When Qin Shubao saw it, what was going on? He just praised you for your good wine, would you put it away?

"Yijin, are you?"

Cheng Yaojin said seriously: "Second brother, you can't drink any more. Since Doctor Sun said you can only drink three cups, it's enough now."

"That won't work. Today is different from the past. You can't be stingy with such a good wine..." Qin Shubao's waxy face turned slightly rosy, and he opened his mouth to block it.

"Second brother, you can't let it go. I'll leave this half jar of wine to my old sister-in-law and ask her to help me watch it. In this way, you can drink more days. It's right to listen to Doctor Sun, it will always be good for your health."

Upon hearing this, Qin Shubao was silent. Looking at Cheng Yaojin's concern, he nodded and sighed, "Well, listen to my brother, just don't be greedy for me."

In a blink of an eye, the roles of the two brothers were exchanged, and Cheng Yaojin advised Qin Shubao to drink less.

Seeing Qin Qiong nodding, Cheng Yaojin smiled and stood up, "Since that's the case, I'll say goodbye now. I'm going to ask my bastard, where did he come from? It's related to my second brother's condition, but it cannot be delayed."

"What? Did you snatch this wine from Chumo?" Cheng Yaojin's face turned red and smiled embarrassedly, and hurriedly said goodbye. Qin Shubao laughed at his brother's departure. His condition has been relieved for many days, just like a trace of sunshine finally seen in the rain.

But after a moment, the laughter stopped abruptly, and the alcohol continued, and the pain returned. A heart-wrenching pain hit Qin Shubao's brain nerves. Standing at the door, his face suddenly changed. He couldn't help but take two steps back. He was shocked and gritted his teeth to hold it up. However, the sweat on his forehead immediately sprung out like mushrooms after a rain, and soon began to slide down like the size of a soybean.

Cheng Yaojin didn't know about this situation. After he told the Qin sister-in-law, he did not come back to say goodbye to Qin Qiong, and went home quickly. Instead, Mrs. Qin came to see that her husband held the door with one hand, and his face was pale and shaky, and she was frightened at the time.

"Husband, husband, how are you doing? Come on, come on! Go and invite the imperial physician." Mrs. Qin said in a panic.

Qin Shubao grabbed his wife's hand and shook his head in pain and said, "No, I was so excited that I just drank, and I moved my muscles and bones. I was a little overworked, so I just had a rest."

Looking back at the messy scenes all over the living room, Mrs. Qin angrily said, "You are not a bit overdoing? You are going to destroy the house! This Jin Jin is really a mess. I don't know the importance of it. Why are you drunk and crazy with you?"

After being scolded by his old wife, Qin Shubao shook his head and smiled bitterly, "Okay, okay, madam, don't blame Yao Jin, go, help me back."

Qin Qiong's body was not enough to just rest. He had a high fever shortly after lying down on the couch, so he hurried to the palace to hire an imperial physician. Even the emperor and his wife were alarmed. Li Er ordered the two best imperial physicians in the Imperial Hospital to join forces to treat the imperial hospital, and notified the Duke's Mansion that he would visit him in person later.

Seeing another minister falling down, and thinking that his first wife in the palace was also in critical condition, Li Er felt a little sad, thinking, was it that God was punishing me, Li Shimin? At this time, he couldn't help but think of the battlefield killing in the first half of his life, and the incident in Xuanwu Sect before he took office. For a moment, Li Shimin's eyes were filled with tears and his heart was mixed.

Cheng Yaojin returned home in a hurry and asked his eldest son where he was. He went straight to find Cheng Chumo. The boy complained in his heart after losing the wine and was complaining to his mother.

"Dalang, tell me, where did you come from that wine? No matter whether you steal, rob, or buy it, go and get a car back, and you can spend no matter how much money you spend."

Before Cheng Chumo could speak, Cheng Cui pulled his face down, pulled the child behind him, and said to Cheng Yaojin with a stingy voice: "You old alcoholic, why are you crazy about alcohol? Just take away a jar and drink enough, why? According to what you mean, I want my son to sell our property to get you wine? Do you have a life left?"

Although this wife of Cui comes from a famous family and is known as the most difficult first-class woman in the Tang Dynasty to marry, and has been passed down for thousands of years, people say that she praises the reputation of aristocrats who have passed on poetry and books, but there are also many kinds of noble girls in this person, among which there are also popular personalities, and their personal personality has no direct relationship with their knowledge and cultivation.

Although Cheng Cui is from the Cui family in Qinghe, he is not the daughter of the direct line. After all, Cheng Yaojin's identity cannot marry the most noble group of the five surnames.

Cheng Yaojin was not drunk. Seeing his wife protecting her shortcomings, he thought that it must be his incompetent boy who was fanning the flames. He pressed his anger and began to explain to the two of them in detail.

"Old guy, who are you, can I not know after so many years? Will you share wine with others? And you also use Brother Qin as a shield? Are you embarrassed or not?"

Seeing that the explanation was invalid, Cheng Yaojin became popular at the time. He discussed that you wouldn't listen. Do you have to wait for me to get angry?

He stepped forward and grabbed his eldest son, which scared his wife Cui, and stood there at a loss. The maid and servant had already avoided him and dared not be by the side. Cheng Yaojin shouted loudly at Cheng Chu. Seeing this, Cheng Cui was about to use his unique skills and immediately started to cry.

"Enough, I'll fight you again. When is it time to get the second brother finally got the chance to cure the disease. How can I be in the mood to joke with you for my husband?" He yelled at Cheng Cui's crying. The other party's crying stopped abruptly and did not dare to say anything again. He believed it in his heart, and it seemed that he had misunderstood.

Cheng Chumo also understood and did not dare to hesitate. He quickly told the source of the wine.

Cheng Yaojin's face cleared slightly, and he said in a little surprised: "You mean, this wine comes from where the steamed buns were invented? Why didn't you find it last time?"

"Hey, Dad, you think, in whose house is such a good thing, isn't a collector's treasure? I still stole this half of the jar. This is a one-time transaction. There is no next time. I have already planned. I won't go to Luoxia Town in the future. Otherwise, how can I explain it to others, even if I am not sure I did it.

If I had to go, I might have to think about how to compensate first, but I am the son of Duke Lu of the Tang Dynasty. If it is reported to be a wine thief, wouldn’t it be a joke? Where will I put my face?" Cheng Chumo was embarrassed.

With a snap, he slapped his son on the back of the head. Cheng Yaojin scolded: "As long as your uncle Qin's health can be cured, you can put your bastard's face wherever you want. For your uncle's illness, you are still thinking about your face? You are such a bastard!"
Chapter completed!