C11

The Chu Clan's wine jugs were specially designed for the royal family's standard banquet. When poured into the same set of wine cups, it was around twenty cups.

Including Chu Yuan, there were about fifteen people at the scene.

Aside from the three or five people who were usually so strong that they drank twenty cups of wine, most of them would only pour it down in one cup.

In the end, no matter how stupid he was, he could tell that there was something wrong with the wine.

"You guys, are... weak, just not good enough. I drank everything that was wrong. En, one, two, three, four … Fifteen cups. Why didn't I fall down? You, you, I, how do you say that? No seed, yes, no seed. I really admire these people. "

Chu Dai put his hands on his waist, as if he was an idiot, pointing at the group of angry youths on the ground.

F * ck!

I can't take it anymore!

The youths present were all in the prime of their lives. When they saw Chu Tianjiao breathe out through his nostrils and that incomparably despicable expression, they all cried out loudly and rushed forward …

I was looked down upon by an idiot. I don't know what to do, I don't know what to do. Damn it, I don't believe it. It's so weird today.

Huala, the last three to five charged forward.

Very quickly, they added several hundred jin of contribution to Luo Xin's physical weight.

Puff — -

Luo Xin, who had been woken up by the pressure and was trying to struggle free, spat out a mouthful of blood and turned into a lump of meat paste.

Dongfang Qingyun was already numb to it. He had long wanted to rush over to carry the unlucky bastards home and teach them a lesson, but it was a pity that Chu Feiran kept staring at him and kept repeating what he had just said.

"Brother Chu is right. Let's take a look at these kids from the capital. How talented are they?"

Therefore, he could only control himself time and time again, but in his heart, he was cursing Chu Feiran. If you keep on repeating yourself, then keep on repeating yourself. Why don't you change your words!

"Hey, why did it all fall? "Shan Chu, why don't you come as well?" Chu Wuwei innocently turned around, still holding that jug of wine in his hand, staring at Shan Chu, who had a very wonderful expression on his face.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

The earth began to shake violently. It was unknown which servant, who served the dishes, was sent flying by the fleeing mountain Chu.

Too terrifying, too terrifying, extremely terrifying.

Sigh, Chu Gong looked at the pile of meat in front of him and shook his head. There really was no challenge. He then looked around the training grounds, and when he saw Dongfang Qingyun's table, his eyes lit up.

Dongfang Qingyun, who was staring at him numbly, started to cough.

As the training grounds was very large and it was arranged according to one's status, there were some distinguished guests that were seated at the north side of the training grounds.

As a result, the elders of the young masters did not notice this place which was separated by several dozen tables.

Apart from the high seats, the two tables on the stage only had a few tables near to each other.

The guests at Chu very's table had originally planned to watch him make a fool of himself, but when they saw him, they were all stunned. Some of them had been holding wine in their hands for a long time without drinking it, while others were chewing on meat.

When Chu Dai looked around, he was immediately scared to the point that they were like birds and beasts that had scattered. Several tables of people all hid to the side and formed a circle as they looked at Chu Dai in fear.

"Lord Li, what seems to be happening there?" Minister of Rites, Liu Fu, was chatting happily with Li Lan and her men. He was sitting in the south, so he could see the commotion in the south with a single glance.

Li Lan continued drinking her wine and didn't continue speaking. However, a trace of happiness was reflected in her wine cup.

He had witnessed the scene of Luo Xin and the others pulling Chu Tian closer to the table. He had said that Chu Yu was narrow-minded and that he would not oppose it. However, he did not want to swallow this type of qi.

If any prince or any normal young master were to make his daughter cry, he would be able to wipe her clothes and smile as long as it wasn't too excessive.

However, the person who made him lose face was an idiot. So what if he was the grandson of Chu? He was still an idiot.

This idiot was mingling with the young masters of the capital, so what could happen to him? Luo Xin must have avenged Qing Qing, ruthlessly humiliating Chu Ji, causing everyone to clamor.

"Kids can't make any noise when they play." Li Lan replied indifferently without even raising her head.

