Liang Mou had also heard of such legends, tilted his head slightly, and did not respond.

Liang Changshi...... After the famous general, he is so beautiful and delicate that he is really not suitable for joining the army. The battlefield is hard, and it is easy to grow old. Wu Tao rubbed next to the table and sat next to her.

With Wu Tao's thoughts, there are never few strong women, but in the end they all turned into gentle stunners in his arms.

Liang Mou's face was expressionless, and he stepped back: "Dying on the battlefield and the horse leather shroud are nothing, since I joined the army, I am not afraid of burying my bones in another country one day, let alone my appearance." ”

"Liang ......"

"Is there anything else you have to say?" Liang Mou suddenly interrupted Wu Tao's words, and as soon as she raised her head, her eyes were like knives, which made Wu Tao dumb for a while.

"The two of you are talking so lively, why don't you drink?" one person suddenly intervened between the two, holding a glass of light wine in each hand, one for Liang Mou, and one for Wu Tao, "General Liang has also said it, thinking that there are countless peddlers and apprentices in the world, lowly people, why do you need to use the blood of the famous generals of the Liang clan in the clouds to rush into battle." Even if you join the army, you can point far away and win a thousand miles, which is the backbone of the Liang family, why should Liang Changshi personally risk the arrows? I also think that you and I are all fine dust in the vast universe, and we will eventually become dry bones for decades of life, and our youth is short but we can't have fun immediately, and we have wasted thousands of charming daughters. ”

It turned out that Kan Miao didn't please Wu Tao when he saw him coming up, thinking that he was from a barbaric land, and his words were tasteless and unpleasant to the ladies, so he rushed up to help.

Wu Tao was more sensitive than the drunk Kan Miao, and when he saw Liang Mou's face becoming more and more cold, he hurriedly waved his hand: "Don't talk about these first, don't talk about it first, it's rare to have a birthday of Taifu, and you can't go home happy, isn't it a pity?" ”

He took the lead in drinking the cup, but saw Kan Miao covering his face with his sleeve and secretly glaring at him.

Liang Mou pressed his fingers hard, almost crushing the tin cup, but finally gritted his teeth and poured the glass of wine, and the wine entered his throat like a warm current, melting into his heart. She placed the cup heavily on the table, her face cold as frost.

Kan Miao and Wu Tao no longer pestered her, and only sat next to her and watched singing and dancing. The dancing girl changed again, and those who sat among the guests to serve wine before, the light veils on their bodies were torn to pieces, and the drunken chatter came from time to time. Several of the housekeepers seemed to be drunk at the feet of the dancing girl, and immediately a house slave came in and sent the dancing girl and the head of the house into the back hall to rest. Of course, Wu Tao understood the meaning, and he was even more interested in it, and secretly glanced at Liang Mou next to him, Liang Mou's frozen face was already flushed with a light red, and it became more and more attractive under the milky white skin.

Wu Tao was secretly happy in his heart. Kan Miao's eyes meant that he had drugged Liang Mou's wine. Kan Miao didn't know where to buy some very light aphrodisiacs, and sometimes secretly put them in the ladies' wine, taking the opportunity to have fun. It is often difficult to tell afterwards whether it is drunkenness or drugs.

A drunken head over there bit the neck of the dancing girl Xue Nen, the dancing girl let out a charming moan, Liang Mou suddenly struggled to support the table with his hands, and a drop of fine sweat gushed out from his sideburns.

"Liang Changshi," Wu Tao finally couldn't help but go up and hug Liang Mou's waist, "General Liang is drunk, I'll send General Liang back to the back hall to rest." ”

He leaned hard against Liang Mou's body to smell the smell of her body, and his heart was like a rapid drumbeat.

"You are presumptuous!" Liang Mou roared suddenly, she didn't show any mercy at all, and swung out a palm, slapping it firmly on Wu Tao's cheek.

Then she knelt up and leaned forward, leaned sideways, and was stunned by this voice and Liang Mou's movements, they were not only shocked that Liang Mou dared to fan Wu Bohou's son, but also that the posture of kneeling and sitting up was completely the sword momentum of Liang's "sitting on the sword and killing" in the clouds, this sword posture had an allusion, and almost everyone knew it.

Who would dare to kill the son of Wu Bohou?