"Since Miss Pan is so cheerful, it won't be justified if I try to be pretentious. I'll do it first out of respect!" Yang Yanrong said with a smile, walked quickly to the table, raised the wine jar, and started drinking. Now, Yang Yanrong
My stomach is almost empty, so I can naturally drink wine.
Although Pan Xiangyun is a girl, she never regards herself as a daughter. Although she cannot take the top prize in reading, she can be regarded as a female talent. In martial arts, she is not inferior to men, even many masters in martial arts.
There are not many men who can beat the three-foot sword in her hand. Drinking, let alone drinking, so far, there are indeed not many men who can drink better than her.
Seeing Mr. Chen being so happy, Pan Xiangyun's unwillingness to admit defeat popped up again. At this moment, she really forgot that she was a woman. She also didn't care at all about how dangerous it is to have a drink with a man. Here it is.
Now, seeing Mr. Chen pouring wine into his mouth like water, how dare Pan Xiangyun dare to neglect him? Huh! I don’t believe it anymore. How can you beat me in drinking? You know, in Beijing, even many people
Even the children of a family of military generals may not be able to compare with me.
Pan Xiangyun didn't care about anything else and just drank with Yang Yanrong.
Yang Yanrong drank a few swigs, wiped the wine stains on his lips, and said with a smile: "It's a bit boring for us to drink like this. How about we make a drinking order? Whoever loses will be punished with a big drink of wine."
When Pan Xiangyun heard this, she was secretly happy. Isn't this exactly my strength? Haha, if you compete with me in drinking orders, I will definitely win! Thinking of this, the corners of her mouth turned up involuntarily. But Yang Yanrong did the same thing as her.
To be honest, Yang Yanrong was really worried about losing to Pan Xiangyun in drinking.
You know, if you drink too much, even if you make yourself vomit, you will get drunk faster if you continue drinking.
Miss Pan went to get the large wine cup and replaced it with the small cup before. She smiled and said, "Let's just use this one, how about it?"
When Yang Yanrong looked at it, his eyes almost popped out, right? Such a big wine cup could hold a pound of wine. Since I had already said what I said before, how could I change it now?
Do you want to bow your head in front of a woman? Although he was complaining in his heart, his face remained calm and he forced a smile and said: "Okay, just do as Miss Pan said."
Pan Xiangyun said with a proud smile: "Well, let's make a 'push up order'." This push up order was more popular in ancient times. Literati and officials often made this order when changing wine glasses, stipulating that the first thing to take is to have a frame on all sides.
To create a word that is breathable, use the word grid to push up the words in the frame to form a new word. The words should be taken from the beginning of each sentence. The words should be repeated. One, two, and four sentences should rhyme like a song.
Ruo ballads can be recited and sung, and can be enjoyed by both refined and popular people. This is a bit different from the drinking orders of later generations, but it is very interesting. Although Yang Yanrong has never practiced the ancient drinking orders, he is so smart. At the drinking table in later generations, if it comes to practicing drinking orders, he will
No one dares to admit the first one even if he admits the second one.
Pan Xiangyun first issued an order: "The word 'Tian' is not airtight, and the word '十' is in the middle. When the word '十' is pushed up, the word '古' wins a cup."
Well, this is simple. Yang Yanrong felt happy and immediately said: "The word 'trap' is not airtight, and the word 'wood' is in the middle. Push the word 'wood' up, and the word 'apricot' wins a cup."
When Pan Xiangyun heard this, he really came to terms with him. He pursed his lips and smiled, praised him, and then said: "The word 'hui' is not airtight, and the word 'kou' is in the middle. The word 'kou' is pushed up, and 'lv' is
A word wins a cup. Haha, it’s your turn.”
The first sentence that Yang Yanrong answered was really a blind cat that met a dead mouse. By now, he had understood the rules of push-up orders. He had an idea and immediately thought of another sentence. He opened his mouth and said: "The word '囹' is not airtight,'
The word "ling" is in the middle. The word "ling" is pushed up, and the word "han" wins a cup."
When Pan Xiangyun heard this, hey, they really matched up. Now, she was a little anxious, because the two of them had already matched the few words they could think of. Now it is really difficult to think of another word.
Ah. After thinking about it for a long time, I still don’t have a clue, and my brows can’t help but tighten.
Hey, when Yang Yanrong looked at Pan Xiangyun's expression, he knew that she was stumped and that she couldn't stand up to her. I smiled triumphantly, and smiled triumphantly again. Yang Yanrong almost started dancing, and urged: "Miss Pan,
Come on, if you can't do it right, then you have to drink the wine!"
"Why are you urging me? Let me think about it carefully." Pan Xiangyun said dissatisfiedly: "Huh, when I meet you, you will look good."
Yang Yanrong smiled and said: "You are right, hurry up, I am still waiting for you to confront me first."
The more Pan Xiangyun thought about it, the more anxious he became. The more anxious he became, the less he could remember. He thought to himself: I'm sorry, what should I do? Do I really want to drink up that big cup of wine? Oh, forget it, just drink it.
After a while, Pan Xiangyun chuckled, blinked his cute eyes, and said playfully: "I'm right."
When Yang Yanrong heard this, he suddenly broke out in a cold sweat, wasn't it? You really got it right? I thought about it for a long time, but I still didn't get it right. I begged you, I really have to drink that big cup of wine.
I made a smile that was uglier than crying, and waited for the penalty drink.
Pan Xiangyun smiled and said: "The word '曰' is airtight, and the word '一' is in it." When she said this, she deliberately paused for a moment, looked at Yang Yanrong's face that had changed color, and then said: "How is it?
, have you thought about what you want to do right?"
Yang Yanrong was stunned, huh? This word was pushed up, what kind of word was it? Could it be an ancient character that I had never seen before? Then he asked: "Push it up, what kind of word is it?"
Pan Xiangyun raised the wine cup, stuck out his tongue, and said with a smile: "Push the word '一' up and take a big cup." After that, he raised the wine cup, tilted his neck, and started drinking.
Haha! Yang Yanrong almost laughed to the point of tears. This Miss Pan was so funny. She obviously couldn't stand her, but she acted like this.
Pan Xiangyun took a few sips, tilted his head and said, "Don't laugh. If you laugh again, I won't drink anymore."
"Okay, I won't laugh, so drink quickly." Yang Yanrong bit her lips tightly and tried her best to hold back her laughter.
After finally waiting for Pan Xiangyun to finish the cup of wine, Yang Yanrong felt much better. He had been really uncomfortable holding it in just now. Fortunately, although Miss Pan was born as a girl, she was no less bold than a man. She dared to do anything and drink whatever she wanted.
There was nothing pretentious about drinking. I finished the pound of Fenjiu in a cup without even frowning. I have to say that Pan Xiangyun was truly a hero among women and a heroic husband.