"Ah! Yun'er, how did you become like this?!" Men, come quickly! Throw away all of the people who are pressed down on us and get Yun'er out of here right now! "

"Master, there's Cao Fei ~"

"AHH!"

"Senior Cao, this lowly servant loves his son dearly. Please don't blame him. Look at this, this …"

"Hmph, come, throw Fei'Er's people away!"

"Lord, the grandson of the Prime Minister ~"

"AHH!"

More and more people noticed the abnormality and ran over to spectate. Occasionally, a sentence would sound out, causing Li Lan to frown. What was going on?

It was as if things were not going in the direction he had imagined.

In front of him, Liu Fu could no longer sit still because he had heard his son's name.

"Brother Li, it doesn't seem like you're playing with children. This old man is a bit worried, so I'll go take a look first."

Looking at Rove's staggering figure, Li Lan had some doubts in her heart. Putting down the wine cup in her hand, she followed the crowd and ran over.

"Who's at the top, hurry up and get him down!" The one who spoke was an old official from the previous dynasty, Zhao Shang. He was sixty years old and had followed the late emperor to fight in the mountains. Although he had long since returned home, he still enjoyed a very high status in the imperial court. Even if it was the founder of the country, they would still have to respectfully call out the old prime minister when they saw him.

People all get a problem when they get old, that's the generation that loves the youngest, and his great-grandson, Zhao Yu, is currently drunk on top of someone else, even though there are more than ten people under him.

"Borrowed. Borrowed." The Imperial Physician Kang Zheng wiped off his cold sweat as he ran out. The person at the very top was none other than his son Kang Qing.

In his heart, he had long cursed Kang Qing to death, but he was both angry and excited. He had suppressed the son of the Prime Minister right under his nose; something that he had never dared to do in his entire life was actually done by his own son while he was drunk.

"I have no right to teach my son, so I don't mind."

Kang Zheng dragged his son down, saying that he was guilty. After dragging him down, he was afraid that the old tyrants and tyrants would choke him to death. He quickly bid farewell to Chu Feiran who had just surrounded him.

"Master Kang, the younger generation can't drink anymore. As seniors, can we have a few more cups of wine?" Chu Feiran still had a nonchalant look on his face. It was as if this matter was just like the battle qi between the younger generation that he had mentioned.

"No need, this official still has matters to attend to. Goodbye."

Then, some of them felt heartache, some were frightened, and some were dragged down by their respective parents.

The people who didn't bring their children over were secretly rejoicing, but they were still puzzled. Just what happened here? Did a group of people die together with the wine?

However, this attitude was too strange.

"Eh, isn't that Lord Luo's son?"

Luo Sheng, who had just run over, felt his heart skip a beat. Then, he saw Luo Xin, who was vomiting blood and dying on the spot.

"AHH!" Xin'er, my heart! "

Li Lan's eyelids twitched when she heard the sorrowful cry of her family members, and a bad premonition arose within her heart.

"Dad, dad, you have to avenge Luo Xin! He was drunk on Chu Tian!" Sure enough, a red-eyed Li Qingqing ran out of nowhere.

"Chu very!"

As soon as Li Qingqing finished speaking, Chu Ji, who was watching the scene outside, felt a chill coming from his back.

"Chu Mu is over there. Come out for me!" Minister of Rites.

"That little bastard! My grandson was also drunk!" The Prime Minister, Qian Qian, said.

"Catch that brat! I want to know what kind of trick he pulled to make Yu'er drunk to such an extent!" An old official of the previous dynasty, Zhao Shang.

"Very well, they are looking for you." Just as Chu Feng wanted to hide, an extremely simple and honest voice rang out from behind him like the rumbling of thunder, making him want to strangle him to death.

Of course, the first thing he needed to do was to pinch his neck, which was even thicker than his waist.

Knowing that he could not escape anymore, an idea came to Chu Feng. He collapsed on the ground with a plop. He put the wine pot into his mouth and the wine dripped from his mouth onto the ground.

"Ugh …"

"He's drunk." Shan Chu scratched the back of his head and giggled.

"…"