Balian lowered his head and stared blankly at the empty white jade wine glass, seemingly puzzled.
Su Guanhai also opened his mouth with a shocked expression.
Countless men from all walks of life in the audience who had admired Su Jingxian for a long time looked at this scene and couldn't help but feel sad.
In their hearts, Su Jing, a woman as transparent as white jade and unconventional, was not touched by wealth, sex or alcohol.
If we were sitting at the same table with that young man, it was because of the vine of the siren.
So what's the point of blocking the wine for him now?
Chang Minghou and Taoist Du were stunned for a long time while holding the wine glasses. When they saw Su Jing's cold and slanted eyes, they smiled bitterly and raised their glasses, drinking down the three clear wines in the glasses.
This Sansake is a famous local wine in Xianling City. It is brewed from thousands of years of frost and snow on the Kunlun Mountains. Only thirty jars of it can be brewed in a hundred years. It can be said that cups are precious and the sake is intoxicating.
If it weren't for the night banquet, Chang Minghou, who was in charge of the banquet in the city hall, would never have been generous enough to fill the whole table in one night.
The staying power of these three sakes is difficult even for practitioners to resist.
Chang Ming Hou Xu has been with wine all year round. After a glass of wine, his complexion did not change, but the Taoist priest felt a little smokey.
Chang Minghou shook his head and turned around with a smile on his face, took a pot of wine, filled another cup, and said with a smile: "I only think of Master Su as a figure who is like an immortal. He is always with the green mountains, and the wind and snow are his friends. I didn’t know that you have such a good relationship with City Lord Si?”
Su Jing said two words concisely and clearly: "Not familiar."
After hearing this, the young masters from various immortal sects couldn't help but feel relieved. They knew that with Su Jing's temperament, if she didn't know her well, it could only be because she wasn't familiar with him.
Chang Ming Hou raised his eyebrows lightly and said: "The glass of wine I just served was for City Master Si. If the Young Sect Master is really not familiar with me, why did he hold back the wine for the City Master? Isn't this inappropriate?"
Su Jing raised his eyebrows coldly and said, "He said he is not good at drinking."
The smile in Chang Minghou's eyes deepened.
Seeing that there was a knife hidden in his smile, Balian frowned secretly, looked sideways at the woman beside him, and whispered: "Miss Su Jing, don't worry, it's okay."
Su Jing also looked sideways, stared at Balian, and said, "Do you think I'm worried about you?"
Balian didn't know how to answer this question, so he heard her continue: "You said you are not good at drinking. If he offers you a drink, people will continue to come. If you die drunk here, do you want me to carry you away? I’d better drag you away.”
Only people like Su Jing can make the words "I'll hold you away" so cold to the bone that there is no charm in them.
Only then did Balian feel the embarrassment caused by the Siren's Vine, but when he thought about it, he felt that Su Jing was overthinking it. Since he was a corpse demon, he would naturally not be drunk by wine. Feel uncomfortable for a while.
But in front of the Yunyun Immortal Sect, Balian would never reveal his identity.
Chang Minghou laughed, raised his glass again and said, "What are you talking about, Young Master Su? City Master Si is the person chosen by the empress. Even if he is not good at wine, what's the harm in drinking a full glass?"
The ferryman also catered and said: "Yes, since it is the succession banquet of the new city lord, I have to give him a favor."
The two of them were extremely persistent about the toast, and drank directly without giving him a chance to refute.
Balian had no choice but to get himself a glass of Sanqing wine and drank it.
The sake entered his throat, the strong fragrance hit his tongue, and the rich aroma of the wine burned his throat. The sudden taste impact left Balian without any reaction.
After a glass of wine rolled into his stomach, he realized that he could actually taste the taste of these three sakes.
Balian frowned and looked at the remaining wine in the empty glass, thinking that the wine brewed from the Kunlun Snow seemed unusual.
From the corner of his eye, he could see that Qingxuan, the female official, was holding a pot of Sanqing wine in her hand, shaking it gently. She didn't know whether she was praising the wine intentionally or unintentionally trying to clear up someone's doubts.
"Kunlun Snow, Sanqing Wine, is the wine of the Six Paths. All things in the world have animism. Anyone with a heart can taste this wine until it tastes pure and pleasant. Drink this wine and it will enter your belly, bones and heart. The city lord tastes this. Alcohol is not a bad thing."
No wonder.
Balian pursed his lips calmly, and could feel the smell of alcohol lingering in his bones after just one glass.
If Xindao was really drunk in a place like this, he would have ended up with Su Jing dragging the vine and the vine dragging him all the way out of the palace.
He silently put down his wine glass. The Siren's vine had not been broken. He would inevitably be alone with Su Jing tonight. It would be bad to get drunk.
Seeing him drink a glass of wine, Chang Minghou and the Taoist priest did not intend to continue to embarrass him, and returned to the seats at the banquet with the wine glasses in hand.
