The Black Sheep

All the members arrived and the fleet set sail. Bai Shiqi and Zhao Ziheng hadn't seen each other for half a year. Except for accidentally carrying a selfless official, everything else was safe and suitable for drinking and talking.

However, there are still more guest officers on the ship, and as the owner of the ship, he must do his best as the owner. Bai Shiqi suggested: "Why not invite my cousin to drink together?"

Zhao Ziheng seemed to be a little frustrated with his cousin: "...Should I not do it?"

Zhao Wujiu was extremely self-disciplined throughout his life. When he was a child, he was Chu Qiao among his peers. When he grows up, his peers are even more difficult to reach. Eating at the same table can easily cause indigestion. What's more, in his cognition, drinking alcohol for fun and wasting time?

Bai Shiqi did not understand his hesitation: "Do you have a handle in his hand?"

Zhao Ziheng: "Does peeing in my pants count as a kid?"

Bai Shiqi explained him: "It's just a physiological phenomenon in a specific period, don't worry about it. Isn't your cousin wise and wise since he was young, and he doesn't even urinate in his pants?"

Zhao Ziheng imagined a serious and upright cousin when he was a child, spitting out bubbles and peeing on Harazi's pants. The nervousness was relieved a lot, and he hooked up with Bai Shiqi to invite Zhao Wujiu to join them for a long time. Reunited wine bureau.

Zhao Wujiu’s room is next to Bai Shiqi on the top floor of the ship. The sun shines into the cabin, the river breeze blows, and the view is wide. According to later generations, it is a luxurious viewing room or a presidential level. The entire ship has Two sets, the other set Bai Shiqi self-occupied.

He was sitting in a wheelchair with a thin blanket on his lap. He was holding a book while reading. Only two guards were left beside him, and the rest were gone.

Bai Shiqi was shocked: This person will not send his hands to the cargo hold to check it?

She enthusiastically said: "Cousin is seasick? If there is discomfort, I still have medicine to relieve seasickness. I will bring some back."

Cousin? Zhao Wujiu raised an eyebrow: Are we that familiar?

He said succinctly: "No need."

Zhao Ziheng's long-lost brotherhood was hit hard, and he cried out sadly: "...My room doesn't even have sunshine." You still ask your cousin Xu Han!

Bai Shiqi said in a familiar tone: "Cousin needs a good life and recuperation. How about you two change?"

Zhao Ziheng shrunk his neck, turned his head and stopped talking. The child looked like he was angry, but his face read "Come on and coax me, coax me, or we will break." The voice comforted him: "Don't shout, your room is hidden. At night, I will find two beautiful girls to squeeze your shoulders, beat your legs, press your feet and rub your back... Living is open and comfortable, but you can't escape the chores on the ship with every move. Eyes, are you willing?"

A touch of surprise climbed on his cheeks, Zhao Ziheng was satisfied, and nodded quickly—you are still brothers!

Zhao Wugui's hand about to turn over the book paused, and the conversation between the two people was lost expressionlessly. He watched Zhao Ziheng be kidnapped by Bai Shiqi, and cursed inwardly: idiot!

Bai Shiqi had a face-to-face meeting without knowing it. She was stamped with a "slick and frivolous" stamp on Zhao Wujiu, and warmly invited: "I have not seen Ziheng for a long time, and it was the first time I met my cousin. So why don’t we put some food and wine in my room so that everyone can have a drink?"

Zhao Wujiu's whole body discomfort came up again. Since he was seriously injured, his actions are limited, and the things he can do are even more limited. Apart from reading or reading, he is not good at piano and chess, and he has no other hobbies to dispatch. Time, I hate it when I see other people's health but wasting time.

"No time, don't go."

Zhao Ziheng breathed a sigh of relief. In fact, he was more afraid that everyone was drinking well than having a table with his cousin. He suddenly said a lesson, how horrible it would be to imagine.

"Then we won't disturb the cousin to recuperate." Bai Shiqi is a face-saving effort, but the expression of her invitation is more sincere, which can easily be misunderstood as a sincere invitation.

She dragged Zhao Ziheng out of the cabin, lowered her voice and laughed: "I can tell that my cousin is a workaholic. Did he bury his head in the file all the year round, regard the official office as his home, treat his house as a hotel, and marry a wife? Decoration, give birth to a child as a gift?"

Tsk tsk tsk, inviting him to drink is like tarnishing his reputation, with a face of condemnation.

Shu Changfeng was waiting at the door, silently mourning for the two people. They probably didn't know the degree of sound insulation with the cabin board. This sound had already been heard by the master. But at the same time, he felt that the young master Bai... seemed to make some sense.

Zhao Ziheng: "The cousin is not married yet."

Bai Shiqi: "It turns out that no girls in Kyoto are blind. It would be so boring to marry him."

Zhao Ziheng fights injustice for his cousin: "The cousin is a current hero. It is fun to marry you. Every day in the back house, I scratch my face with a group of women, fighting for the wind and jealous!" Hundred steps.

Across the wooden board of the cabin, Zhao Wujiu slowly turned the finger of his hand, and couldn't help asking himself: So in the eyes of others, I am so boring?

