Fruit wine is a wine made from fruits picked from the mountains, with rock sugar, it tastes sweet and fruity, and there is no spicy alcohol, which is very suitable for women.

But the degree is actually not low, Qingqing persuaded the wine, Liu Ling swallowed a few glasses, and her face gradually turned red.

Qingqing couldn't leave it anymore, and saw that his face was as steady as water, and guessed that he hadn't drunk it yet.

I drank too much, but I would hold Qingqing and sing.

If it weren't for Liu Ling's right now, Qingqing would want to continue to pour it, and it would be interesting to fill him more and watch him scream.

Liu Ling was overwhelmed with alcohol, she drank a little too much, and without waiting for Qingqing to pour the wine, she filled it up first, and drank it all after it was full, and the cup fell heavily on the table, and her face lived up to the calm of the past.

Qingqing saw that it was almost over, and hurriedly gave Buli a look, and asked him to take Yuan Chengyi out, afraid that the little guy would not be able to eat enough, so he asked Buli to pack some food for her.

The pot of boiled fish that Qingqing had been thinking about for a long time was taken away without leaving the whole basin.

As soon as Yuan Cheng followed him out of the door, he heard an angry roar coming from the room behind him:

"Men, there is no such thing as a good thing!"

"Uh-Grandma, what's going on?" Yuan Chengyi asked with a shrunken neck.

"She's throwing bricks and stones." Do not leave the answer.

"That's right! Men aren't good things, damn it!" Liu Ling's voice was much higher than usual.

"Don't leave this shrewd calf thing!" Qingqing continued to throw bricks and lead the way.

jumped and jumped without leaving her temples, it's hard not to think about her playing this part, Qingqing This is a communiqué personal vendetta, deliberately, right?

"Wei Sheng, bastard lamb!" Liu Ling roared with Qingqing, and the alcohol paralyzed her reason, making her naturally say the name that had been buried in her heart for a long time.

Qingqing and Buli were stunned at the same time.

Yuan Chengyi, who was beside him, asked curiously, "Clan grandfather, why did Lang Zhong scold General Wei?"

Buli realized that the next words must have touched the core, and hurriedly took Yuan Chengyi out of the small courtyard, and as soon as the courtyard door was closed, Buli sat at the door, looked at the full moon in the sky, and fell into deep thought.

Yuan Chengyi and Dawu passed by, and the second aunt followed Dawu, with a basket on her arm, and hurriedly walked towards Qingqing's house.

"Grandpa, why don't you come into the house?" Dawu asked, without leaving him with a cold expression, Dawu immediately sighed, revealing a thief's expression.

"Did you let Grandma Clan kick it out? If you're embarrassed to apologize, I'll help you intercede!"

Dawu has now mastered Li Chengshun's skill of bowing his head, and for the sake of the clan grandfather, he is willing to worship until the clan grandmother is discouraged.

He looked at him angrily, "What are you doing here?"

"I heard that Lang Zhong from the city came to your house, and I wanted her to help my mother-in-law take a look, I've been working hard for so long, why hasn't my stomach moved?"

The second aunt made Dawu's face hot, stretched out her hand to push him, and twisted at Wuli: "We don't let Lang Zhong see it in vain, I made some pastries with my own hands." Z.br>

"Come back tomorrow, she's drunk too much now." Looking at the room, presumably Qingqing has already set a lot of news.

I don't know if Liu Ling will wake up tomorrow and chase Qingqing with a knife.

"Alright then, we'll come back tomorrow." When the second aunt heard that she couldn't see a doctor, her face was full of loss, she put down the basket in her hand, and was about to leave, when suddenly the sound of galloping horses' hooves came from afar.

"Who let the Ferrari out so late?" Dawu craned his neck to look in the direction of the sound.

As night fell, he could not see what was ahead, only the sound of horses' hooves getting nearer.

He frowned slightly.

"Not Ferrari. There are two horses, and someone has come to the village."

At the end of the road, two horses galloped in, and although they couldn't see who was coming, they gave orders on instinct.

"Let's go!"

The second aunt didn't understand what was happening, and stood in place with a confused face, Dawu had already dragged her away.

The two of them did not go in the direction they came, but in the opposite direction, and walked home far away.

Almost at the moment when Dawu turned around, two horses came over one after the other, led by Zhang Zhao.

He was followed by a middle-aged man, wearing the armor of an ordinary soldier, looking like he was about thirty, with a Chinese face with thick eyebrows and a wide mouth, and an unusual momentum on his body.

Zhang Zhao's expression looked a little flustered, and without waiting for the horse to stop, he jumped down and hugged his fist at Buli:

"Patriarch Yu, excuse me!"

"The deputy general came to the village so late, I'm afraid there is something important, right?" The gaze that did not leave Zhang Zhao and intuitively fell on the man behind him.

The moonlight was hazy, and I couldn't see anything, but I couldn't leave the smell of blood.

"Are you hurt?" Don't leave to ask Zhang Zhao.

"It's not me, it's mine—herald." Zhang Zhao looked at the man behind him, his eyes worried, "We were attacked on the road, several brothers died, my herald was injured in the abdomen, this is not in the village in front of the village, it is the closest to your village, I want to enter the village to rest for the night."

Bu Li frowned slightly.

How could he not see that Zhang Zhao was lying.

If he can't choose, he naturally doesn't want to let Zhang Zhao stay in his village.

Those who can hunt down and kill the Wei family's military generals are definitely not good stubble, once the other party chases them, their village will be in danger.

Although Qingqing intends to build a village that can withstand the second-level combat readiness, after all, the infrastructure construction has just begun, and many defensive measures have not yet had time to be done.

The most tragic thing in this world is that the enemy came first before the defense was raised.

But if Zhang Zhao is turned away, the village still wants to be gone, unless he can kill Zhang Zhao - he has calculated the force value, balanced the pros and cons, and his eyes are full of murderous intent.

"Are there any guests?" Qingqing came out of the house and walked briskly to her side, as if nothing had happened, as if she didn't know anything.

Looking at her, Qingqing motioned to him with his eyes not to act rashly.

"Ah, isn't this General Zhang, it's so late, why did you come to our small village? Did you run out of hand cream for the general last time?" Qingqing pretended not to know and covered her mouth.

"My herald is wounded and looking for a place to stay."

"Our family just happened to have a female dependent, I'm afraid it's inconvenient, Xianggong, you take the two of you-" Before Qingqing's words were finished, the man behind Zhang Zhao suddenly leaned over and fell down the horse.

Without leaving his hand, he quickly held the man up, but saw that the man's face was pale, his lips were bloodless, and he fainted.

"Thank you Patriarch Yu for your help! Carry him into the house, and the knife in his stomach must be pulled out!" Zhang Zhao was so anxious that he didn't move.

He had already guessed who this unlucky man who had fainted was, and how to bring it into the house?

There is also a Liu Ling who drinks a lot in the house!