The sky is already covered and the moon is hanging high. The smoke has risen in the houses of Qingzhou City, and the inns near the government office are even more lit and crowded. This is the place where Sun Tu hosts a banquet to entertain the military supervisor who has just arrived in Qingzhou to take office.

Today, except for a few responsible generals who needed to stay in the military camp or the city, almost all of them were present, which could be said to have given the military supervisor enough face. The wine and food were also the most local and military-style large bowls of wine and large pieces of meat, which were really thoughtful and polite.

However, when he was placed in front of Mr. Zeng, it made him a little difficult to swallow or even chopsticks. As a scholar, he always ate delicately and lightly. Even if he drinks, he just burns a small pot to drink with his friends. He has never seen such a way of eating unrestrainedly. He only saw a group of generals below constantly stuffing the meat into his mouth and chewing it so oily that he couldn't have any appetite.

It's fine, but what made him feel the most headache was that the generals kept bringing the wine bowls and venerating. They were all kind-hearted and told him that he could not refuse and could only drink with him. But even though he always tasted it with his identity, he couldn't resist too many people coming up. In less than half an hour, he drank four or five bowls of wine. He was dizzy and his belly was even more overwhelming. It seemed that he could make a fool of himself at any time.

He actually knew that this was something that Sun Tu and others deliberately targeted him, but his experience in the officialdom made him difficult for a while. Moreover, he was also hoping to give a good impression to the generals and lay the foundation for future gains. So even if he was unwilling to do so, he could only pinch his nose and keep drinking.

At this time, another thick and tall general brought a large bowl and walked up to him: "The military supervisor really has a lot of money. Come on, Sajia Luda will also toast you a bowl." As he said that, he had completely drunk a large bowl of wine, and then opened his copper bell-like bull eyes and stared at Zeng Kaihan. Even though he pretended to have taken the bowl and took a sip, he still had no intention of leaving. The intention was very obvious, that was to watch the other party finish all the big bowl.

Zeng Kaigan was so upset in his heart. He knew very well that he had reached his limit. If he poured such a big bowl of wine, he would probably vomit immediately, and this ugly guy would be settled. But he had heard Sun Tu introduce before that Lu Da was a general with great morale in the Qingzhou army. How could he just give him a look? The only way was to wink Lu Qian beside him, hoping that he would come forward to rescue him.

Lu Qian was really feeling a bit uncomfortable at this banquet today. Unlike before, no civil and military officials have ever given him symbolic drinks since the banquet. When he swept around, he could always see many contempt, disdain and resentment swept to himself, making him sit in the meal as long as he was years old. This feeling was so uncomfortable.

He was distracted and didn't notice Zeng Kaifan's eyes at all. Until someone behind him pulled his lower clothes and reminded him, he suddenly realized it and hurriedly raised the wine bowl and said, "This general, the military supervisor, he is unable to drink this wine. The lower officials will drink this wine on their behalf."

Just when he raised the bowl and was about to drink it, Lu Da suddenly snorted coldly: "You deserve it?" It was so complete that he did not give him a look, which made Lu Qian's movements stop suddenly, and he didn't know what to do. It was not until this time that he realized that the toasting general was the person who was very hostile to the city gate before, which made him feel even more faint and his expression became a little panicked.

Seeing this, Zeng Kaigan's face suddenly sank: "This general's words are too much. Lu Yuhou is his deputy. He will also serve in the army in the future. That is, your colleague, so why is he not worthy of toasting?" Even though he was a little dissatisfied with Lu Qian, he had to stand up and speak for him at this time.

This made Lu Da feel a little confused about how to deal with it. He was just angry with Lu Qian's character, so he subconsciously wanted to make him look ugly, but he didn't want to be caught. Seeing that he was defeated, Sun Tu had to come forward: "The military supervisor misunderstood. He did not mean that Lu Yuhou did not look down on Lu Yuhou. He said that it was not worthy to mean that since it was definitely not enough to have one cup of wine for him, he would have to have three cups. Lu Yuhou, is what I said right?"

Sun Tu's statement immediately made Lu Da come to his senses and immediately changed his words: "Yes, this is what the Sa family means. Does Marquis Lu Yu dare to respect three bowls with me?" Well, when he arrived at him, he changed from drinking three bowls to respect three bowls with each other, and immediately doubled.

Lu Qian had no choice at this time, so he could only bite the bullet and nodded, "Since it is the order of the military supervisor, the subordinates should do their best."

"Okay, bring the wine, let me have a good time with Mr. Lu Yu!" Lu Da immediately shouted happily. Someone brought two jars of wine over. He didn't talk nonsense, and directly filled another bowl of empty wine bowls, drank them, drank them again, and then showed the other party to drink with his eyes.

