Rebirth: Marrying a Bamboo

Chapter 139
Seeing Zhao Fu drinking as if no one was watching, Zheng Jianing asked, "What are you doing?"

This has been divorced once, why don't you pay attention to your appearance in front of the third prince?

Zhao Fushuang took it for granted, "Are you blind?"

Zheng Jianing: "..."

Yun Xuchuan looked at Zhao Fushuang with a cold face.

It's not that women can't drink alcohol. Women in the cultivation world have never had so many rules at all, and there are even a few who wear revealing clothes, act dissolutely, and have chaotic private lives.

But this kind of thing doesn't look so good when it happens to Zhao Fushuang.

After all, Zhao Fushuang was born in a famous family and was once his fiancée. Even if they divorced, if others mentioned Zhao Fushuang, it would affect his face.

Zhao Fushuang drank alone, without the slightest gesture that a woman should have, let alone compared with the charming red-clothed woman Xiaowu and the weak Yuehua at the table.

Yun Xuchuan's face was ugly, and everyone was a little afraid to say more for a moment.

The fat man next to Yun Xuchuan was eating spiritual food and watching a show with a smile.

At this moment, Yun Xuchuan's guards, who always had a cold face, also took out the jug as if no one else was there, and poured it by themselves like Zhao Fushuang.

As soon as the jug is opened, the aroma of wine overflows.

Zhao Fu's eyes were straightened, and if she drank the cheap wine in her hand, it would be tasteless.

I'm poor now and can't afford good wine.

Zhao Fu glanced at the past

When it was time, the man finally looked over.

Zhao Fushuang: "Brother, change?"

Everyone: "..." Where's the face?
The man withdrew his gaze expressionlessly, and in the next moment, threw a jug of wine over.

Zhao Fu took the jug with both hands, raised her head to taste it, and said with satisfaction, "Good wine, thank you."

Holding the sword in one hand and the wine in the other, the man looked over coldly. The next moment, he took out three more jugs of wine and said, "There are more."

Zhao Fu raised her eyebrows and glanced at the man, but didn't respond.

The scene became quieter for a while.

Sui Mian, Yun Xuchuan's guard, has a cold face all the year round, and he cherishes words like gold.

Like today, there has never been a time when she sold a girl's face.

For a moment, Yun Xuchuan's face became even more ugly.

He laughed disdainfully, he should really show his father what kind of woman he wanted to marry him back then!
Once through the door, I am afraid that the Cangnan Congress will become the laughing stock of the whole world.

Zheng Jianing hurriedly reconciled the atmosphere, "It is fate to meet each other. After all, we lived together in a state of tears. If we meet again, if we don't know each other, we will somewhat let down the fate."

With that said, he stood up and took up the role of peacemaker, and introduced them to everyone one by one.

The woman in red is called Xiaofu, 59 Shenzhu irrigation body, the main assistant.

The weak woman is Yuehua who was seriously injured last time, the 56 Shenzhu tank, the Lord heals.

Fatty Bai's name is Yun Jian, he is Yun Xuchuan's aide, 59 Shenzhu irrigation body, the main defense.

The cold-faced black-clothed man is called Sui Mian, who is Yun Xuchuan's bodyguard, with 78 divine plants filling his body, and mainly attacking.

Among Yunxuchuan's group, only Yunxuchuan is the youngest, with a cultivation level of 57 Shenzhu Guanti, and the main attack.

When introducing himself to his side, Zheng Jianing lacked confidence, he only introduced his name, except for Xiong Dalang, he didn't mention anyone else's cultivation level.

I can't afford to lose that man!
Zheng Jianing wandered between the two parties, and gradually the atmosphere became more harmonious.

Seeing Zhao Fushuang and Sui Mi drink as if no one was around, Zheng Jianing said greedily, "If you survive a catastrophe, you will have future blessings. Today is such a good day, you really should have a drink."

Zheng Jianing poured wine for everyone, "I respect the third prince for saving his life."

Zhao Fushuang was a little confused: "Isn't your savior my aunt?"

