The old general Long Xinghu Stepped, and his silence was quite powerful as Zhang Fei's silence in the Changban Bridge, which made Liang Chen's heart sank. At the same time, he was confused. He couldn't figure out what the old general meant and what he meant to "not be able to come and go"? He asked himself that he had not offended him, right? If discussing tea ceremony at Yu Zhanyuan's house that day was considered offensive, then the old general was too narrow-minded, right? But how could a person like him sit in such a position, so how could he be so unwilling tolerant?

Liang Chen frowned and said nothing, but stood there calmly, waiting for the old general to break the mystery.

Yang Zhongyong had already rushed to Liang Chen's side after a few big steps, and then grabbed him. Liang Chen's eyes turned cold and he wanted to move, but he didn't move. He just let him grab his shoulder, "Boy, your tea ceremony is amazing. I can't compare to you than drinking tea. Come on, today, we men don't drink tea, drink, I'm just a little boy, I don't believe that you can drink and drink, you young man, I want to let you stand back, and I will follow your surname in the future." Yang Zhongyong's voice is strong, and he heard that he was a Sichuanese before, and his catchphrase was also very Sichuan.

However, when he said this, Liang Chen felt relieved, and at the same time he secretly breathed a sigh of relief. It turned out that the old general had just said he wanted to drink and drank him down, which made him a little ridiculous. He muttered to himself that Commander Yang said he would not hold grudges, but he still "hold grudges". He could not drink tea and wanted to regain his face in drinking.

However, it is unknown whether the truth is like this.

He nodded, "Haha, since Commander Yang is so elegant, I should sacrifice my life to compensate the gentleman. Today I will stop drunk with you." Liang Chen smiled faintly and said neither humble nor arrogantly.

Yang Zhongyong was stunned, staring at him intently, with a strange light on his eyes, "Hehe, boy, you are really a bit brave. No wonder Lao Yu praised you to the sky. But my wine is not that delicious." He said authentically.

"I can't talk about courage, but I will know if this wine is good or not." Liang Chen smiled freely and casually.

"Okay, okay, okay, come and have a drink." Yang Zhongyong laughed and pulled Liang Chen to a small table next to him. The small square table of mahogany was filled with several plates of side dishes, which were very delicate and simple, and there was also a plate of spicy food. It was obviously the kind of roasted on fire, revealing an indescribable refreshing wood aroma.

There are two pairs of bowls and chopsticks on the table. The chopsticks are cut from Hsinchu, which are simple but romantic. The big bowl is a coarse porcelain large bowl that can only be seen before liberation. Now it is hard to find. However, this big bowl is not for eating, but for drinking.

Next to the two seats, there was also a small porcelain jar. The jar was quite old and covered with oil cloth and sealed with yellow mud, which was quite ancient.

"Pour wine." Yang Zhongyong shouted, and then the two guards had already come over, served on both sides, picked up the jar, and slapped their capacity at the mouth of the jar. The yellow mud at the mouth of the jar was broken, and the oil cloth was opened. The rich aroma of wine suddenly filled the whole room, refreshing and intoxicating.

As soon as the wine fell, Liang Chen secretly yelled in his heart. The wine did not fall straight down, but was as thick as oil, slowly flowing into a line. This was definitely aged wine that had been more than thirty years old. If it was put on the market, it would be a sky-high price.

Each person poured a large bowl of wine. The large bowl of wine was at least eight taels, almost one pound. Ordinary people would be dizzy even if they drank it. Although it was a good wine, if they were drinking it like this, it would be a life-threatening person.

Liang Chen was silent, but he just glanced at the wine, then looked up at Yang Zhongyong, with a calm expression, like a deep ocean, unable to see through what he was thinking now.

Yang Zhongyong knew countless people, but he had never seen such a cunning and deep young man like Liang Chen, and he couldn't see through it at all. For a moment, he couldn't help but be amazed in his heart, and he became even more curious about Liang Chen.

He picked up the bowl of wine, drank only one word, "Dry." Then he drank it all in one sip, wiped his chin heroically, and burped out a sip of wine from his chest. He didn't say anything, but just looked at Liang Chen.

Liang Chen smiled slightly, picked up the wine and sipped it. The wine just entered his throat, refreshing and slight, as if standing in the clouds and breeze blowing, or like a clear spring and stream washing one's body and mind, and he couldn't help but praise the word "good".

"Pour wine!" Yang Zhongyong shouted again, and the two guards continued to fill up. He didn't even look at Liang Chen, and drank another bowl of wine. He drank at least six or seven taels of wine. The old man was almost seventy years old, and he was not vague at all, and his face did not change for a moment.

On the other hand, Liang Chen also calmly drank the second bowl of wine, his face remained unchanged, and the unpredictable and profound smile on his lips, which made people puzzled.

"Good boy, there are some skills. Do you dare to have another bowl?" Yang Zhongyong looked at him with appreciation. This is how the soldiers are. The wine taste is, the better the person's character is. In their eyes, people with better alcohol taste are naturally the better. Although they feel a little bit impulsive, in some aspects, there is still some truth. After all, people who have become brave and dare to drink alcohol will be more brave when they go to the battlefield. I don't know how to be afraid, and people who don't even dare to drink alcohol will be what will happen if they go to the battlefield?!

"There is no courage or not, only drinking or not drinking. The master has a life, and the Hakka should follow it." Liang Chen said frivolously.

