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There weren't many customers in the store now, so when they saw them gambling, they all turned to look at them with interest. If two men of this caliber were to drink so much, they might even turn into a pile of mud. That would truly be interesting.

There were all kinds of bets in the capital, but it wasn't very common for people to take a drink from a wine jar. When Xia Fan saw that the other guards at his table did not try to dissuade him, he hesitated for a moment and then did not make a move.

Lu Sobbing was originally slightly drunk, but now she was gulping down almost half of the entire jar of wine. She was still forcing herself to mutter, "So what if I do? Do you think I'm afraid of you?" He randomly grabbed another jar and said, "Drink!" He held the wine jar with both hands and raised his head to drink the wine. The wine spilled onto his face, and his white cheeks were suffused with a captivating red color. He was obviously drunk.

"I say, what are you staring at the young prince's hands for, Boss Xia?" Chen Huayi drank a mouthful of white water, picked up a pair of chopsticks, and teased casually.

"How do you know I'm looking at his hands?"

"I'm not blind." Chen Huayi pursed his lips, "Seeing how tired you are, I can tell you that the young prince has a habit of using his left hand." You do not need to suspect that he is faking it, his right hand is useless. "

"How can you be so sure?"

"I'm just a little curious about why the young prince, as the son of the crown prince, didn't use his hand when it was being pulled over, that's all."

Chen Huayi shrugged his shoulders and did not ask any further questions. He swept his gaze across the table and added another piece of fish.

Separated by two tables, Zhao Qingyan had placed the empty fourth jar on the table. His eyes were still clear and bright.

"After three jars, Lu Sobbing was already half-reclining on the table, and almost all the wine was fed to the table." Again! Still not down! Another pot! " The waiter also brought another jar along with the atmosphere.

Zhao Qingyan took it and smiled as if she was on the verge of tears. "I will finish drinking this pot. "If you don't say anything, then take it as your consent." His words were surprisingly clear, as if he wasn't drunk at all.

Weeping Lu naturally didn't respond.

Seeing that he really wanted to drink more, Xia Fan couldn't help but stand up and walk over, "Young Prince, he's already laid down after drinking. You don't need to drink anymore." His voice wasn't loud, but everyone around him heard it. Their expressions all changed, and they didn't dare to heckle again.

The entire Bianliang City knew that the young master of the messenger king was called Young Master when he went out, and only the only son of the Qi king was called Young Prince. Was teasing the young prince fun? He had already drunk four jars. If he continued to drink, then what happened?

Zhao Qingyan turned around and glanced at him. After a while, he asked, "Xia Fan?"

Xia Cheng didn't expect him to recognize him, he was stunned for a moment before nodding his head, "Yes, I am."

Zhao Qingyan frowned and thought for a while. Then he said, "I haven't noticed Boss Xia yet. "Ah, he fell." Lu Sobbing fell to the ground and thought about it for a while. "I think I won." He slowly sat down on the table and fell asleep.

"Young Marquis? Young Marquis? " Xia Fan called out to him a few times, but didn't respond. After hesitating for a moment, he reached out his hand to push him back.

The guard at the side said, "Sir, the young prince seems to be asleep. Don't call him."

After hearing that, Xia Fan looked at Zhao Qingyan carefully, "Hmm, I think I fell asleep. What do we do now? Send them back? "

Several guards looked at each other: "It doesn't seem appropriate."

"We can't just leave them here," Xia Fan said.

The guard on the left asked, "Why don't we split two of them to go to the prince's residence and the marquis' residence to inform them that someone is coming to pick them up?"

The guard on the right said, "This method is good. Let's first move the young prince and Marquis Lu into a room so that they can sleep for a while and sober up.

Xia Fan nodded. "Let's do it like this. Go with two people. Hurry up, let's carry them upstairs." He extended his arms in an attempt to pick up Zhao Qingyan. His arms sank and he almost threw Zhao Qingyan onto the ground.

It took a bit of strength from Xia Fan's arm to lift Zhao Qingyan up. In one breath, he carried him to the room upstairs and laid him on the bed. After taking a few deep breaths, he said, "It's so heavy."

"Difficult?" Everyone looked at each other, clearly not believing him. Xia Fan was an expert, and his strength was at least a few hundred pounds. Zhao Qingyan had a slim figure and was wearing a lot of clothes. However, she didn't look like she was carrying many things, so why was she so heavy? Naturally, they did not have the courage to lift the young prince up to see how heavy he was. They could only cast their gaze towards Xia Fan.

Chen Huayi easily carried Lu Qing, who was taller than him by half a head, onto the chair and teased, "That's right. How much taller is the young prince compared to Boss Xia?"

Xia Fan had already recovered his breath, not caring about Chen Huayi's joke. "He might have some kind of armor on him, which is especially heavy."

A young guard laughed and asked, "How heavy is it?"

"Two and a half."

