Chapter 530 Does it hurt?
Bailian looked down at the empty white jade wine glass, seemingly puzzled.
Su Guanhai also opened his mouth with a shocked expression.
Countless men from all walks of life in the audience who have admired Su Jingxian for a long time looked at this scene and couldn't help but feel sad.
In their hearts, Su Jing, a woman as transparent as white jade and unconventional, has no taste for wealth, sex or alcohol.
If we were sitting at the same table with that young man, it was because of the vine of the siren.
So what’s the point of blocking the wine for him now?
The Changming Marquis and the Taoist Du Daoist were stunned for a long time while holding the wine glasses. Seeing Su Jing's cold and slanted eyes, they smiled wryly and raised their glasses, drinking down the three clear wines in the glasses.
These three sakes are famous local wines in Xianling City. They are brewed from thousands of years of frost and snow on the Kunlun Mountains. Only thirty jars of them can be brewed in a century. It can be said that cups are precious and the sake is intoxicating.
If it weren't for the night banquet, Chang Minghou, the host of the banquet in the city hall, would never have been generous enough to fill the whole table in one night.
The staying power of these three sakes is difficult even for practitioners to resist.
Chanminghou Xu has always been with wine. After one glass of wine, his expression did not change, but the Taoist priest felt a little smokey.
The Marquis of Changming shook his head and turned around with a smile on his face. He took a pot of wine, filled another cup, and said with a smile: "I only think of Master Su as a figure who is like an immortal. He is always with Qingshan. , Fengxue is your friend, but I didn’t know that you have such a good relationship with City Lord Si. ?”
Su Jing said two words clearly and concisely: “Unfamiliar.”
After hearing this, the immortal masters couldn’t help but heaved a sigh of relief. They knew that Yi Su. If she said she wasn't familiar with Jing's temperament, then naturally it could only be because she wasn't familiar with him.
Chang Ming Hou raised his eyebrows lightly and said: "The glass of wine I just drank was for City Master Si. If the Young Sect Master is really not familiar with me, why did he hold back the wine for the City Master? Isn't this inappropriate?"< br>
Su Jing raised his eyebrows coldly and said, "He said he is not good at drinking."
The smile in Chang Minghou's eyes deepened.
Seeing his smile, Bailian frowned secretly, looked sideways at the woman beside him, and whispered: "Miss Su Jing, don't worry, it's okay."
Su Jing also looked sideways, stared at Balian, and said, "Do you think I'm worried about you?"
Balian didn't know how to answer this question, so he heard her continue: "You said you are not good at drinking. If he offers you a drink, people will continue to come. If you die drunk here, do you want me to carry you away? I'd better drag you away."
Only people like Su Jing can say "hug you away" so coldly that there is nothing charming about it.
Bailian then felt the embarrassment caused by the Siren Vine, but when he thought about it, he felt that Su Jing was being too preoccupied. Since he was a corpse demon, he would naturally not be drunk by wine. , at most I feel uncomfortable for a while afterwards.
But in front of the Yunyun Immortal Sect, Balian would never reveal his identity.
Chang Minghou laughed, raised his glass again and said: "What are you talking about, Young Master Su? The Sicheng Master is the person chosen by the empress. Even if he is not good at wine, what's the harm in drinking a full glass? ”
The ferryman also catered to him and said: "Yes, since it is the succession banquet of the new city lord, I have to give him a favor."
The two of them were extremely persistent in the toast, and did not give him a chance to refute at all. Drink it dry into the abdomen.
Bailian had no choice but to get himself a glass of Sanqing wine and drank it.
The clear wine entered the throat, and the strong fragrance hit the tongue. The rich aroma of the wine burned the throat. The sudden taste impact left Balian without any reaction.
After a glass of wine rolled into his stomach, he realized that he could actually taste the three sakes.
Balian frowned and looked at the remaining wine in the empty glass, thinking that the wine brewed from the Kunlun Snow seemed unusual.
Out of the corner of his eye, he saw that Qingxuan, the female official, was holding a pot of Sansake wine in her hand, shaking it gently. She didn’t know whether she was praising the wine intentionally or unintentionally trying to clear up someone’s doubts.
“Kunlun Snow, Sanqing Wine, is the wine of the Six Paths. All things in heaven and earth have animism. Anyone with a heart can taste this wine until the taste is pure and pleasant. Drink this wine and it will enter the abdomen and bones. Heart, it’s not a bad thing for the city lord to taste this wine.”
No wonder.
Bailian pursed his lips calmly, feeling that the smell of alcohol was lingering in his bones after just one glass.
If Xindao was really drunk in a place like this, he would have ended up with Su Jing dragging the vine and the vine dragging him all the way out of the palace.
He put down his wine glass silently. The Siren's vine had not been broken. He would inevitably be alone with Su Jing tonight. It would be bad if he got drunk.
Seeing him drink a glass of wine, the Chang Minghou and the Dudao people did not intend to continue to embarrass him, and returned to the seats at the banquet with the wine glasses.
