Luo Fengtang smiled helplessly.

"Why would you look down on a friend because of sex? This is my wife, and it is only natural that I protect her," he said.

Once again, she persuaded Yang Ruoqing with good words: "Daughter-in-law, please don't make trouble. This burning knife will make your throat sore. I'm afraid you won't be able to bear it!"

Yang Ruoqing raised her lips and smiled: "It's okay. If you can't bear it anymore, I'll withdraw. Anyway, I'm a woman and I don't care about that."

"Come on, come on, Narisong, fill it up for me."

She directly grabbed the wine cup used by Luo Fengtang and stretched it over to receive the wine.

This scene fell in the eyes of Zuo Junmo and Mu Zichuan, who were sitting at the same table.

Both of them were worried about Yang Ruoqing and wanted to dissuade her.

Seeing Luo Fengtang express his feelings, Zuo Junmo, the eldest brother, said nothing and sat aside with a smile to watch.

Mu Zichuan felt a trace of sadness in his heart.

Only someone else's husband has the qualifications to persuade, so who do you think you are? You don't even have the qualifications to persuade.

No one had time to pay attention to the sorrow in Mu Zichuan's heart. Everyone's attention was shifted to Yang Ruoqing.

Because the wine fight here has begun.

Such a deep wine cup, one cup, at least two taels, right?

Yang Ruoqing held the wine cup between her thin fingers and raised her head slightly.

The Shaodaozi wine in the wine cup fell into his belly.

"Well, we've bottomed out..."

She turned the empty wine cup over and showed the empty bottom to everyone at the table.

"It's your turn!" She raised her chin towards Na Risong.

That day, Risong slapped the table and stood up: "Qing'er is so generous when drinking!"

Then, he poured every drop of the wine in the wine glass into his mouth.

"Happy!" Yang Ruoqing touched her palm and reached out to grab the wine bottle: "Let's walk around three times first!"

Then, you come and go, and after three rounds, she is still sitting there steadily, her expression unchanged.

On that day, Risong's face was already red from the smell of alcohol.

Sitting there, leaning to one side, most of the clear color in his eyes was gone.

"That day, Risong, are you coming?" Yang Ruoqing asked with a smile.

"If you can't do it, then replace Brother Zuo and Zichuan. I haven't even had a drink with them yet!"

she said.

Three of you teamed up to drink wine from my man. You guys, let’s see if I don’t cure you all!

Here, Zuo Junmo and Mu Zichuan heard this and saw that Risong was clearly at a disadvantage.

Zuo Junmo touched his nose and said, "Qing'er's drinking capacity is really impressive. Brother Yu has seen it for a long time."

"I can't drink enough, so I punished myself with a drink and left the game first."

After Zuo Junmo finished speaking, without waiting for Yang Ruoqing to express his position, he grabbed the wine cup in front of him and drank it all in one gulp, then quickly stood up and sat on a stool nearby to drink tea.

Mu Zichuan quickly followed suit.

For those who voluntarily surrendered, Yang Ruoqing refused to pursue them and let them go with a wave of her hand.

That day Song was unhappy and started yelling at Zuo Junmo and Mu Zichuan.

"I was drinking with Qing'er, and you two just deserted. You're so unloyal!"

Zuo Junmo and Mu Zichuan looked at each other and smiled, Mu Zichuan said: "Brother Zuo and I are not deserters, but those who understand current affairs are heroes."

Zuo Junmo also said: "Qing'er is a master of wine at first sight. Brother that day, I advise you to admit defeat!"

Narisong waved his hand unconvinced: "No, a real warrior dares to face the dripping blood and miserable life!"

"I will never bow my head until the last moment!"

"Come on, Qing'er, let's continue drinking. Whoever pours the wine first will lose!" He grabbed the wine bottle and poured wine again.

Luo Fengtang stood up.

"Brother Ri, I'll drink with you. I'll drink until you're happy!"

"Qing'er is a girl, and alcohol hurts her body," he said.

That day, Risong refused: "It's not harmful to drink once in a while. In our north, women still drink."

"Oh, brother Fengtang, please stop protecting your wife like this. This is a duel between me and her!" Narisong said.

Luo Fengtang couldn't laugh or cry.

Seeing his appearance, Yang Ruoqing smiled.

She said to Luo Fengtang: "Tangyaozi, don't worry, I am sensible, you can just sit down and watch the battle."

She sat Luo Fengtang back down, and her eyes fell on Narisong again.

"Okay, since you are going to fight stubbornly and beg for defeat alone, I will let you lose convincingly."

Yang Ruoqing pursed her lips and smiled, and the two of them started drinking together again.

The wine at the wedding banquet this time was not the osmanthus wine brewed by farmers, glutinous rice wine or something like that.

But the most intense burning knife.

It is the kind of wine that can be burned by just scratching a fire stick. Farmers hold weddings, eat meat in big mouths, and drink wine in big bowls. The stronger the wine, the more fun it will have.

When men drink this wine, they have to take a few bites of vegetables to suppress it or to mix it up.

However, Yang Ruoqing felt like drinking boiled water.

I drank one cup after another without gasping for breath.

The people watching were frightened.

Luo Fengtang had always followed Yang Ruoqing's instructions and sat aside without interfering.

I just can't bear it now.

He picked up a chopstick and brought the dish to Yang Ruoqing's mouth: "Daughter-in-law, come here, eat a piece of mushroom and drink some wine."

Yang Ruoqing glanced at the mushroom beside her mouth, opened her mouth to take it, and chewed it gently.

Not forgetting to urge Narisong on the opposite side: "I've done it for three cups, it's your turn!"

Narisong's face looked as if it had been burned by fire.

The whole person is no longer sitting there, but lying there.

His eyes were full of drunkenness, and his breath had a strong smell of alcohol.

"Drink, I, I drink..."

He reached out his hand, probably wanting to grab the wine glass, but his hand was shaky and he managed to grab the wine glass.

When I brought it to my mouth, it shook violently.

It's as difficult as trying to hold a glass of water to your mouth in the turbulent passenger compartment.

As soon as the wine cup reached his lips, he suddenly fell off the stool and slid under the table.

"Nahison!"

Luo Fengtang quickly got up and came to the table and pulled Narisong out.

Zuo Junmo and Mu Zichuan also gathered around.

Zuo Junmo checked Narisong and said with a smile: "Asleep."

Luo Fengtang breathed a sigh of relief.

Zuo Junmo glanced at Yang Ruoqing over there, then withdrew his gaze and said to Luo Fengtang: "Just leave Risong to me that day. Fengtang, you and Qing'er can just go and do your business."

Luo Fengtang said: "How can that be done? Brother Zuo, you are also a guest at my house. How can I trouble you to take care of other guests for me?"

Zuo Junmo raised his hand to stop Luo Fengtang.

"I am Qing'er's adopted brother, you don't have to see me outside."

He said to Mu Zichuan beside him: "Brother Zichuan, can you give me a hand?"

Mu Zichuan came back to his senses and said, "Okay."

Then, the two people lifted Narisong, who was drunk into a puddle of mud, from the ground, put it on their shoulders and walked toward the door.
Chapter completed!