"Flood up." Yang Zhongyong looked at him with more and more appreciation, and shouted again.

Another full bowl of wine was poured. At this moment, the jar was empty. This small jar could hold up to five kilograms of wine, but after so many years of storage, only about half of it is left, just three large bowls.

Yang Zhongyong picked up the wine bowl. This time he did not drink it directly by himself, but raised the big bowl and actually touched Liang Chen for a while, "Do it."

He tilted his neck and drank it down, put the wine bowl on the table, pulled his chest open, and exhaled a sip of hot wine to the sky, drinking so happily. The wine exaggerated with heroic spirit, and while looking around, he became powerful, as if the old general who had been riding on the horse and holding a gun in the past had returned to the battlefield, and he immediately stood with his sword, raising his eyes, and the enemy fled in all directions. He raised his eyebrows and held the sword in front, and was arrogant without wearing armor.

"When you are drunk, your chest is still open and your hair is slightly frosted, so why bother?" Liang Chen looked at the old general who was still as handsome as the heroic style in front of him, and couldn't help but shout in secret and chant this poem in a low voice.

"Haha, good boy, it turns out that you also like the poems of Mr. Su Da." Yang Zhongyong looked at Liang Chen and smiled. Liang Chen's words were tickling his itchy flesh.

"Haha, Ying Feng, heroic spirit, sword and courage, a heroic blood, full of service to the country, a man should like it." Liang Chen was infected by his emotions, and couldn't help but feel a little throbbing. He smiled and gently placed the wine bowl in his hand on the table.

The two guards next to each other looked at each other, and they were moved. The eyes of Liang Chen couldn't help but change. They had seen people who could drink, but it was rare for young people who could drink like Liang Chen. Especially for young people who had drunk so much wine, but their faces did not even turn red and their expressions did not change at all. They were even rare for young people like Cangshan, which had never moved.

"Well, well, men should take Wu Gou and break through the moonlight of Yanshan Mountain. Please go to Lingyan Pavilion, which scholar is waiting for thousands of households? Boy, you said this well, men are born to be passionate men who defend their country. Only cowards will hide at home and dare not let their heads be protected." Yang Zhongyong laughed, feeling more and more that Liang Chen was getting angry towards him.

Liang Chen smiled without comment. He didn't say anything this time. He had a premonition that the preparation had passed and the drama should be coming soon.

Sure enough, when Yang Zhongyong saw that he stopped responding, he stared at him with a gloomy eyes. He suddenly slapped the table, "Boy, is my wine delicious?"

Liang Chen frowned, let go of his hand that was gently movable by the wine bowl, retreated, and looked up at Yang Zhongyong, "Wine is of course good wine. Drinking it into his throat is like a sharp knife, then clear and then floating like a fairy." He pretended to be confused with his understanding. Although he knew that Yang Zhongyong was not talking about this, he insisted on talking about wine by wine. He just wanted Yang Zhongyong to say what he wanted to invite himself today.

"Stop talking nonsense, you are a smart person, of course you know what I'm asking. Ge, do you think I'm just drinking to invite you to drink today? Although you are good, you don't have that much face yet." Yang Zhongyong snorted, and the old eyes were filled with cold electricity. He looked at Liang Chen, and he was arrogant without anger.

"Sorry, Commander Yang, I am very talented and stupid, and I don't understand what you are talking about." Liang Chen's eyebrows were twisted into a lump, and he was indeed a little confused. Commander Yang must have something in his words, but he really didn't know what he was referring to. After all, others have other people's way of thinking, and he is not a god. He can't guess what others are thinking without even knowing the excuse, right?

"Stop talking about these useless things with me, boy, let me tell you, I, Yang Zhongyong, never rub sand in my eyes. If you take the initiative to admit your mistakes to me today, I may spare you because you are a talented person. If you still pretend to be confused, don't blame me for turning against others and being rude to you." Yang Zhongyong's eyes were glaring like a copper bell, and he said to him.

"Commander Yang, you seem to be a bit tough. What's wrong with me, Liang Chen?" Liang Chen narrowed his eyes and felt a little angry. Why is this Yang Zhongyong disliked him so much? What did he do wrong?

However, as soon as he said this, he heard a door sound behind him, and then a crisp female voice came over, "Dad, why have you drunk again? Are you drinking so much? Are you going to die?"

Liang Chen frowned when he heard the voice, and when he looked back, he was shocked. He saw a mature woman with a slender figure standing in front of him. He was 27 or 28 years old, mature and charming, and extremely beautiful. He was wearing a beige knitted cardigan outside and a small water-pink T-shirt inside, revealing a little frost-snow skin. His round belly button was faintly visible, and his pure white pencil pants were below. Although they were not big brands, they were indescribable to wear, which made her look very feminine and free and easy, both youthful, lively and sexy.

However, what Liang Chen is paying attention to now is not the person's dress, but the person he looks at, and he can't help but feel cold in his heart, because he recognizes it very much. The person in front of him is actually his own cultural anthropology teacher, Ye Zi. What's even more terrible is that she even called Yang Zhongyong "Dad".

In an instant, he finally understood why Yang Zhongyong was looking for him today. If he guessed correctly, it should be Yang Zhongyong who took revenge on his daughter. Chen Meiqi is Ye Zi's aunt, Ye Zi's adoptive father is Chen Meiqi's grandfather, everything is self-evident, so what else should I say?...
Chapter completed!