But tonight, as Bailian was the host and the chief, the monks in the palace did not dare to invite the female officer Qingxuan to toast, but their desire to chat with Bailian never weakened for a moment.
As a result, groups of people on the table stood up one after another, holding up their wine cups: "Fengbo City Wang Huan, I would like to propose a drink to the new city lord. I hope the city lord can give me some thin noodles."< br>
Chang Ming was waiting for the Taoist priest to toast him, and he drank it. If others didn't drink, they would inevitably end up with a reputation of avoiding cold and inflammation.
Bailian had a clear mind and naturally knew what the two people were planning. He smiled, shook his head, and said bluntly: "I have very little face. If you give me more, I will lose it."
The meaning is obvious, I won’t drink, what can you do to me?
The man's face turned dark. He didn't expect that the new lord of Xianling City was actually a rebellious person. He was about to have an attack. Su Jing next to Bai Lian raised his glass again and drank the wine with a rather serious look. He glanced at the man coldly.
Wang Huan's face froze. How dare he seek death to get angry at this person? He smiled and said: "Being able to have a drink with Young Sect Master Su is actually a great blessing in Wang Huan's life. Since the Young Sect Master is willing to replace Si If the city lord holds back the wine, then Wang Huan will be brave and offer another toast.”
Su Jing was silent, holding the pot and filling the cup, and wanted to drink more, but Balian suddenly grabbed her wrist. He asked in a deep voice: "You don't need to do this?"
He is not. It doesn't matter whether a mortal person is hiding from the cold and suffering from the heat, or he is arrogant, so why should he care about what these people think of him.
If he wants to drink, he can drink. If he doesn’t want to drink, who can force him to do so?
Su Jing glanced sideways and said softly: "It's too noisy, it hurts my ears. Just ask them to shut up and be quiet."
When has she ever cared about other people's thoughts? It's just that these people are biting around one by one as if they are staring at the blood, buzzing endlessly, which is really annoying.
Balian was quite speechless, thinking to himself that among the men in the audience, they didn't know who told whom to shut up and be quiet.
Su Jing broke away from Balian's hand and said unhappily: "Your eyes are very rude."
Baillian didn't know her 'rude' words at first, so What did he mean, until he saw Wang Huan, who claimed to be from Fengbo City, rolled under the table, turned into mud from drunkenness, and could never get up again.
Looking at the girl Su Jing next to him, she was sitting steadily, her back as straight as an orchid branch, her body not swaying at all, her eyes still calm and clear, without any hint of fuss.
Bailian now knew what she meant?
Feelings are unhappy. He underestimated her drinking capacity.
This girl, who usually doesn't show off her appearance or show off her coolness, has such a strong drinking capacity even though she keeps her cool.
The wine seller, Chang Minghou, even drank three clear wines and her face was slightly red, but she didn't change at all.
It was not only Balian who was surprised, but also the people at the table.
So, one by one, people raised their glasses and gathered around, catching up with the excitement and having their own thoughts.
After all, it is extremely difficult to say a word to this ice-cold and inaccessible Miss Su on weekdays. Now, it is a rare occasion to be able to have a meal and drink together.
How can those young masters and young masters with different ideas let go of this God-given opportunity. Everyone held the pot in one hand and the cup in the other in tacit understanding, and started the wheel tactics tacitly.
“The Lord of the City is a young and talented person, so I would like to invite you a glass of sake to show your respect.”
Su Jing poured the wine steadily, held the cup, and drank without saying anything more. A nonsense sentence.
"I also offer a toast to the city lord, and I hope the city lord will reward you."
Su Jing drank again.
"Young Sect Leader Su has a good capacity for drinking. Please fill up the wine and have another glass."
This time, Su Jing put down the wine glass with a cold look in his eyes and stopped raising the glass.
The man was startled, thinking that he had already drank several rounds, why did he just choose to ignore it now?
As soon as his mind changed, he seemed to understand something. He quickly changed his words and tentatively held the wine and whispered: "City Lord Si, please?"
The glass of wine was served again on the table, and Su Jing began to continue drinking. .
Bailian watched as the empty wine jars under her feet were piled deeper and deeper, and more and more dead dogs were lying on the table under the stage.
As she silently raised the pot to pour the wine, the sound of plopping could be heard, and as expected, it gradually became quiet.
Yin Dufeng was dumbfounded and murmured: "This is the three-clear wine that makes me so drunk. I can't even drink three pots. When did this girl develop such a good drinking capacity? It's scary... ”
When Su Guanhai saw this, the sake in his mouth inevitably became a little bitter. He said with a complex expression: "A Jing never drank alcohol before he was sixteen years old."
Yin Dufeng's expression suddenly changed. For a moment, I couldn't speak anymore.
Finally, there are very few people who can still sit smoothly at the table.
