Liu Mingzhi touched his head and felt the splitting headache again. He had agreed not to drink, but he drank too much: "Ying'er, hurry up and pour the young master a cup of tea. The young master's throat is dry."
Scratching his head, Liu Mingzhi recalled what happened last night. Except for what happened before sitting at the wine table, he remembered clearly nothing else.
"Master, the tea is here, can Ying'er come in?"
"Come in, come in, bring it to the young master quickly."
Ying'er walked in with a tray and put the teapot on the table with a look of resentment on her face. She folded her hands on her chest and looked at the young master sitting on the bed, rubbing his forehead.
"Well? What are you doing standing still? Pour some tea."
Ying'er pouted her little mouth and twisted her jade neck to look out the door: "If you want to drink tea, pour it yourself."
Liu Mingzhi looked at the resentful Ying'er in surprise: "Hey, the little girl has grown up, you dare to talk to the young master like this, who gave you the courage, Liang Jingru?"
Ying'er suddenly turned her head and stared at her young master with his hands on his hips, quite like a little naughty tiger showing off his power: "Who is Liang Jingru?"
"Why are you talking so much, little girl? Hurry and pour tea for the young master. The young master has a headache."
Ying'er poured a cup of tea with a gloomy expression, stamped her lotus feet and reluctantly handed the cup to Liu Mingzhi, then gently placed her hands on the young master's forehead and massaged it: "You deserve to drink so much wine."
He happily took a sip of herbal tea and said, "I told you, Ying'er, you've eaten so much this morning, why are you so temperamental?"
"Hmph, you did something good yourself, and you still ask me."
"Master, what are you doing?" Liu Mingzhi looked stunned and looked up and down at Ying'er, who was already small in stature: "Young master, you drank too much and didn't do anything extraordinary, right?"
Ying'er gritted her teeth and said fiercely to Liu Mingzhi: "What sister Cui'er said is absolutely right. Master, you are worse than a beast." After saying that, without waiting for Liu Mingzhi to react, she twisted her waist and walked out the door.
Liu Mingzhi looked at Ying'er's figure in confusion: "Young Master has been broken into pieces. How can I act like a beast?"
"Willow Pine!"
"Master, the little one is here." Liu Song ran in holding a majestic big rooster.
"What are you doing holding a rooster? Old hens are the most nutritious when making soup, so meat is suitable for this thing."
Liu Song hugged the rooster and looked at Liu Mingzhi, wanting to laugh but not daring to laugh: "Young Master, this is the Fourth Young Master."
The tea cup in his hand rolled to the ground with a clatter. Liu Mingzhi pointed at the big rooster in Liu Song's arms with trembling fingers: "Bow down again?"
Liu Song looked around and shrugged his nose: "Yeah!"
Liu Mingzhi covered his heart and burst into tears with sadness. The young master didn't drink like this before. He looked at the big rooster in Liu Song's arms with a worried expression: "Who suggested it?"
Liu Song hesitated for a moment and said a name that stunned Liu Mingzhi: "Master Song."
"Fuck you, uncle, you can do such a ridiculous thing."
"It's true. How dare I lie to you, Master? It was really Master Song who suggested it."
He looked at Liu Song suspiciously: "Tell me what's going on?"
"Last night, Young Master Song, the three of you were drinking until midnight, and then the Fourth Young Master started crowing. Master Song was a little impatient and asked his servants to catch him. Young Master Song even planned to kill it and eat its meat.
Mr. Song stopped him, and said that he said that your new home would definitely be too deserted. You already have dogs. A big rooster that crows is missing. Only if the chickens and dogs are restless can you live a prosperous life, and then..."
Liu Mingzhi looked at Liu Song with tears in his eyes: "Bye?"
"Well, Mr. Song presided over the ceremony."
Liu Mingzhi lay on the bed all of a sudden: "I said Boss Song is so unreliable. Who did he learn from? It's his inheritance, Liu Song."
"Master?"
"Master, your liver hurts. Is there any way to treat it?"
Liu Song bit his lip: "Master, don't worry about your liver pain. Go out and have a look. Not only will your liver hurt, but your whole body will hurt."
Liu Mingzhi suddenly sat up: "What do you mean, don't tell me that I am not just worshiping this one, but also others?"
Liu Song shrank his neck and pointed to the door: "Master, where are you waiting outside the door? Go and see for yourself."
"Is it also hosted by my uncle?"
"kindness."
