Another World Da Ming: I use a hundred lives to become holy

The county magistrates at the end finally realized that this incident had nothing to do with them.

But even if it had nothing to do with them, they were still nervous.

How come that everything was fine in the past, but today I saw these two great gods starting to fight?

"Hahaha, of course I don't dare not give General Zhu face."

Zhao Zheng picked up the wine glass and gave his answer.

However, just when everyone at the scene thought they could relax a little, the wine Zhao Zheng picked up did not pay tribute to Zhu Liang, but was directly put into his mouth.

Are you really giving face to the other party?

Even Qian Si, who was sitting opposite Zhao Zheng, was stunned by Zhao Zheng's move.

If it were him, even if he was on an equal footing with Zhu Liang, he wouldn't dare to do that.

Who doesn’t know what kind of character Zhu Liang is?

How dare you?

"you!"

Zhu Liang thought the same way. He picked up his wine glass and walked up to you, but you actually picked up the wine and drank it yourself!

Isn't this a naked expression of not giving yourself face?

"Master Zhao, are you sure you are giving this general face?"

Zhu Liang's eyes already exuded a dangerous aura, and Qian Fuyin next to Zhao Zheng quickly moved his position silently.

"Didn't I give you just now? I just punished myself with a drink. Isn't that enough to give you face, General Zhu?"

Zhao Zheng put down the empty wine glass in his hand and looked at Zhu Liang standing in front of him playfully.

The distance is up to three feet.

And the Zhu Liang in front of him was already drunk from alcohol.

If you want to take action...

It was inappropriate or not, Zhao Zheng quickly gave up this idea.

If he wanted to kill Zhu Liang, there would definitely be no problem. After all, the alcohol Zhu Liang ingested would at best make him more resistant to beatings, but it would still be no match for his cheating.

But there were so many people on site and a bunch of soldiers on the cabin.

After he cheated, he was still a human again.

Plus there are no weapons in hand...

If he can't destroy these people, then it would be boring.

What's more, in order to deal with these people, he already has a very interesting plan that is already being implemented.

What better way to play than to let these money-loving people watch their homes being ransacked and then wait in line to be beheaded?

"Oh? It turns out that Mr. Zhao, you just punished yourself with a drink."

"Hahaha!"

"That's because I, the general, have gone astray."

"But punishing yourself with a drink is not enough. Mr. Zhao, you should write a poem."

Zhu Liang listened to Zhao Zheng's explanation and thought that Zhao Zheng had softened because he stood in front of him. He was immediately happy and felt that he had regained his face.

He began to press forward step by step, and the atmosphere in the scene suddenly became extremely tense.

What would Zhao Zheng do?

All eyes were turned to Zhao Zheng.

And Zhao Zheng...

Naturally, he stood up and held another glass of wine in his hand.

"Then General Zhu, please get out of the way."

"If you want to write poetry, you must first be able to drink. Colleagues, don't you think so?"

"So I'm sorry, General Zhu. This glass of wine must be served to heaven and earth by Zhao!"

"That's natural!"

Everyone at the scene thought that Zhao Zheng stood up with the wine to toast Zhu Liang, but they did not expect that Zhao Zheng could still do this.

So they all agreed.

It's a pity that their voices just came out, but Zhu Liang glanced at them and made them shut up.

"can!"

"Then Mr. Zhao, please do it quickly! In ancient times, Taibai wrote poems after drinking. Today, it is also an eye-opener for this general."

"But if this general hadn't heard the poem, he might not have been able to sleep tonight."

Overtly and covertly, Zhu Liang was obviously even more dissatisfied, but because Li Qi was looking at him crazily beside him.

He himself clearly still has some sanity.

The most important thing is that since ancient times, literati seem to have said that they write poetry only after drinking.

Poor Zhu Liang only has the impression of Taibai, a great poet, in his mind.

I don’t know what he was thinking, but he felt that the whiteness in his words just now reflected his magnanimity and culture.

So, Zhao Zheng started walking one step at a time.

But until he went straight from the beginning to the end of the party, he still didn't say a word.

Zhu Liang finally couldn't bear it anymore.

"Mr. Zhao, could it be that he can't write poetry and wants to run away?"

Swish!

When the two soldiers guarding the door heard Zhu Liang's words, they skillfully unsheathed their swords.

Too bad they got the wrong guy.

After Zhao Zheng saw the swords in the hands of the two soldiers, his eyes suddenly lit up.

Previously, I was still thinking that I didn't have a weapon in my hand. Now that the weapon is here, what should I do?