The two entered the next room, only to realize that Bai Shiqi, who had lowered her voice, finally did not have to pinch her throat to speak. Her voice penetrated the bulkhead and fell straight into Zhao Wujiu’s ears: "The hero is an outsider’s view. What to do with your wife and children? If marrying a hero will end up waiting for men with your neck up every day, you might as well marry a bear who walks around your wife and children, at least you won’t get cervical spondylosis!"

Admiration is also a kind of physical work.

Zhao Ziheng was successfully persuaded by his good brother: "So if I talk to my wife, I am better than my cousin."

Bai Shiqipai opened the mud seal and filled their respective bowls with wine: "I don't know how much the cousin has, but you..." She prolonged the tone and teased him: "I dare not say anything else, please. Women are the best at it!"

Zhao Wuheng drank the bowl of wine in one gulp, threw down the bowl to beat her: "Let you talk nonsense! Is it that I have nothing to do with the favor of women?"

Bai Shiqi carried the wine bowl while begging for mercy while hiding: "Let’s brother, don’t you want to tell the truth?" The kitchen handyman brought up the wine and food, she still remembered to give the order: "Give it to the son next door, too. Go with a drink." Some people are suitable for a laugh and a drink, and some are naturally cold and may only like to drink alone.

Shu Changfeng asked for instructions outside the door: "Master, Master Bai has brought some wine and vegetables to you, the master can use some."

Zhao Wujiu has been fighting for many years. He uses the military camp as his home. In order to prevent drinking and delaying the military plane, he has long developed the habit of not drinking, but I don’t know if the two boys in the next room made a scene of drama. His room was extremely deserted, and he unexpectedly replied: "Okay."

Shu Changfeng was secretly surprised, swiftly took the wine and food, and put it on the table for him. The shipping by the boat was smooth, and the various side dishes on the table were all rare, delicious, delicious, and delicious. He finished pouring the wine for the host, but he did not expect the other party to signal: "Sit down and drink two glasses."

Zhao Ziheng and Bai Shiqi in the next room have already talked about "...Before I came to Suzhou, the new Jiang Xiaoxian with apricot eyes and peach cheeks, plump **** and fat buttocks, is not only beautiful, but also a must for playing pipa. Waiting to take you back to listen to her Playing the pipa, even the dim sum on her painting boat is different from other families."

Zhao Ziheng patted her on the shoulder: "Brother! Come and make a toast..." Gossiping: "Have you ever touched it?"

Bai Shiqi's head was overwhelmed with wine, and he blew, "That's really like fat, put your arms in your arms and touch two, the bones are going to be crisp..."

Zhao Wujiu's hand holding the glass tightly: asshole!

"Papa" twice filled Bai Shiqi's mind with two stamps of "light and wild, boozy, drunkard".

"Zi Heng deals with these dudes on weekdays?"

Shu Changfeng followed Zhao Wujiu on the battlefield at the age of sixteen, and he was already twenty-seven years old when he returned to the imperial capital. His understanding of the Zhao family’s children was limited to hearsay, and he could only exonerate Zhao Ziheng tactfully: "Shisan Lang ...I don't like reading and martial arts."

——How could I be called to accompany Zhao Wugui?

It's not because he is proficient in eating, drinking and having fun, and his temperament is not restrained, but since Zhao Wujiu injured his leg, the people who could not talk about it have almost turned into a clay-plastic wooden tire in the temple, only to find a table to meditate cross-legged to isolate the world. Up.

"Oh." Zhao Wujiu didn't even raise his eyebrows. He had already habitually formulated a "cousin training manual" in his mind, and he began to think about putting Zhao Ziheng on the right path along the way.

Long-distance voyages are boring, and Zhao Wujiu still has a box of military books to relieve his boredom, but Zhao Ziheng and Bai Shiqi have to spend a lot of time drinking, and they are actually drunk.

After Zhao Ziheng was drunk, he was clamoring to sleep with Bai Shiqi, and was carried back to his room by the steward who was waiting outside the cabin.

Bai Shiqian locked the door and threw himself on the bed. Soon the top-floor cabin calmed down. Zhao Wujiu was pierced by the sound of the two men for most of the day. He opened the window for ventilation. Lun Mingyue gradually fell asleep.

He dreamed that he was riding a horse into the enemy's formation, his face was sprayed with hot blood, the horse screamed, the front hoof fell, the sound of the wind hit his back, he could not help but fell forward, and then he woke up outside. The sky is still dark.

"When is it?"

"Master, Yin Shi is almost over."

Zhao Wujiu instructed: "Go and grab Zi Heng for a horse-stretch." After a moment, the corners of his lips raised, and he thought of a good idea: "Isn't the young master Bai next door his good brother? You can also entertain him. Don't let down their enthusiasm."

Zhao Ziheng was broken into the door, and when he was pulled out of the bed, he was not completely awake, and he shouted: "Seventeen, you liar, what about the beautiful girl who pinched his shoulders and legs?" He was drunk but still worried. What about this.

Shu Changfeng patted his face: "Shisan Lang, the master wants you to get up early to exercise."

He was dragged onto the deck by Shu Changfeng's clothes and found that the sky was still dark, but his good brother Bai Shiqiye sat on the deck with a face looking dead and wailed: "Ziheng, is your cousin a devil? !"

Behind Bai Shiqi stood two tower-like guards, who belonged to Zhao Wujiu.

The author has something to say: The update time of the two books needs to be adjusted. This is tentatively scheduled to be updated during the day and updated at night.

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