Sipping the wine, eating fish fillets, chewing on shredded squid, and listening to Zhao Kun's non-stop swallowing, Cheng Chubi felt as if he had returned to Luoyang.

In the Wencheng Hall of the palace, bragging and farting with the old man, enjoying a leisurely and happy life.

Cheng Sanlang happily chatted with this old man, and Li Shimin also happily echoed twice from time to time.

After three glasses of wine, the complexion began to turn red, and the forehead saw

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