Chapter 7, if you catch up to me, I will let you.

"Please take a seat." After understanding Li Zheng's intentions, Huang Yingxiong gestured for Li Zheng to sit down.

The similarly unreasonable physique, two nearly identical faces, and a flushed face behind them led Fang Tang to confidently conclude that there is an eighty percent chance that the man standing behind Huang Yingxiong is Huang Yingxiong's father

Fang Tang signaled to Huang Yingxiong because he suddenly saw a burly man standing behind Huang Yingxiong

In the Tang Dynasty, civil and military officials have historically been at odds, engaging in verbal disputes during the daily court meetings.

Brother Huang, our drinking game in Youzhou is not... not a game of finger-guessing, but rather the recitation of poetry and couplets

The nearby Huang Yingxiong did not dwell too much on this issue either. When he heard that Li Zheng had come specifically to apologize, the fierce expression on his face softened slightly. At the same time, he exchanged a knowing glance with Fang Tang, as if silently inquiring of him.

"Look, I will not spare you, unfilial son!" The first thing Huang Ziqian did upon arriving from the governor's office was to give his son Huang Yingxiong a hard slap on the head.

I sincerely apologize for any offense caused earlier at the Tongtian Tower, and I hope Brother Huang will be understanding. After finishing his drink, Li Zheng downed his small cup.

"Drink command? Let's go!" As he spoke, Huang Yingxiong began to gesture with his hands, simultaneously murmuring to himself.

Drinking games are a form of entertainment associated with alcohol consumption, and many regions have their own unique drinking games.

Li Zheng asked the waiter at the restaurant for a wine glass. After filling the glass to the brim, Li Zheng raised the glass and said

At this moment, Li Zheng's face was filled with frustration, while Fang Tang covered his mouth to stifle his laughter

Hello, brother! I'll drink you to death!

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Have they had any grievances with you?" After downing the strong liquor in his hand, Huang Yingxiong let out a belch and sighed deeply

It was only when Fang Tang heard Huang Yingxiong mention the Tongtian Tower that he suddenly realized.

"Father, you have come," Huang Yingxiong seemed to be taken aback, and after a moment of realization, he finally responded.

Who says I only cause trouble? A talented person has apologized to me; who among you has ever received such treatment

Come chase me, if you catch me, I will let you... hehehe

Upon hearing that Li Zheng wanted him to compose a poem, Huang Yingxiong immediately refused to comply

Father, I will not dare again

Alas, why are you not rowing?

The sound of desperate pleas for mercy echoed thunderously throughout the restaurant.

Upon hearing the blatant threat, Li Zheng also smiled faintly

"What happened, brother? What is wrong with your eyes?" At this moment, Huang Yingxiong, who had a long reflex arc, finally sensed something was amiss, and he suspiciously turned his head to the side.

Do not look

"Father! What brings you here!" This voice was like thunder, causing Fang Tang to instinctively cover his ears.

... ...

Then how did you handle this matter?" Fang Tang asked curiously of Huang Yingxiong

The drinking game of the hero Huang was learned among the wealthy young elites. One must ask, where would a rich second-generation heir, who goes out seeking pleasure, find the time to compose poetry in such a dry manner?

"Writing poetry? Who is the person with a problem in their head that comes out to drink and play with poetry?" Huang Yingxiong asked in surprise, his big eyes wide open.

The words "all the people of Youzhou" seemed to be bitten out by Li Zheng

Brother Huang's way of drinking is truly dull; how about we play a drinking game instead? Li Zheng calmly moved Huang Yingxiong's hand aside

After finally suppressing the anger in his heart, Li Zheng forced out a smile that was more of a grimace than a genuine expression.

Brother, do you think I am impressive

A faint smile appeared on Huang Yingxiong's face. After downing the drink in his hand, he wiped his mouth with his hand and said loudly

Li Zheng felt a twitch at the corner of his mouth as he looked at Huang Yingxiong's hand, which was dark and had strange substances under the nails, resting on his shoulder, and his expression became somewhat unnatural

Huang Yingxiong is a simple man, and at the same time, he is a generous man. When he saw Li Zhengneng lowering the dignity of a scholar to apologize to him, he felt that he had gained face

So the true master of the Tower of Babel is him

Li Zheng's movement towards Huang Yingxiong caused Huang Yingxiong to feel slightly displeased

It turns out he did not come to apologize to Huang Yingxiong; the apology is a pretense, while making Huang Yingxiong uncomfortable is the true intention

In Youzhou, the custom of drinking games involves reciting poetry, and it is largely similar in Chang'an.

This Huang Yingxiong is indeed an interesting person, Fang Tang thought to himself

Hmph! It can't even be called a festival; it's just that a few pretentious scholars mocked me for lacking culture in the Tongtian Tower a moment ago. At this moment, there was nothing but disdain in Huang Yingxiong's eyes

How else can it be handled? Of course, one can just slap each of them! When Huang Yingxiong spoke of this matter, there was little expression on his face, as if slapping someone was as ordinary as eating or going to the bathroom

"Brother Huang, you jest. I am not here to cause trouble; I have come specifically to apologize." Upon hearing Li Zheng's intentions, Fang Tang felt a hint of strangeness.

"I can't even recognize a single character, I'm just about the same as him. Are you joking when you ask me to compose poetry? Brother." Huang Yingxiong asked Fang Tang beside him, but at that moment, Fang Tang was constantly exchanging glances with Huang Yingxiong.

"Writing poetry? I cannot write poetry." Huang Yingxiong's head kept shaking like a rattle, and then he added another sentence.

When Fang Tang, who was opposite Li Zhengzheng, saw them constantly whispering in Li Zheng's ear, he couldn't help but ask Huang Yingxiong out of curiosity

because I started playing hide and seek with my father inside the restaurant

Huang Yingxiong's father, Huang Ziqian, was a military general. Huang Ziqian had a strong aversion to civil officials who constantly spoke in grandiose terms. Under the influence of his father's deafness and the environment, Huang Yingxiong naturally harbored no fondness for these literati.

The sound of a watermelon shattering seemed to make Fang Tang swallow hard

The Five Great Leaders, Six Six ... ...

It was only at this point that Fang Tang understood the purpose of Li Zheng's visit

Brother Huang, you truly are... indeed a very genuine person. At this moment, Fang Tang did not know how to describe the person sitting beside him, but isn't it a bit dangerous to be friends with someone who easily resorts to slapping others?

Having just suffered a great humiliation, how can one so quickly demand reconciliation? This seems somewhat unusual

This wine is truly enjoyable! After finishing, he placed the hand he had just wiped on his mouth on Li Zheng's shoulder.

Li Zheng's chest was rising and falling continuously at this moment, his eyes fixed on Huang Yingxiong without moving for a long time

"Don't say so much, let's drink." Huang Yingxiong did not delve further into this topic, but troubles are indeed peculiar; if you do not provoke them, they will take the initiative to provoke you.

"What, do you still want to cause trouble?" Huang Yingxiong asked Li Zheng in a harsh tone as he put down the wine bowl in his hand

"Brother Huang, how is your head?" Fang Tang really wanted to ask this question, but even if Fang Tang were to ask it, Huang Yingxiong would not have the time to respond