"well!"

The white-clothed Taoist sitting opposite him gently picked up his hair at the temples with his hands and said with a calm expression.

"Pindao doesn't want to do this, but I'm just too good!"

Gudong!

The body of the Taoist priest in blue rolled down from the table and fell on the seat. After a few seconds, he snored heavily. With a smile of victory on his face, the Taoist priest in white picked up the wine bottle and poured some wine for himself.

Had a glass of wine.

Snapped!

A small white hand stretched out from the side and patted his hand directly.

"You can't drink wine like this even if you don't pay for it!"

Following the words, the eldest lady of the Zhao family appeared behind Kong Qing and placed the bowl of soup in her hand in front of the Taoist priest in white.

"Here, drink this bowl of hangover soup."

"Let's skip this one,"

The Taoist priest in white touched his nose with his hand in embarrassment.

"Pindao's current body, let alone drinking such a small amount of wine, I wouldn't be able to get drunk even if I were soaked in a wine vat..."

"Showing off again!"

The eldest lady of the Zhao family glanced at Kong Qing, and sat down beside him. Then she rubbed her shoulders with her hands, and used her hands to untie the blue cloth wrapping her hair on her head, revealing her long black hair that looked like a waterfall.

It hung down and landed on her towering conscience.

"It's been another busy day, I'm so tired."

Kong Qing raised his head, his eyes followed the dark hair of the eldest wife of the Zhao family, and landed on her face with a tired look.

"You are still young, don't be like other men,"

The eldest lady of the Zhao family didn't seem to see Kong Qing's gaze. She calmly took off the silver chain on her arm and said nonchalantly.

"Alcohol is not a good thing. Just drink it occasionally and in moderation. Otherwise, others will worry about you!"

Having said this, the eldest lady of the Zhao family raised her head and looked ahead with her eyes in a daze, as if she had thought of something. But then she woke up again, turned her head, covered her hair with her hands, and

The sobering soup was pushed towards Kong Qing's face.

"Be good, drink the hangover soup quickly."

"Okay, I'll drink!"

Seeing the pretty widow lady in front of him glance across his eyes, Kong Qing suddenly felt that the weight of the bowl of soup in his hand suddenly became heavy. He lowered his head and touched his nose with his hand, singing a poem from his past life.

The poem suddenly came to mind.
Chapter completed!