Zheng Jianing expressed disdain: "If you don't have the Third Prince's Ling Ze Sword, how can you save people?"

"..." Yun Xuchuan voluntarily took out the Lingze Sword?

Zhao Fushuang admired Zheng Jianing's flattering skills.

Under Zheng Jianing's rounds of flattery, the atmosphere got better and better, and the cold-faced man in black took out more than a dozen pots of wine.

Sure enough, there are still.

After they drank a few glasses of wine, they talked more, and the two women also had a drink, and they drank with elegance and demeanor, naturally not as eclectic as Zhao Fushuang.

Zhao Fushuang was bored alone, not in the mood to talk, when the weak Yuehua suddenly said, "Yuehua hasn't thanked Miss Zhao for saving her life."

Zhao Fu raised her eyes with the wine jar by her mouth, and met Shang Yuehua's eyes.

Zhao Fushuang has been a high-ranking young lady for more than a hundred years, and wandered around in a daze for 300 years. She can tell with her eyes closed whether others thank her sincerely, or thank her with some sincerity.

At least this month, Yuehua's gentle and gentle thanks were not sincere at all.

There was even a sense of superior disdain in those eyes.

Zhao Fushuang drank the wine casually, and said calmly, "You're welcome. If it wasn't for Ling Zejian, I wouldn't have saved you."

After saying this, the scene became cold again.

Everyone looked at each other, Yuehua pursed her lips and said: "But my life is not worth the sword, the girl will be so angry."

Zhao Fushuang thought for a while, took out the Lingze sword from the space container, and put it beside her, "Now you kill yourself, and the Lingze sword will return to its original owner."

Hearing this, Yuehua's lips curled up tighter, "Miss Zhao, you are also a person of cultivation, why do you have to go out of your way when you do things and talk?"

"Is this the way to go?" Zhao Fu sneered, "Are you talking about the way out?"

Yuehua said patiently: "I can exchange all my belongings for Lingze Sword."

"Is all your treasures worth more than the Lingze Sword?"

Yue Hua paused, "That's not true."

"Sorry, I don't do business at a loss."

Everyone: "."

Be professional!

Yuehua's face was ugly, but she bit her lip and didn't speak anymore.

Zhao Fushuang sat lazily on the chair, opened another jug ​​of wine with one hand, and drank it casually.

The conversation between Zhao Fushuang and Yuehua ended, and Zheng Jianing warmed up the scene, "You don't know, if I didn't reveal the method to break the catkins, we might not be able to come out. Dad's mouth is useless."

Fatty Yun remonstrated with a smile and said: "Young Master's amazing talent, the old Master naturally sees it in his eyes. This statement is just to encourage the young master to encourage himself and strive to surpass his ancestors and become the glory of the Hou family."

Even Xiao Fu laughed and said: "I am far away in the Han Cicada Country but I have heard about the wisdom of Young Master."

Zheng Jianing was happy to hear that, "There is only one thing in our family that can be called honoring our ancestors, and that is to be loyal to the monarch and filial to the court."

Zhao Fushuang: "..."

This dog thing!

Deliberately pretending to be naive and not saying it, but taking the opportunity to show my sincerity!

What a sycophant!

Zhao Fushuang was a little drunk, but when she was drunk, she still didn't like to listen to Zheng Jianing's sycophancy, "At the critical moment, you figured out a way to break the catkins, why didn't you tell me, your pants are not tight at the critical moment? ?”

Zheng Jianing also drank too much, "Go ahead, didn't you pull my pants off? You're still ashamed to mention it, Wushuang, you are a shameless woman."

Zhao Fu rested her chin lazily, her cheeks were flushed naturally after drinking, her eyes flicked back casually, "Who told me to like you and want to marry you?"

Didn't this kill him?

Even if it is the ex-fiancée of the third prince, she is still the one who was connected with the third prince!
Zheng Jianing calmed down in an instant, "Forgive me, auntie, just because of your vigor, you can't harm me, no one you like can like me!"

Zhao Fushuang sneered, "You know I don't like it, and I don't want to marry you, can I be ashamed with you?"

(End of this chapter)