Everyone was stunned. The young guard was about sixteen to seventeen years old and looked somewhat frail. The weight of his appearance was definitely lighter than that of Zhao Qingyan, a noble disciple who lived like a prince. However, it was still lighter by a small margin. Two and a half … They stole glances at Zhao Qingyan and did not ask any further questions.

Xia Fan knew that they didn't believe him, so he didn't say much. "No one will be coming in a while. Take a seat first." There were a lot of places to sit in the room, so he found a place to sit down first.

The waiting time was much shorter than he had imagined.

The person who came was about the same age as Zhao Qingyan. He wore a clean white robe and had a white jade hairpin stuck in his hair. He was a rarely seen handsome man.

The man took a look at the drunk Zhao Qingyan and Lu Sobbing, and nodded slightly towards Xia Zhilan. "Sorry for the trouble, master Xia. My young master has brought you trouble."

"You are?"

The man said briefly, "I am Ran Hao." He did not introduce himself, and his name was enough to match his identity. The only personal guard of the young prince, and also his most proud subordinate. Based on the fact that his attire was expensive, it was enough to see how highly the young prince valued him.

Knowing that the person before him was one of the people he was about to investigate, but was unable to do so successfully, he couldn't help but size him up a few more times. Then, he saluted and asked, "Is there anything I can help you with?"

Ran Hao took out a stack of silver notes and handed it over to Xia Fan, "Young master has always been messing around. If it wasn't for you, I would definitely have been taught a lesson by the Crown Princess. I'm sorry to have delayed your rest and caused you so much trouble. Senior Xia, please accept this money, I can give him an explanation when he wakes up. "I am already very troubled. Master, please go and rest. On behalf of the young master and Marquis Lu, I thank you." Although his expression was somewhat cold, he was not arrogant. These words of courtesy were also spoken with sincerity. Meanwhile, the stack of banknotes weighed more than ten taels of silver.

Xia Fan was taken aback. "This is what we should do as subordinates. You are too courteous." He did not extend his hand to receive it. He had been out running for a long time, so he was not used to these sons of officials giving him "hard work". Even though he knew that the young prince Qi on the bed was generous, a hundred taels of silver was nothing to him. However, this was a salary that he had only earned by perspiring profusely over the past year, how could he dare to accept it?

Ran Hao said, "Senior Xia, you should accept it. Otherwise, I won't be able to explain myself when Young Master asks." He placed the silver notes on the table at the side and didn't insist. He only said, "I want to clear the wine for Young Master. If none of you lords have anything else to do, may I take my leave first?"

Xia Fan returned to his senses. "Yes, then we'll take our leave first." He slightly bowed before heading out, but he didn't take any banknotes. The other guards did not dare to drool and quickly followed him.

Ran Hao was not surprised to see him take the banknotes, "Then can you help me pass it over?"

Chen Huayi shrugged and said, "That's fine. If he doesn't want it, it'll all belong to me."

Ran Hao nodded: "Of course."

"I won't disturb you any longer. Let's go." Walking out, he didn't forget to close the door behind him.

Zhao Qingyan gave a muffled groan, sitting up with all her strength, and looked at Ran Hao: "How did you get here? Riding a horse or a carriage? "

Ran Hao took out two porcelain bottles and handed them over to Zhao Qingyan: "Carriage."

Zhao Qingyan received the bottle and took a sip from the cork. "Get up and stop holding this bottle."

"I told you to come out and have a drink, but when I met you, I wanted to act with you. After drinking so much, and being carried around like a log, I feel terrible. "

Zhao Qingyan smiled. "You've worked hard."

Weeping Lu waved his hand. "Forget it. I accept my fate." He crawled up from the bed, took the other bottle of medicine from Ran Hao's hands and drank it all in one gulp: "I was worried that you had forgotten to bring the antidote with you."

Lu Sobbing said, "Fortunately, that's how it is. I don't have your alcohol capacity. If I don't get the antidote, I'll definitely die." He found a basin and took a deep breath. Then he bent over and spat out sixty to seventy percent of the wine he had drunk.

Zhao Qingyan, who was using his inner force to push the alcohol out of his mouth, frowned as he heard Lu Sobbing's rude behavior, "Can we take it easy?"

Lu Sobbing straightened up, rinsed her mouth and laughed: "Do you understand that we have to end this quickly? The rise is unbearable. "

Zhao Qingyan seemed to be taking pleasure in his misfortune, "The one who said he wanted to compete is you."

Lu Sobbing patted his head, with a helpless look on his face, "It's not like you don't know. The few times I started drinking, my head was spinning, and I was full of nonsense. How can you take it seriously?"

Zhao Qingyan tidied up his clothes and stood up, "Didn't I promise to treat you to a meal? I'll take it in today, no need to be polite. "

"I'll die for a while, don't worry about me."

Ran Hao turned to Zhao Qingyan and asked. Zhao Qingyan nodded and walked out of the room.