Sword Master Yu glanced deeply at the woman in white who was holding the cup elegantly. He threw away the wine glass in his hand, stood up and said: "The smell of alcohol here is too strong, I will go out and enjoy the breeze. ”
Su Guanhai and Yin Dufeng looked at each other and followed them to enjoy the scenery together.
Su Jing has always been a person who sticks to her word. When she asked for some peace and quiet, she really used the most direct and domineering way to win over everyone.
A real heroine.
In the palace, those who are chattering and making trouble are basically under the table.
Bailian was filled with admiration. He looked at the shocking pile of wine jars under Su Jing's feet and thought that almost half of the good wine that has been aged for thousands of years must be here.
The glass lamp shined on Su Jing's cheek, which was cold white. Her white jade-like fingertips held the wine glass steadily, her eyes were elegant, quiet and indifferent, without any fluctuations in her eyes, she looked at the whole scene calmly.
Her expression was the same, as if the wine in the empty jars under her feet had not fallen into her stomach alone.
"Are you... okay?" Balian couldn't help but waved his hand in front of her.
Su Jing withdrew her gaze from the palace. There seemed to be a thick dark color hidden in her calm eyes. Looking at the swaying palm in front of her, she couldn't help but stare carefully, as if she couldn't see the palm of his hand clearly. The texture is gone.
She quietly frowned her slender eyebrows, rubbed her eyebrows, and said quietly: "What do you mean?"
Seeing her like this, Bai Lian couldn't help but worry: "You He smells very drunk.”
Su Jing half leaned between the seats, looking up at the softly glowing glazed lamp above her head: "The banquet is over."
Bailian: "Well, it's over."
< br>The halo of light became brighter and brighter in front of her eyes, and the surrounding scenery began to blur and dim. Only the clear light occupied her entire sight.
"Let's go then."
Su Jing stood up and walked steadily towards the outside of the palace.
Balian quickly added a glass of water, gargled the unpleasant smell of alcohol in his mouth, and was about to step up to follow, when he heard a plop, and the slender white figure in front of him fell to the ground and was unable to get up.
He jumped and rushed up to help her up.
At this time, Su Jing's snow-white jade face slowly became tinged with a faint rosy color, and her eyes were filled with mist and deepness, and there was no trace of clarity.
Bailian was speechless for a moment, wondering who was that girl who was so arrogant and undefeated in a single battle?
Putting his palm on her forehead tentatively, it was slightly hot and slightly dizzy with sweat.
Qingxuan tasted the wine slowly, and did not forget to give a compliment, saying: "Miss Su's drinking capacity is indeed the second best I have ever seen in my life, but these three clear wines need to be savored carefully, and these twenty or so bottles have gone into my belly. Not to mention mortals, even if the Golden Immortal is here, he will be doomed."
There is no need for Qingxuan to say anything, Bailian already knows how powerful this wine is.
At this moment, he personally felt that the glass of wine he had just consumed was burning with heat in his stomach, making him feel faintly uncomfortable. The smell of alcohol was rising, and his limbs were gradually becoming heavy and weak.
No matter how good Su Jing is at drinking, he can't stand up to such pretentiousness.
But she couldn't just throw her here with the bunch of dead dogs in the hall. After all, she was blocking the wine for him today.
Bailian asked how the night couldn't be quiet for a while.
Lifting Su Jing's body, he carried her behind him. The fragrance of wine lingered around the woman's body and came up from behind. The soft hair flowing down from his shoulders seemed to be filled with a strong smell of alcohol. .
Looking sideways, you can see her half-closed eyes, and between her pale thin lips, there is a faint breath smelling of wine.
The burning feeling in Balian's belly became inexplicably stronger, and there was a slight sharp sting in his lips. It was the first time that the hidden corpse demon's fangs were not controlled when he was not thirsty for blood.
Bailian couldn't help but speed up his pace a little, thinking that this wine is really powerful.
On a cold night in early spring, the melting and cold moonlight shines on the rain.
When he returned to the palace, Balian's steps became increasingly heavy and unsteady.
His cheeks were burning, and he walked out of the tent in three steps and two steps at a time. Perhaps his bones were a little soft from the drunkenness. Balian's movements were neither gentle nor heavy, and he hit Su Jing with his backhand. He threw it on the couch.
Xu Shi's forehead hit the head of the bed, and he was caught off guard by the pain. Su Jing, dressed in white clothes and slightly messy, curled up in the corner of the bed, her brows furrowed in pain, and she couldn't help but hum.
Bailian saw that her fair forehead quickly turned green and red, and she looked a little pitiful.
Originally, he just wanted to throw her on the bed and sleep for a few days to relieve the alcohol smell. Seeing the situation, he felt really sorry for it. He hurriedly said I was sorry, knelt down on the couch with his legs bent, and rubbed his body for her. Forehead: "Does it hurt?"
She breathed a very soft "hmm".
Bailian wondered why she was holding her belly and looking uncomfortable when her head hurt.
On second thought, tonight is the cold time of spring. After drinking so much cold wine at night, can my stomach not feel uncomfortable?
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(End of this chapter)