Datang: Mother, I really have no private money

Qin Qiong cupped her fists and was about to leave.

But this time.

"Hmm........Hoohoo..."

"Water...water...water!"

Cheng Yaojin suddenly made a strange sound, and then called out in a low voice.

"oops!"

Mrs. Cheng was taken aback and hurried to pour water.

Qin Qiong and Yuchi Jingde were also shocked, and hurried over.

"Bite gold, bite gold, are you awake?" Qin Qiong called softly.

Cheng Yaojin opened his eyes in a daze, but in the next breath, he seemed to think of something, sat up suddenly from the bed, and looked wildly around.

"His Majesty!"

"His Majesty!"

"Your Majesty!"

He is in a hurry.

"Bite gold, His Majesty has already returned to the palace." Yuchi Jingde said hastily.

"Going back to the palace?" Cheng Yaojin was still a little confused.

"Yes, look, this is your mansion. You were drunk just now, and the servant brought you in." Qin Qiong took the conversation, and he looked at Cheng Yaojin, who looked sleepy, Shaking his head, he said with a smile: "Bite gold, how much did you and Your Majesty drink at noon?"

"I've never seen you so drunk before."

Cheng Yaojin looked around and saw that just as Qin Qiong and the others said, he had already returned.

Bang!

He slammed his head on the pillow again, and then stretched out two fingers.

"Two altars?" Qin Qiong guessed.

Cheng Yaojin shook his head.

"Twenty altars?" Qin Qiong exclaimed.

Cheng Yaojin shook his head again.

"Then this is?" Qin Qiong was puzzled.

Yuchi Jingde stood beside him, looked at Cheng Yaojin's state, frowned, and said with a smile: "Old Cheng, I have never seen you drinking twenty altars, but last time you drank for sixteen days, never Hei Daoming, but he doesn't look like this."

Cheng Yaojin smiled wryly.

Lips are a little chapped.

He took a sip, and after it was slightly moist, he said, "Two...bowls."

Qin Qiong:·········

Yuchi Jingde:·········

"Bite gold, don't make trouble."

"Two bowls, two bowls of wine are weaker than water to you, how is that possible!"

"Is your bowl as big as the big vat outside?"

How could Qin Qiong believe it.

Two bowls of wine?

How much are two bowls of wine?

To put it bluntly, it is fed to ants to drink, and the ants are not drunk.

Not to mention Cheng Yaojin, the devil incarnation.

"That's right, bite gold, speak carefully, don't make trouble, the effect of drinking these two bowls of wine is more powerful than twenty jars."

"Noisy."

Yuchi Jingde shook his head again and again.

In this case, ghosts will believe it.

"Old Cheng, what lies are you talking about for General Qin and General Yuchi?"

"I don't blame you."

Madam Cheng angrily handed the tea in her hand to Cheng Yaojin.

Cheng Yaojin sat halfway, took it, took a sip, but then...

puff········

He spat it all out in one gulp.

"What tea?"

"It's so hard to drink."

"I want to drink plum juice."

Cheng Yaojin blurted out.

The room was a little quiet, and when Cheng Yaojin finished speaking, he was also a little quiet.

Four people, big eyes to small eyes.

What the hell?

Cranberry juice?

what is that?Why never heard of it?

"oops········"

Cheng Yaojin put the teacup aside, sighed, and lay down again.

"What I said is real."

"Just two bowls of wine."

"Why don't you believe it?"

"Second Brother Qin, Old Hei, let me tell you, the wine... tsk tsk tsk..."

When Cheng Yaojin thought of it, his face was full of nostalgia and taste.

"It's really good. I, Cheng Yaojin, have never had such a good wine in my life."

"There is also hot pot, and sour plum juice, what a mother!!!"

"It's so cool, it's so cool."

Cheng Yaojin stared blankly at the roof, and the corners of his mouth were about to bleed as he spoke.

Qin Qiong and Yuchi Jingde met each other.

"Old Cheng, what the hell is it?"

"Can you tell me well?"

"Best drink? What kind of wine is that?"

Qin Qiong asked quickly.

Mrs. Cheng was beside her, also looking curious.

She had never seen Cheng Yaojin like this before.

First time!

This is really the first time!

Cheng Yaojin took a deep breath and carefully explained what he had for lunch today.

Of course, the scene where they all started to make a fool of themselves was skipped.

"this·········"

Listening to what Cheng Yaojin said, the three of them were a little dazed.

"This wine...how is it possible!"

"No matter how delicious it is, it's impossible to get drunk after two drinks!"

"And that hot pot and plum juice, really so delicious? Why haven't I heard of it?"

Qin Qiong still didn't believe it.

Cheng Yaojin said with joy, but he couldn't understand that feeling at all.

"Yes."

"No matter how delicious it is, you will never get drunk after two drinks."

"Also, old Cheng, don't frame me, how can anyone eat pot and not have teeth?"

Yuchi Jingde shook his head again and again, with a look of disbelief.

"cut."

"It's fine if you don't believe it."

"This wine was brewed by His Royal Highness Wei Wang himself, and the hot pot and sour plum juice were also made by His Royal Highness Wei Wang."

"This time, my trip was worthwhile."

Cheng Yaojin didn't bother to explain to them.

snort!

Look at the ignorant appearance, it is really...

despise!

People who have never even eaten hot pot, who have never even drank strong alcohol, are not worthy of talking to themselves.

However, suddenly, Cheng Yaojin's eyes widened, and Yi Gulong got up from the bed.

"Hey?"

"correct!"

"I remember that His Majesty took three jars of wine from His Royal Highness King Wei today, as well as the hot pot base."

"Let's go and find His Majesty to eat."

When Cheng Yaojin remembered this, he immediately wanted to put on his boots.

"hiss·········"

But because he was too excited, he felt a little dizzy as soon as his mind swayed, and he was on the verge of falling. Fortunately, Qin Qiong grabbed him. 0

"Old Cheng, it's so late."

"take a rest first."

"Tomorrow, let's go at noon tomorrow."

Qin Qiong quickly persuaded.

"Yes, you just ate today, and His Majesty just ate and drank too. Let's go together tomorrow."

Yuchi Jingde also stopped him.

"Oh!"

"exactly!"

"It was my recklessness!"

Cheng Yaojin patted his forehead and looked at the sky outside, it was already dark.

He slowly lay down again.