Rebirth of Concubine The World

Chapter 206 Take off the mask for you (4)
He Lanhuo has loved martial arts since he was a child, and he knows the existence of fighting spirit masters in the mainland like the back of his hand.

"It is rumored that three masters on the mainland have climbed to the eighth level of Dou Qi. They are Leng Yanluo, the Lord of the Ming Pavilion, Shangguan Yeli, the master of Qingye, and our Dayin's Hailing King Tan Qingjue." Come, picked up the wine glass casually, and took a sip of sake.

"I remember the rumors that Mr. Wuque seems to be at the eighth level of profound energy?"

Intentionally or not, Tan Qing Jue tried this way.

"My martial arts are not very good, this is just a misrepresentation." The two looked at each other, and the flames were flying everywhere.He Lanhuo stood on the side, but also realized that the two of them met quite a lot, so he was speechless on the side.Young Master Wu Que had a panoramic view of the emotions on He Lan's face, and he couldn't help but feel a little more tenderness in his eyes.

"However, maybe I am not as good as the prince in the cultivation of profound energy, but there is one thing, the prince is not as good as me."

Young Master Wu Que always backed down, but at this moment there was a smile on his lips, still indifferent.

Tan Qingjue is also a proud and arrogant person, although his face is a little reserved, he feels a little arrogance floating in his heart.

"Then I don't know what makes Mr. Wuque so confident?"

"Of course, drinking..."

Tan Qingjue didn't expect Mr. Wuque to say this sentence, and he suddenly laughed, expressing his disdain for Mr. Wuque's words.

Young Master Wu Que looked handsome and handsome, but he didn't look like a good drinker.

"This king wants to compare with you, but since you are injured, Mr. Wuque, I can't take advantage of you." Tan Qingjue casually swept the wound on Mr. Wuque's shoulder.

"Wu Que said it just now, a mere injury is nothing to worry about. My lord, I will do it first as a respect."

After finishing speaking, Mr. Wuque clasped the wine glass with his fingers, and drank the sake in the glass in one gulp.

Tan Qingjue didn't have much expression on his face, and he couldn't tell what was going on in his mind, but he still invited people to bring wine.He Lanhuo also stared dumbfounded at the side, watching the well-known and polite Young Master Xi Hua, and the bloodthirsty Prince Shura who is also famous in the world, here you start to drink wine in the palace, congratulations! Lan Huo just felt that everything in front of him seemed a little unreal...

But just now, the two of them were able to dance the sword dance together with the sound of their piano, and it is not surprising that they would fight for wine together.

She shook her head slightly, sat down again, touched the piano with her fingers again, and played the piano.The sound of the piano poured out at her fingertips, but she let the two of them, two world-renowned men, compete for wine.

Young Master Wu Que felt that the wine was being poured into his stomach one after another, but he couldn't help but wondered, it turned out that this is what it feels like to be drunk.

Originally, he just wanted to defuse Tan Qingjue's hostility towards him a little bit, and he didn't want the atmosphere to be too embarrassing.Young Master Wu Que is always good at winning the favor of others, as long as he gets drunk and admits defeat, I believe it will be enough to absorb some of Tan Qing Jue's aggressiveness.

It's just that the smoky drunkenness gradually came up. Facing Tan Qingjue's provocative eyes and He Lanhuo who was playing the piano, Mr. Wuque actually felt a sense of needless competitiveness.

He actually didn't want to admit defeat, and the more he drank, the more he felt sober.

The sky gradually darkened, and a round of bright moon hung in the sky.

The three people in the yard were playing the piano, dancing swords, or singing loudly, and they gradually lost their composure and became more willful.Half drunk, Mr. Wuque was playing with a set of sword skills, but he fell softly on the position, allowing the flush of drunkenness to appear on his cheeks, which made his appearance more and more charming like a jade carving.

"Young Master Wu Que, you are drunk, drink a cup of tea." He Lanhuo's voice seemed to come from the sky, but the graceful figure in front of him was also somewhat blurred.

Mr. Wuque gently pressed He Lanhuo's arm with his palm, and spit out a faint smell of alcohol from his red lips. He couldn't help but chuckled and said, "Princess, you don't want to see me confront King Hailing, so naturally I won't." Make it difficult for you."

A cup of tea was delivered to Mr. Wuque's lips, causing Mr. Wuque to take a few sips of the tea unconsciously.

The warm tea slipped into Mr. Wuque's throat, making Mr. Wuque feel much more comfortable immediately.

"Actually, I have a secret to tell you. I don't drink well at all, because I never dare to get drunk. When I get drunk, I always do wrong things."

Unexpectedly, on the other side, there was also a voice that was vague and unable to speak clearly: "Actually, I also tell you that I can't drink well at all, just because I always drink and never get drunk."

Hearing Tan Qingjue's muttering, He Lanhuo was speechless.

What made He Lanhuo even more speechless was that Mr. Wuque actually heard Tan Qingjue's words clearly, and he actually replied: "Are you lying?"

"Lying to you? Hmph, didn't you know that I can't drink, so you deliberately provoked me? I think you're lying, saying that you can't drink, who drank one cup after another just now?" Tan Qingjue snorted twice.

"I suppressed it with internal force. It seems that you also drank a lot just now, my lord?"

"I also suppressed it with internal force."

Well, now he can feel that the alcohol is picking up little by little.

He Lanhuo wanted to laugh but couldn't do it when he heard the drunken conversation between the two, so he couldn't help but stare and said, "My lord, son, it seems that you don't have to be so boring."

"Who would admit defeat to such a sissy?" Tan Qingjue pointed at Mr. Wuque and yelled.

"Wu Que is just not as rude as Wang Ye, not a sissy!" Young Master Wu Que smiled lightly, and in return for such a sentence, it seemed that because he was drunk, he showed his true nature of poisonous tongue.

"A little boy like you, of course, doesn't know what masculinity is. By the way, take your hand away from me, and don't hold the hand of the little princess."

Tan Qing waved his hand a few times indiscriminately, trying to slap Mr. Wuque's arm away.

He Lanhuo quickly fended off the two of them: "Since you're already drunk, each of you shouldn't say a word."

Young Master Wu Que smiled, but subconsciously held on tighter: "Princess, don't worry, I won't deliberately embarrass you like the prince. Even if I want to confront the prince tit for tat, I swear that I will never do this in front of you."

(End of this chapter)