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Song Qianshu's biggest mistake was to compete with Cheng Qing in alcohol consumption. Of course, he didn't know that Cheng Qing was a freak that wouldn't get drunk. Song Qianshu was not aware of this fact, and so was Song Xuejun. Seeing that the former had already fallen, the latter made up his mind to fight Cheng Qing to the bitter end.1

In the end, the result was naturally these two siblings falling under the table.

When Chen Qingbai stood up in boredom and looked around, he was somewhat at a loss. He picked up the last cup of wine and downed it in one gulp. Then, with a flick of his sleeve, he left the restaurant with his hands behind his back.

As for the drunk Song Qianshu and Song Xuejun, there was no need for Cheng Qing to worry. Their guards were right beside them, enough to bring them back to their residences. However, Cheng Qing still asked for the address of Song Qianshu, a guard of the Song Feudal Lords, and went to greet him the next day.

No matter what one said, Cheng Qing clearly felt the kindness Song Qianshu showed Cheng Qing. Humans were floating in the world, filled with conflicts of interest. No one owed anyone anything. To be able to meet someone who was not related by blood and had good will towards you, this was something that was very worthy of cherishing.

As a person who had experienced two lifetimes, Cheng Qing knew that kindness was precious. Moreover, he found Song Qianshu rather pleasing to the eye. This little fatty, who loved to chew radishes, was a man of his character.

When Cheng Qing arrived at Song Qianshu's house, he saw that the other party was reading from a book in the pavilion.

Under the unified command of the imperial government, there were cultivators who stepped in to help with the construction of Zhen Yuan City. This fortress that could accommodate 300,000 people had all sorts of facilities. Other than military defenses, it was no different from the Spirit Martial City.

The eastern city was where the large and small aristocratic families gathered. The western city was where the free strong, bounty hunters, and other ordinary people gathered. There were all sorts of people, and in the southern city, there were all sorts of shops and shops, as well as places for people to amuse themselves.

Cheng Qing took the initiative to pay a visit, which was out of Song Qianshu's expectations. After he received the report, he welcomed Chen Qing out of the house with a smile and led him to his residence, where they sat down in the pavilion.

"Brother Chen is really good at drinking. Yesterday, my sister and I teamed up, yet we were unable to get even the slightest bit of advantage from your hands. I am truly impressed." When Song Qianshu said these words, he did not look embarrassed at all. He appeared very free and at ease. It seemed that he did not feel any shame from his experience of being drunk and vomiting yesterday.

Chen Qing joked, "Brother Song's wines are all excellent, each pot is worth thousands of gold, so of course I have to drink more. How could I be willing to get drunk so easily?" What he said was half true and half false. Wine was definitely a rare good wine, but to say that it was worth thousands of gold taels, it was not worth it.

Song Qianshu laughed out loud as if he was very happy. He suddenly leaned forward and winked at Cheng Qing while speaking mysteriously: "Brother Chen, I got drunk earlier yesterday. I wonder how your battle with my sister went? She didn't go crazy from the alcohol, what kind of joke is that? "

Cheng Qing recalled the scene of Song Xuejun getting drunk and couldn't help laughing. He said, "Brother Song, don't worry, everything is fine with your little sister."

He lowered his voice and said, "I don't know about others, but this little sister of mine is not a good person. Even though she is petite and looks harmless, once she has a fiery temper, she is like a tigress!" Every time she gets drunk, she would drag others to compete with her. She had to beat them to the ground to be willing to let go. I have to suffer a lot from her … "

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