When Lu Qian was in the capital, he had never seen such a guy who was drinking vigorously, and his eyes were a little straightened. But at this time, many generals around him were already clamoring and constantly urging him to drink quickly. He had no choice but to pour the wine and dry it as Lu Da looked. He hurriedly went down three bowls of wine, and he was a little confused.

Lu Qian's alcohol tolerance is far less than Lu Da. He had almost never moved his chopsticks because of his depression. Now he has quickly drunk three big bowls of wine. Even if this wine cannot compare to the strength of later generations, it is like putting a few handfuls of fire into his stomach, and he has not been able to come back to his senses for a long time.

But how could Luda let him go? Seeing that he had finished drinking, he said again: "Okay, I have drunk all the wine toast you. Next, it's time for you toast toast to spike the house? It's also three bowls, come on."

"I..." Lu Qian wanted to refuse, but after scanning the surroundings, everyone stared at him strangely. Lu Da then said, "Why, Lu Yuhou came from the capital, so he looked down on the military generals in the local area. Do you even refuse to toast?" Now, he could no longer refuse, so he could only pluck up the last bit of courage, poured wine into his wine bowl with his trembling hands, and said tremblingly: "Then let the officials respect Lu Yuhou three bowls..."

After three more bowls, Lu Qian's hands and feet were sore and weak. He lay on the table and was knocked down by Lu Da. This once again attracted a burst of laughter from the generals around him. The laughter came into Zeng Kaifan's ears, which also changed his face again. Obviously, the other party was intentional, just to make himself and his subordinates look embarrassed. He was already on the verge of being drunk, and he could no longer let Sun Tu and the others control the situation.

Thinking of this, he immediately had an idea that his colleagues in Beijing had the habit of drinking, so why not mention it? With these big-name warriors who don’t know a basket of words, they can handle it enough. This not only does not have to drink anymore, but also can pick up the face he just lost.

After his idea was settled, he didn't wait for someone to come forward to toast, and looked at Sun Tu at the main seat and said, "Sun Dujian, it's really boring for us to drink like this. Why don't you think of some means to help the wine?"

Seeing his eyes flashing, Sun Tu immediately understood his intention. Once he really wanted to write a couplet of poems, dozens of people here, including himself, could not be the opponent of the current minister of the dynasty who was born in Jinshi. So he hurriedly took advantage of the other party to explain the topic and nodded: "What the supervisor said is very much. Since we are all from the army, how can we not be able to drink without martial arts? Come and clear the venue and ask people to dance swords to cheer up!"

Now Zeng Kaiyan was stunned. I didn't mean that. What I wanted was a drink order... However, with Sun Tu's order, the people around him had moved quickly and quickly cleared out a clearing. Then a tall general had already come to the scene with his sword. After saluting Sun Tu and Zeng Kaiyan, he pulled up and danced the sword in his hand.

In fact, there has been a sword dance with wine since ancient times. The most famous one is the sword weapon dance of Gongsun during the Tang Dynasty. For this reason, even Du Fu once wrote a poem that has been passed down from generation to generation. Although the general who ended up dancing with swords was far less exquisite than the legendary characters, it was better than sharpness and simplicity. Each sword could be seen as killing enemies. It was obvious that everyone around him applauded, even Sun Tu nodded frequently: "I didn't expect that Dong Ping was even so good at sword skills, except for his invincible two guns."

As if he was instructed by some people, Dong Ping always fucked the sword when he was dancing. On several occasions, the tip of the sword had already touched the other party's body, which scared him so much that his face turned from red to white. The little wine he had just drunk almost turned into cold sweat and was discharged.

It was not until this time that he suddenly woke up. How dangerous his situation was. If Sun Tu really wanted to attack him, when Qingzhou was all in his hands, he would have to say that he might lose his life at any time. To put it bluntly, this welcome banquet today was Hongmen Banquet. At this moment, Xiang Zhuang was dancing with a sword, but where would Xiang Bo come forward to save him?

At this moment, I was really scared when I stared at Dong Ping, who was dancing swords not far away, and always felt that he could kill him with one sword at any time. If I had known this, I would have been drunk and made this time ugly...

Lu Da was also regretting it like him. At this time, he couldn't help but say to Wu Song, who was still eating and drinking, "If I had known this, I wouldn't have poured that guy down just now."

"How do you say this?" Wu Song asked curiously.

Lu Da glanced at Dong Ping, who was still dancing with a sword, and said, "That way I can play on behalf of Director Dong Dushen, and then call the dog thief Lu Qian to fight. At that time, I will kill him with my own hands to avenge the revenge of Teacher Lin that day!" Well, he is still thinking about killing Lu Qian.
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