Liu Mingzhi tightened his belt: "Grandma, one more brother is not a lot, and one less brother is not a lot. The young master recognizes it. It is a mule or a horse that leads it around. Doesn't it mean that there is nothing?"
Liu Mingzhi stared blankly at Jiang He who was holding his third brother's hand outside the door. The maid Ying'er pouted her little mouth. There was no other animal like her. Could it be that she was sworn to fly? Liu Mingzhi raised his head and looked at the sky.
There was no flying thing found either: "Liu Song, what's going on? Where is my brother?"
Liu Song pursed his lips toward the door to signal Liu Mingzhi to look back: "What? Huh? Why are there two women?"
"I, Yun Qingshi, am here to pay my respects to my husband."
"Slave Chun'er joins Master Liu."
The "Hello" greeting stopped abruptly, and Liu Mingzhi looked at Liu Song in horror: "What did they call me?"
Liu Song hugged the rooster and lowered his head, not daring to look at the young master.
"Ying'er, tell me."
Ying'er turned her head and looked aside proudly: "Humph."
"Jiang He, tell me, what do they call me?"
An Gouer smiled naively and touched his head: "Brother, my second sister-in-law calls you husband."
Liu Mingzhi rushed to An Gou'er and grabbed An Gou'er's clothes tightly: "What did you call her?"
"Second sister-in-law."
"Where did it come from?"
"Uncle paid it for you."
"I do not know how?"
"Brother, you and your second sister-in-law have already paid homage to each other."
"When and where? Why do I have no impression at all?"
"I was at Tianxiang Tower at the fourth watch last night."
"Fart, we were drinking at home, how could we go to Tianxiang Tower?"
An Gou'er thought for a while: "When we were drinking for three rounds last night, Uncle Song said he would take you and Brother Song, two gangsters, to see the world, and then that's all."
"What happened to her?"
"Uncle said that you lived alone in the palace without anyone who knew how to live, so he found the most beautiful servant girl in Tianxiang Tower to be your concubine, the second second sister-in-law."
Liu Mingzhi gasped and let go of An Gouer's clothes and glared at Liu Song: "You just said that I worshiped someone, not a brother, but Heaven and Earth?"
Liu Song nodded helplessly: "Xiao Song said that your whole body will hurt."
Liu Mingzhi glanced at Yunqing Shi, the master and servant who were standing aside and felt a little uneasy. They rushed to Ying'er, grabbed Ying'er's hand and slapped her twice hard on the face. A big palm print appeared immediately.
: "It hurts, it's not a dream."
Liu Mingzhi suddenly collapsed to the ground: "It's over, Yun'er has to castrate me."
When you go out, your wife has told you not to pick the wild flowers on the roadside. You don't want to pick them. Well, not only do you pick them, but they also come home.
"Liu Song, uncle, why didn't you stop me? Uncle, the three of us were drunk, and you were drunk too?"
Liu Song looked aggrieved: "Master, don't blame me, Xiao Song. After Mr. Song shouted last night, you rushed up screaming and couldn't stop you. Mr. Song even used a knife. After the street patrol officer Wuwei came in, he rushed up.
When I saw Mr. Song and Mr. Song turning around and leaving, I originally needed 3,000 taels of silver to redeem the young lady, but in the end, the madam only took 300 taels, so "
"Young Master, am I being robbed?"
“It’s not a calculation, it’s just that”
"Song Yu, Song Qing, you two can play with me to death." Liu Mingzhi roared with tears in his eyes.
Song Qing was still hanging on the stone lock at the Song family's martial arts arena, rippling in the wind. Song Yu squatted aside with his hands in his sleeves, not daring to express his anger.
Mrs. Song sat on a stone bench nearby with a cane in her hand: "A man goes to a brothel to drink wine. As a concubine, you will never say anything. What do you two do? Drink and drink to create a niece and sister-in-law."
Come out and see how you explain to your second brother and how you explain to that girl Yun'er."
Song Yu's face curled up in confusion: "What happened last night? Why did you come to worship?"
"Dad, I vaguely remember that you said that dogs and chickens will be worshiped anyway, and it doesn't matter if they get married, and then they did."
"Have it?"
"Yes, it seems because you don't have enough money, otherwise you would be planning to redeem one yourself?"
Song Yu raised his head and said, "Don't put a shit basin on my head. It seems you said so too. I don't have enough money."
Mrs. Song waved the cane and said: "You and I go to brothels together, how many in the world are there?"