Liu Mingzhi reached out and picked up the wine bag on the side, pulled out the cork and gestured to Song Qing.
"Good brother, we're already in the wine. Here's my brother's respect to you."
"Drink together."
The stove in the study was burning brightly, and the temperature in the room was already warm.
Young Master Liu took several large gulps of strong liquor into his stomach, his body gradually became a little warm, and his face also turned rosy involuntarily.
“Compared to now, life in the past was more relaxed and enjoyable.
In the past, my young master, I only had to lead my brothers to charge into battle, attack the city, and try every means to win a great victory.
All other matters are left to the imperial court and the civil and military officials in the court to take care of.
How carefree it is to be able to put aside everything and do your best to compete with many opponents in a battle of wits and courage, attacking each other.
Looking back now.
Although brother, I am sitting on the chair that everyone in the world longs for, but I am also more tired from life.
Businesses, big and small, trivial matters, and all kinds of things, etc., cannot be settled in one day.
laborious, laborious, laborious,
Over the years, I, young master, have been spinning like the pointer on a sundial every day.
If you want to truly relax physically and mentally, you don’t have the chance to stop and take a rest.”
Liu Mingzhi raised his head and took a sip of wine, sighing with emotion.
"Alas! The past is like smoke, and there is no going back."
Song Qing refilled the pot of tobacco, turned around and blew out a puff of smoke, holding up the wine bag in his hand and shaking it a few times with a sad expression.
"Well, third brother, it will be seven years since you ascended the throne and proclaimed yourself emperor.
So many years have passed, let some past events fade away with the wind.
Come, big brother, I respect you."
"Okay, drink."
Mr. Liu put away the wine bag and put it aside. He chuckled and picked up the letter on the desk.
Seeing this, Song Qing silently drank the drink in his hand without saying anything else.
Young Master Liu tore open the envelope, took out the letter paper, stood up and walked towards the window next to him.
Slowly stopping in front of the window, Liu Mingzhi gently shook off the letter in his hand and looked down at the content on it.
"I will obey your orders and live up to His Majesty's high expectations.
The old minister is arrogant, the old minister Nangong Ye paused."
There was only one sentence written on a piece of letter paper.
And in the lower corner of the letter, the names of Zhang Kuang and Nangong Ye.
Liu Mingzhi looked at that simple line of content, raised his neck with a smile on his face, looked out the window at the desolate scenery in the courtyard and fell silent.
It took about half a stick of incense.
Mr. Liu took a long breath and gently folded the letter in his hand.
"Brother."
Song Qing suddenly stood up, holding the wine bag in his hand and looked towards Young Master Liu.
"Third brother, what's wrong?"
"Have you had breakfast before going to court?"
"I just ate a steamed bun and drank a bowl of gruel. What's wrong?"
Liu Mingzhi turned around and returned to the desk, opened the middle drawer and put the letter in. He looked up at Song Qing with a smile.
"Let's go, brothers, let's go have a drink."
Song Qing couldn't help but froze for a moment, and subconsciously asked: "Ah? I drink it so early in the morning, isn't it a little early?"
Mr. Liu pushed the drawer open and picked up the wine bag beside him with a smile on his face.
"Brother, haven't we already drunk?"
"Hey, can this warm-up drink be the same as formal drinking?"
Young Master Liu picked up the big cloak on the side and happily walked towards the stove not far away.
"We're all drinking, so why is it different?
In a word, to drink or not to drink?"
Song Qing took a puff of dry smoke and immediately walked over to help Mr. Liu clean up the items around the stove that might cause water leakage.
"That's what I said. Third brother, please give me a drink. Do you dare to say that you don't want to drink?"
"Go to hell."
After Mr. Liu blocked the ventilation plug of the stove, he gently patted the dust on his hands a few times.
"Okay, we can go drink with confidence."
After Young Master Liu walked out of the study courtyard, he looked at the oncoming maids with a faint smile.
"Here comes someone."
When several maids heard Mr. Liu's shouts, they immediately ran up to meet him.
"Sisters, please see the young master."
"Everyone is free of charge."
"Thank you, Master."
"Linger."
"My slave is here."
"You sisters, please rush to find Yun'er immediately and ask her to notify the kitchen immediately and make some dishes to go with the wine as soon as possible."
"Sisters, please obey your orders, please leave."
"Brother, let's go to the main hall first."
"good!"
Young Master Liu had just walked into the courtyard of the main hall. He looked at the three people walking in front of him and stopped subconsciously.
"Huh? Third brother, why did you stop?"
"Now, see for yourself."
Song Qing looked stunned and turned around instinctively.
"Huh? When did my father come over?"
"Who knows?"
Young Master Liu tightened the cloak around him, and faced Song Yu, Liu Zhi'an, Qi Run, and the three brothers with a strange look on his face.
"uncle."
When Song Yu saw Mr. Liu coming towards him, he habitually flicked his sleeves and bowed in salute.
"Old minister..."
Seeing this, Liu Dashu quickly stretched out his hand to stop him: "Hey, uncle, this is our own home, you must not be too polite."
Song Yu straightened up and laughed bitterly.
"Get used to it, get used to it."
"My nephew, Song Qing, pays homage to his second uncle. He pays homage to uncle Qi.
Liu Zhi'an looked at Song Qing who was greeting him, smiled lightly and held up his hands.
"Qing'er, please forgive me."
To be continued...