Zhu Xi felt uncomfortable, and the strong stimulation made him want to spit out the wine. But among the brothers, if he spit it out, wouldn't he lose a lot of face? Besides, now he knew that this was indeed good wine, and he couldn't bear to spit it out.
Zhu Xi blushed and had a thick neck for a long time, and finally swallowed the drink forcefully. "Good wine!!! Hahaha, it is indeed a good wine."
Han Du glanced at Zhu Xi strangely. Does everyone who choked on wine have to add this sentence? Is it to show off their drinking capacity and strength?
Sapphire is like this, and Zhu Xi is like this too.
Zhu Biao saw that Zhu Xiang had a tough mouth, so he deliberately made him angry. He raised his head and gestured towards the wine jar in front of Zhu Xiang and said, "You can drink what you said!!!"
Seeing this, the other kings immediately lowered their heads one by one, suppressing a smile.
Just when Zhu Ming was feeling guilty, he was even more embarrassed and annoyed when Zhu Biao said this again. Seeing that Han Du was also smiling, he suddenly felt dissatisfied.
Zhu Biao and others laughed at him. After all, they were brothers and there was nothing he could do. But what is Handu? He's just a minister. If Zhu Biao hadn't asked him to come today, he wouldn't even be qualified to see him, and how dare he laugh at him?
"How dare you laugh at me?"
Han Du was stunned when he heard this. He just smiled. Was he laughing?
But obviously, Zhu Xi would not listen to Han Du's explanation.
Fortunately, Zhu Biao stopped him in time and said with a smile: "Okay, second brother, you can drink such wine, thanks to Han Du. If he hadn't improved the brewing method, none of us would be so lucky. "
It turns out that this person made this wine? Several people looked at Han Du one after another, becoming more curious about Han Du.
When Zhu Xi heard that the wine was brewed by Han Du, the anger on his face disappeared instantly. For people who love wine, as long as there is good wine to drink, everything else can be put aside. "Haha, we were just joking with Han Du. Brother, look at it, you actually take it seriously."
After that, he poured himself a glass of wine. This time Zhu Xi also learned the lesson and no longer insisted on saying that he would feel better after drinking. Ignoring the strange looks from others, Zhu Ping took the wine glass and walked directly to Han Du and sat down. "Come, let us, a good wine drinker, give you a drink, a wine maker."
"This..." Han Du was stunned by Zhu Xi's actions. After coming back to his senses, he quickly picked up the wine glass and said in reply: "I am scared and don't dare to take the responsibility. I don't dare to take the responsibility. I should respect His Highness."
Zhu Xi didn't take it seriously and had a drink with Han Du. After drinking, he did not return to Zhu Biao's lower position, but sat next to Han Du.
As one glass after another of strong drinks was consumed, the excitement of the Jie Feng Banquet continued to increase. While drinking and drinking, everyone was in a daze.
Zhu Ping suddenly put a hand on Han Du's shoulder. At this time, he was already in a drunken state. He held the wine glass with his thumb and index finger, and extended his middle finger. He gestured and said to Han Du: "You are a talented person who can make such good wine. I like it very much, but you..." stretched out his hand to pull Han Du. stretched out his arm and continued: "I don't like your frail look."
After hearing this, Han Du felt dumbfounded. In Zhu Xi's eyes, whoever can make wine is talented. I wonder if all the subordinates in his palace are masters of brewing. Han Du couldn't help but make malicious speculations.
"What does the prince like?" Han Du asked in agreement.
Zhu Ming pushed Han Du away, stood up, stretched out his hand and gestured towards Han Du, and said vaguely: "I like warriors who can fire strong bows and crossbows, not people like you who have no bound hands." A scholar with the power of a chicken.”
Han Du listened with some contempt in his eyes. To put it bluntly, he just likes violence. He thought that Zhu Xiang had some kind of pursuit, but it turned out to be nothing more than that.
The drunken heart understands.
Although Zhu Xi was drunk, he could clearly see the contempt in Han Du's eyes just now.
He grabbed Han Du's shirt, looked at Han Du with wide eyes, and asked in a deep voice: "What? You don't think so?"
Han Du chuckled lightly, pressed Zhu Xi's palm gently, and said: "If your highness likes the aesthetics of violence, you should read more books. In Wei Chen's view, wisdom is better than strength after all! "
"Reading? Hahaha..." Zhu Ming laughed very loudly, attracting everyone's attention in an instant.
Seeing Zhu Biao looking at him, Zhu Xi pointed at Han Du who was laughing out of breath and said: "Study, Han Du actually advised us to study. Brother, do you think it's ridiculous?"
Zhu Feng smiled and slapped the table.
After hearing this, Zhu Biao smiled helplessly and said, "It's always good to study more. Second brother, you..." When Zhu Biao said this, he couldn't continue. I remember that in the beginning, in order to let Zhu Ping study more, my father had to deal with him a lot. But even in this way, Zhu Ping could not be corrected. What can he do? What can Han Du do?
Sure enough, Zhu Fang couldn't listen to Zhu Biao's words at all, so he waved his hand and ignored Zhu Biao. Looking at Han Du, he asked with a smile: "Do you want us to read the books of sages? Do you want us to imitate the weak scholars who sit on their chairs and shake their heads? Hahaha..." Zhu Feng was indeed a sweetheart, and said He also made movements while sitting on a chair.
Han Du shook his head and said softly: "Wei Chen is not willing to read those books. If His Highness really likes the aesthetics of violence, then Wei Chen really recommends that His Highness read books that are reasonable, books that talk about the principles of heaven and earth."
Zhu Fang seemed to be unable to believe his ears. He looked at Han Du blankly and asked, "A scholar like you actually said you don't like reading books about sages?" After speaking, he laughed wildly and patted Han Du on the shoulder, " Interesting, you are really interesting, we kind of like you."
Han Du, a scholar, openly said that he did not like reading books by sages. If this spread, wouldn't it be like deviating from the norm?
But in Han Du's view, he has never catered to the orthodoxy, so why should he be deviant?
He does not mean that.
Although Zhu Biao was a little surprised by Han Du's words, he was not surprised when he thought of the memorials Han Du gave him. None of Han Du's memorials on business management were written by sages.
Several other people looked at Han Du with strange expressions, but due to the occasion, they didn't say much.
As soon as Han Du saw Zhu Xi's look, he knew that he didn't believe it. After all, what he hears is false and what he sees is true. It is not easy to convince him of something he has never seen before with his smooth tongue.