But tonight, as Bailian was the host and the chief, the monks in the palace did not dare to invite the female officer Qingxuan to toast, but their desire to chat with Bailian never faded for a moment.
As a result, groups of people on the table stood up one after another, holding up their wine cups: "Fengbo City Wang Huan, I would like to propose a drink to the new city lord. I hope the city lord can give me some thin noodles."
Chang Ming was waiting for the Taoist priest to toast him, and he drank it. If others didn't drink, they would inevitably end up with a reputation of avoiding cold and inflammation.
Balian had a clear mind and naturally knew what the two people were planning. He smiled and shook his head and said bluntly: "I have very little face. If you give me more, I will lose it."
The meaning is obvious, I won’t drink, what can you do to me?
The man's face turned dark. He didn't expect that the new lord of Xianling City was actually a rebellious person. He was about to get angry. Su Jing next to Bai Lian raised his glass again, drank the wine, and glanced at the man with a rather cold look. people.
Wang Huan's face froze. How dare he seek death to get angry at this person? He smiled and said: "Being able to drink with Young Sect Master Su is actually a great blessing in Wang Huan's life. Since the Young Sect Master is willing to hold the wine for City Lord Si, then Wang Huan If you are brave, let’s toast again.”
Su Jing was silent, holding the pot and filling the cup, and wanted to drink more, but Balian suddenly grabbed her wrist and asked in a deep voice: "You don't need to do this?"
He is an ordinary person, whether he is hiding from the cold or suffering from the heat, or he is arrogant, why should he care about what these people think of him.
If he wants to drink, he can drink. If he doesn't want to drink, who can force him to drink?
Su Jing glanced sideways and said softly: "It's too noisy, my ears hurt. Just ask them to shut up and be quiet."
When had she ever cared about what other people thought? It was just that these people were biting around her one by one as if they were staring at the blood, buzzing endlessly, which was really annoying.
Balian was quite speechless, thinking to himself that among the men in the audience, they didn't know who told whom to shut up and be quiet.
Su Jing broke away from Balian's hand and said unhappily: "Your eyes are very rude."
At first, Balian didn't know what she meant by her 'rude' words, until he saw Wang Huan, who claimed to be from Fengbo City, rolled under the table, turned to mud from drunkenness, and could no longer get up.
On the other hand, the girl Su Jing beside him was sitting steadily, her back as straight as an orchid branch, her body not swaying at all, her eyes still calm and clear, without any hint of fuss.
Only now did Balian know what she meant?
Feelings are unhappy. He underestimated her drinking capacity.
This girl, who is usually indifferent and calm, has such a strong drinking capacity.
The wine seller, Chang Minghou, drank three clear wines and her face turned slightly red, but she didn't change at all.
It was not only Bailian who was surprised, but also the people at the table.
So, people raised their glasses one by one and gathered around, catching up with the excitement and thinking.
After all, it is extremely difficult to say a word to this ice-cold and inaccessible Miss Su on weekdays. Now, it is a rare occasion to be able to have a meal and drink together.
How could those young masters with different ideas let go of this God-given opportunity?
Everyone held the pot in one hand and the cup in the other in tacit understanding, and started the wheel tactics tacitly.
"City Master Si is a young and talented man. I would also like to invite you a glass of sake to show your respect."
Su Jing poured the wine steadily, held the cup, and drank without saying any nonsense.
"I also propose a toast to the city lord, and hope that the city lord will reward you."
Su Jing drank again.
"Young Sect Leader Su has a good capacity for drinking. Please fill up the wine and have another drink."
This time, Su Jing put down the wine glass, looked coldly, and stopped raising the glass.
The man was startled, thinking that he had already drank several rounds, so why did he just choose to ignore it now?
As soon as his mind changed, he seemed to understand something. He quickly changed his words and tentatively held the wine and said softly: "City Lord Si, please?"
Another glass of wine appeared on the table, and Su Jing began to continue drinking.
Balian watched as the empty wine jars under her feet were piled deeper and deeper, and more and more dead dogs were lying on the table under the stage.
As she silently raised the pot to pour the wine, the sound of plopping could be heard, and as expected, it gradually became quiet.
Yin Dufeng was stunned and murmured: "This is the three-clear wine that makes me drunk. I can't even drink three pots. When did this girl develop such a good drinking capacity? It's scary..."
When Su Guanhai saw this, the sake in his mouth inevitably became a little bitter. He said with a complex expression: "A Jing never drank alcohol before he was sixteen years old."
Yin Dufeng's expression suddenly condensed and he was speechless.
Finally, there were very few people who could still sit smoothly between the tables.
Sword Master Yu glanced deeply at the woman in white who was holding the cup elegantly. He threw away the wine glass in his hand, stood up and said, "The smell of alcohol here is too strong. I'll go out and enjoy some fresh air."
