure of drinking like that.

For alcoholics, there is no time to drink, and there is no time when you can't drink.

It just so happened that the general was a drunkard, and it happened that what was in front of him was wine, or fine wine.

As for the guests, it doesn't matter the guests, as long as there is alcohol, everyone is a guest.

Lao Zhao is also a guest.

There is a door and a wooden door in the outer hall and courtyard of the General's Palace.

Lao Zhao is closing the door, and the general is holding wine.

The general saw the jar of wine at a glance, and the wine was well sealed by mud.

The general seemed to have smelled the osmanthus fragrance of the wine.

Then, Lao Zhao also smelled the fragrance in his wine cellar.

There was no food on the table, no one served it, and no wine glasses.

But the general's cheeks were already a little red, and the fragrance of osmanthus brewed for more than ten years soaked the general.

Who needs a wine cup, the general casually slapped open the mud tire, gurgling, and took a big sip.

However, it is still not fun, and it is still a big mouthful.

Finally, the general's face was already full of red glow and drunkenness.

Lao Zhao smiled bitterly, and hurriedly wanted to snatch the half-empty osmanthus brew from the general's hand, but the general was willing to let go of the wine, and easily dodged Lao Zhao's already clumsy hand.

"Master, you, how can you tell me to explain to Aunt Mei......" Lao Zhao only smiled bitterly, he didn't know where to put his hands, and he didn't know what kind of expression he should put on his face.

"Confess, what to explain, you tell her truthfully, I'll take a look, see ......"

The general's tongue is in a knot.

Of course, the general is an alcoholic, but not everyone who is an alcoholic can drink, or can drink.

The general is not a strange man who can't pour a thousand glasses, he is just a good wine man who is not good at drinking.

Such people like to drink, but they are also extremely prone to getting drunk.

They may not be drinking, but drunk.

In the General's Mansion, the people in the Daimyo's Mansion knew that the Shogun was not a person who could drink, nor was he a person who could drink.

Legend has it that a righteous man drank three bowls of liquor in front of a hill, and then beat a big tiger on the mountain with his bare hands, and then he had the reputation of three bowls of hard work.

This general also has a somewhat similar "good name" -- three bowls of non-stick tables.

Where are you going to get to the table? Anyway, you won't sit there properly.

It's just that such a good name is always a little embarrassing, even a kind person like the general doesn't want to hear someone call himself like that.

Except for one time, when he was drunk.

When you're drunk, how can you care about other people's banter about you?

The general was already a little drunk.

Some of the drunk were speechless, and the drunk could only sit aside, still holding the jar of osmanthus brew in their arms, but not a drop of osmanthus brew fell into the general's mouth.

Where else could he find his mouth.

It was not the first time for Lao Zhao to see a general like this, he secretly complained in his heart, he thought of the distinguished guest who had not appeared for a long time and came here to see such a general, how should he blame himself.

The more Lao Zhao thought about it, the more scared he became, and the more he thought about it, the more frightened he became.

With so many worries, why not get drunk.

Lao Zhao thought like this, grabbed the wine in the general's arms, and took a big sip on the wine jar.

Wine is a good thing, it always teaches people to forget some troubles, forget to face the things they are going to face.

For example, Lao Zhao forgot the beautiful aunt he was about to face, and he also forgot the mess outside the door.

People who hide something in their hearts that they want to forget are always easy to get drunk, and Lao Zhao's alcohol consumption is excellent on weekdays, but he soon sank into the fragrance of osmanthus flowers.

Is it that the more you want to forget to write things, the more likely you are to get drunk.

What does that easily drunk general want to forget? Lao Zhao doesn't know, maybe Aunt Mei knows.

Wine is something that not only teaches people to forget something, but also most often strengthens their courage.

Lao Zhao snatched the osmanthus brew in the general's arms with the help of wine.

The general felt that his osmanthus brew had been snatched away, and he frowned drunkenly, but saw another round face that was also a little drunk.

I don't know if it's because of this wine, Lao Zhao's honest face actually looked a little hideous, and he poured wine into his mouth viciously.

Of course, Lao Zhao didn't notice the general's gaze, nor did he notice that the general's face, who should have started drilling the table now, was a little clearer.

Maybe it was that Qingming, the general didn't reach out to snatch the jar of rare osmanthus brew that Lao Zhao was holding onto.

Maybe there's something else.

The general looked at Lao Zhao like that, and his eyes suddenly became very deep, as if a lake full of wine was filled.

Lao Zhao's eyes were only full of wine.

One cup, two glasses, one sip, two sips.

Lao Zhao begged to get drunk, so he naturally got drunk faster.

The general still looked at Lao Zhao like that, and took out another jar of wine out of nowhere, another jar of good wine.

The general slapped open the mud seal and retrieved a wine glass.

One by one, it was poured into the cup.

One cup after another was poured into his mouth.

At the end of the cup, it came to the stomach again.

It's just that this time the general was not drunk, but instead of being drunk, his eyes became more and more shining, as if a shining star was lit up in his eyes.

Lao Zhao was drunk, drunk unconscious, drunk and couldn't see anything.

It's easy to see when you're drunk.

But a drunk person can hear, smell, and speak.

Whether it's big or small, it's always the truth.

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Good luck to you.