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　　That night, Qiu Lan did everything her best to cook several good dishes that took a lot of effort.

　　Small celebration is arranged in the inner room, except for Luo Ning who has no time to attend due to in charge of the outer guards that night, regardless of the Xirei group or the Xiao family group, all the confidants who knew that Rong Tian was currently in Tong Ze took part in it, and everyone had a full table.

　　Feng Ming finally put a half-down the hanging heart that was caused by Lie Er, there were so many tricks on his head, with him taking the lead in making trouble, Qiu Yue, Qiu Xing and other surrounding him were all enthusiasts, the table was in full swing, talk cheerfully and wittily.

　　Wonderful delicacies a.s.sailed the nostrils.

　　On this occasion, it was even more unavoidable to have a mellow aged wine, Qiu Yue and Qiu Xing held a silver jug and first forced Rong Hu to drink three gla.s.ses. He didn’t even blink at the three cups of wine, but as soon as he changed his style, he drank the three cups unconstrainedly, in return, he forced Qiu Yue and Qiu Xing two little villains to have a drink.

　　Qiu Lan laughed with covering her mouth aside, she said to Qiu Yue and Qiu Xing, “You see right, if you stir up the fire, you will get burnt.”

　　Unexpectedly, this fire became uncontrollable, and no one was spared.

　　Needless to say, Mian Ya couldn’t escape the clutches of Qiu Yue and Qiu Xing, but he also cleverly begged for mercy, brought out the grand excuses for working early tomorrow morning, he changed shape in a single shake and cooperate with Qiu Yue and Qiu Xing to deal with others.

　　Rong Hu became the focus target of the crowd from the beginning to the end, almost refused no one who came, Qiu Lan was beside him, and so he was happy to drink two or three gla.s.ses.

　　Luo Yun is very strict in self-discipline and is the most impatient with the boring things of drinking and having fun, but by Qiu Yue’s big eyes complainingly looking at him, half annoyed and half hate, bright and beautifully touching, his heart seemed to be spilled with a whole bottle of bone water. Suddenly there was nothing left, not to mention wine, even if it was poison, he drank it like honey. Of course, Feng Ming had to be toasted, as the result he drank more than Rong Hu.

　　He was sitting at ease in a fis.h.i.+ng boat despite wind and storm, very safe, all the drinks offered to him were blocked like a s.h.i.+eld by Rong Tian, the king of Xi Lei, who no one dared to offend, but how can the lively Feng Ming be at peace in such an atmosphere? Seeing everyone drinking too much, he unexpectedly felt itchy and gave him a cup.

　　(t/n: 稳坐钓鱼台 sitting at ease in a fis.h.i.+ng boat despite wind and storm (idiom); to stay calm during tense situation)

　　Although he was not the one who drank the most among the people present, he was definitely the one with the lowest alcohol tolerance among all the people.

　　It goes without saying that it also became the first guy to drunk.

　　Among the confidants of the Xirei group, no one knows about the alcohol tolerance of Xirei’s Duke Ming.

　　Feng Ming who was drunk didn’t know what he was doing, he was so extravagant, laughed and cried heartily, and finally pulled Rong Tian’s collar, just like grabbing the life-saving straw, he shouted, “I’m a belt, I’m a silk tight belt, Rong Tian ​​tomorrow you have to remember to tie me on your waist, and bring me together… must bring me…” As he spoke, he spoke like a child and cried loudly.

　　What kind of demeanor Duke Ming, dignified young master, all had become bulls.h.i.+t.

　　Luo Yun was in a state of intoxication and was completely stupefied by the young master who didn’t know what was that being reserved.

　　Rong Tian was hung by this foolish who was heavy and smell of wine all over his body, didn’t know whether he should laugh or cry, reached out and pulled up half of his slippery body, and smiled with a doting smile, as if to comfort Feng Ming with a sentence or two, but suddenly stopped, didn’t know which word to say.

　　Suddenly, sour and bitter tastes welled up in his chest and all his internal organs burned, and even a restrained person like him could hardly bear it.

　　Only then did he know that the pain of parting was not really so light.

　　Under the soaring great ambition and great goal, which was like water yearning a hole to flow, erode beyond measure.

　　(t/n: like water yearning a hole to flow, erode beyond measure: is metaphor ‘to drill when you have time’)

　　At this point, Rong Tian’s three-point drink was long gone, At this time, Rong Tian told everyone who had long been drunk to finish up and personally hold Feng Ming, who had cried enough and began to yawn, to bathe and change clothes.

　　That night, Rong Tian was unusually well-behaved.

　　Feng Ming was so drunk that he didn’t sleep well, in the dark he often murmured a nightmare, and then he was quiet for a while, then he started to kicked over again and unconsciously putting his head on Rong Tian’s shoulders, as if he were restless in the dream.