Su Guanhai and Yin Dufeng looked at each other and went to enjoy the scenery together.
Su Jing has always been a person who sticks to her word. When she asked for some peace and quiet, she really used the most direct and domineering way to win over everyone.
A true heroine.
In the palace, those who chatter and make trouble are basically under the table.
Bailian was filled with admiration. He looked at the shocking pile of wine jars under Su Jing's feet and thought that almost half of the good wine that had been aged for thousands of years must be here.
The glass lamp shined on Su Jing's cheek, which was cold white. Her white jade-like fingertips held the wine glass steadily, her eyes were elegant, quiet and indifferent, without any fluctuations in her eyes, she looked at the whole scene calmly.
Her expression was the same, as if the wine in the empty jars under her feet had not fallen into her stomach alone.
"Are you... okay?" Balian couldn't help but wave his hand in front of her.
Su Jing withdrew her gaze from the palace. There seemed to be a thick dark color hidden in her calm eyes. Looking at the swaying palm in front of her, she couldn't help but stare carefully, as if she couldn't see the lines on his palm clearly.
She quietly frowned her slender eyebrows, rubbed her eyebrows, and said softly: "What do you mean?"
Seeing her like this, Balian couldn't help but worry: "You smell very drunk."
Su Jing half leaned between the seats and looked up at the softly glowing glass lamp above her head: "The night banquet is over."
Balian: "Well, it's over."
The halo of light grew brighter and brighter in front of her eyes, and the surrounding scenery began to blur and fade. Only the clear light occupied her entire sight.
"Then let's go."
Su Jing stood up and walked steadily towards the outside of the hall.
Balian quickly added a glass of water, gargled the unpleasant smell of alcohol in his mouth, and was about to step up to follow, when he heard a plop, and the slender white figure in front of him fell to the ground and was unable to get up.
He jumped and rushed up to help her up.
At this time, Su Jing's snow-white jade face slowly became tinged with a faint rosy color, and her eyes were misty and deep, and she could not see any clarity at all.
Balian was speechless for a moment, wondering who was that girl who was so arrogant and undefeated in a single battle?
He tentatively placed his palm on her forehead, feeling slightly hot and slightly dizzy with sweat.
Qingxuan tasted the wine slowly, and did not forget to give a compliment, saying: "Miss Su's drinking capacity is indeed the second best I have ever seen in my life, but these three clear wines need to be savored carefully, and these twenty bottles have gone into my belly. Not to mention mortals, even if the Golden Immortal is here, he will still be doomed."
There was no need for Qingxuan to say anything, Bailian already knew how powerful this wine was.
At this moment, he personally felt that the glass of wine he had just consumed was burning with heat in his belly, making him feel faintly uncomfortable. The smell of alcohol was rising, and his limbs were gradually becoming heavier and weaker.
No matter how good Su Jing was at drinking, he couldn't stand up to such pretentiousness.
But she couldn't just throw her here with the bunch of dead dogs in the hall like this. After all, she was blocking the wine for him today.
Bailian asked how the night couldn't be quiet for a while.
He lifted Su Jing's body and carried her behind him. The fragrance of wine lingered around the woman's body and came up from behind. The soft hair flowing down from his shoulders seemed to be filled with a strong alcoholic smell.
Looking sideways, you can see her half-closed eyes, and her light breath smelling of wine is faintly exuding from her pale thin lips.
The burning feeling in Balian's belly became inexplicably stronger, and there was a slight sharp sting in his lips. It was the first time that the hidden corpse demon's fangs were uncontrolled when he was not thirsty for blood.
Balian couldn't help but speed up his pace a little, thinking that this wine was really powerful.
On a cold night in early spring, the melting and cold moonlight shines on the rain.
When he returned to the palace, Bailian's steps became increasingly heavy and unsteady.
His cheeks were burning, and he took three steps at a time to come outside the soft tent. Perhaps his bones were a little weak from the drunkenness. Balian's movements were not gentle or heavy, and he threw Su Jing on the couch with his backhand. superior.
Xu Shi's forehead hit the head of the bed, and he was hit by the pain unexpectedly. Su Jing, dressed in white clothes and slightly messy, curled up in the corner of the bed, her brows furrowed in pain, and she couldn't help but hum.
Balian saw that her fair forehead quickly turned green and red, and she looked a little pitiful.
Originally, he just wanted to throw her on the bed and sleep for a few days to relieve the alcohol smell. Seeing the situation, he felt really sorry and said he was sorry. He knelt down on the couch with his legs bent and rubbed his body for her. Forehead: "Does it hurt?"
She breathed a very soft "hmm".
Balian wondered why she was holding her belly and looking uncomfortable when her head hurt.
Then I thought about it, tonight is the cold time of spring. After drinking so much cold wine at night, can my stomach not feel uncomfortable?
