Although Xin Qiji was addicted to alcohol, he was really not good at drinking. After a pot of wine, he could no longer hold on. Then he lay at the door and started to snore. He didn't know how long he had been sleeping. Xin Qiji woke up and picked up the wine pot beside him and shook it. There was no alcohol inside. He could only blink his mouth and prepare to get up and go back to his nest to rest.

Before he got up, he suddenly appeared from behind with a wine pot in one hand. This was Chen Xiuping's Ning pot of tribute wine. Chen Xiuping also sat down, held two wine glasses, poured them all over, picked up one and started drinking.

Although I don’t know what this young boy means, as long as there is wine, it’s fine. Xin Qiji also picked up the wine glass and drank it all in one gulp. Chen Xiuping continued to pour it, and Xin Qiji continued to drink it. Five times in a row, a happy expression appeared on Xin Qiji’s face. Now, wine is the greatest comfort for Xin Qiji, and only wine can make him escape reality.

"You young man, you know how to be a human being. You know that I have a good wine, so you can bring out such good wine. But I am a useless person, why are you trying to please me?"

According to Xin Qiji's evaluation of wine, such a good wine is completely a top-notch wine. He actually gave himself a decadent person to drink. Xin Qiji didn't know what the young man in front of him wanted to covet him.

"Why did the sir decide that I was trying to please the sir?"

"Youngsheng, what kind of wine is this? Gongjiu, the royal wine used by the royal family, will you give it to me for no reason?"

"Mr.'s analysis of human nature is quite accurate. Indeed, I am trying to please Mr. He, but I am not just trying to please him, but want to make friends with him."

"Are you making friends? Is there anything I deserve to date? I was a young man who was a member of the Privy Council. With such a good tribute wine, I am afraid it's the son of that big man. I'm a useless person, so there is no need to make friends with me."

Xin Qiji's definition of himself has reached the lowest lower limit. What has happened in recent years has been hit hard and can no longer hit him. Chen Xiuping's appearance is like a blow, just as he said, becoming a high-ranking official at such a young age is not someone he can make friends with.

"Sir, think I am a child of a powerful man?"

"Ha, I don't know. Anyway, this person is different when he is born. Some people reach the sky in one step, while others struggle all their lives, but in the end it is just a futile."

Since his return, what happened to Xin Qiji, a man who has just passed his thirties, has no expectations for this world. He can only despise, despise the injustice of this world, and despise the petty scruples of those self-proclaimed nobles. Because he is a native of the North, he has been discriminated against and humiliated. Everything is because he returned from the north, because of this title, his loyalty is ignored, and his talent is not worth mentioning. What he says is arrogant words, and no matter what he does, he is wrong, because of him, Xin Qiji is a native of the North.

"Sir, since that's the case, I won't disturb you. However, sir, what you said is wrong. There are indeed differences in life when you are born, but are there any kind of kings, princes, generals and ministers? If you limit yourself to a certain level, then you give up on yourself, and then I will no longer have the intention to make friends with you."

After saying that, Chen Xiuping stood up and patted the ashes on his butt. Compared with Xin Qiji in front of him and Xin Qiji in his previous life, he was not alone at all. Xin Qiji in his previous life had ambition to recover and promised his own achievements. Although his fate was ill-fated and his ambitions were hard to fulfill, he never wavered his belief in restoring the Central Plains. Instead, he placed all his passion and concerns and worries about the rise and fall of the country and the fate of the nation in his poems.
Chapter completed!