The liquor at Liu Xiang Pavilion is indeed quite good, so much so that even Song Zhiyu got tipsy.
"Be careful, if you fall into the latrine, I’m not pulling you out," Bao Datong tightly gripped his buddy’s hand, sighing. If it weren’t for them having fought together and wet their beds as kids, he wouldn’t have accompanied him to such a filthy place.
Upon hearing this, Song Zhiyu pinched his baozi-like cheeks with both hands, complaining, "Aren’t we brothers anymore? I’m already this miserable, and you still have so much to say while accompanying to take a leak."
Bao Datong dodged his devilish paws, exclaiming, "My gosh, you haven’t even washed your hands after holding it."
Damn it, his face was covered with the residue of urine, damn.
Song Zhiyu released his hands and giggled foolishly, "Deserved it!"
Bao Datong didn’t bother with him, turned around to wash his face at the washing room, then after using so fragrant soap to wash his hands and face, he turned and said, "Shall we... go?"
Where’s the person?
Song Zhiyu staggered past a row of houses, when suddenly he heard laughter, soone ntioned his na.
"That’s why I say, when a person is down on luck, even drinking cold water gets stuck in their teeth. Look at that kid Song Yulang, saying he’s naturally lucky, pfft, if he’s lucky how did he end up with a butch as a wife! Aiya, making wishes at Huai River truly works, I should go set a hundred lamps next ti."
"Liu Wu, you can’t say that, what’s wrong with a butch, at the end of the day, she’s still a woman, right? With the lights off, can’t it be compared? Just curious, for this grand wedding, whether Song Yulang is on top or bottom!"
"With that weakling appearance of his, can he be on top, dream on, the Commandery Princess probably can flip him over with one hand." Liu Wu laughed frivolously, "Though it’s the sa with the lights off, but won, well, you can still feel it in the dark, look at our musician girl here, isn’t she fragrant and soft? The Commandery Princess, I’m afraid, is hard everywhere."
Another burst of laughter ca.
Song Zhiyu suddenly sobered up, kicked the door open, and stord inside.
Suddenly, soone breaking in, the laughter halted abruptly, people hadn’t yet seen who it was before they felt a blur in front of their eyes, and the banquet was rushed into, food and drinks were kicked into the air.
Screams imdiately filled the air.
"Damn you, Liu Lao Wu, you turtle’s grandson, I haven’t settled scores with you yet, and here you are hiding like a coward babbling nonsense." Song Zhiyu pounced directly onto Liu Ning, who was wearing a bright red robe, flexibly straddling him, both hands attacking left and right.
"You dare to gossip about here, gossip about my wife, I’ll beat you to death, you turtle’s grandson." Song Zhiyu’s fists landed one after another on Liu Ning’s face.
Liu Ning yelled, "Song Yulang, what madness is this."
"I am mad, so what, hitting you, so what, weren’t you quite capable? Speak, keep speaking!" Song Zhiyu punched him in the eye.
Fortunately, he had drunk quite a bit earlier, his body was a bit limp and he couldn’t muster much strength, otherwise, Liu Ning would have beco a pig’s head by now.
But even so, Liu Ning’s face was still bruised, he pushed him away and said, "Are you all dead, not pulling him off, beat him for ."
The rest also ca to their senses, hurriedly ca over to separate them, but didn’t dare to lay hands on Song Zhiyu.
Well, they could speak behind his back, but would you dare to hit this little bully?
All present were also playboys, but even among playboys, there are distinctions of family status, Liu Ning was from the Marquis Mansion, sure, but the others weren’t, their fathers and brothers’ official positions weren’t as powerful as Song Zhiyu’s brother, touching him, wouldn’t that be causing trouble for the family?
Most importantly, his current status is the future husband of Commandery Princess Dongyang. It’s said that Prince Dingbei’s Mansion is especially protective, if they knew they beat up Song Yulang, it’s like sending themselves to their death.
Couldn’t beat him, couldn’t touch him, at most, they could hit below the belt.
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