Chapter 117 Drunkenness

   "Restaurant?" A group of thugs were stunned, looked at each other, and then burst into laughter.

  Shao Mingyuan has been in a high position for a long time, even if his temperament is gentle, no one dares to laugh so recklessly in front of him on weekdays.

   The young general frowned.

   The leading thug smelled the clear smell of alcohol on him and smiled: "I said friend, have you been drinking too much? Can't even recognize the brothel?"

   brothel?

   Shao Mingyuan's expression froze, and he looked up.

   So this is the legendary brothel?

   The leading thug stretched out his hand and patted Shao Mingyuan on the shoulder: "It seems that my friend has never been here before. Come here, I will give you a discount for the first time!"

  Shao Mingyuan hurriedly avoided, facing the young general Ruoding commanded by thousands of troops, but he was embarrassed at the moment: "Sorry, I made a mistake."

   After he finished speaking, he led the horse and turned around. After walking a few steps, he simply got on his horse and galloped away.

   Several thugs were stunned for a while, then looked at the leader: "Boss, just let that kid go?"

   The leader retracted his gaze and sneered: "How about not letting people go? Do you think that kid is easy to mess with?"

   Several people looked down at the broken stick and shook their heads in unison.

  The woman who greeted the guest slowed down, rubbed her wrists and said, "It turned out to be a junior brother, what a pity!"

   The leader smiled: "What a pity? How can a stunned boy like that know how to pity fragrance and cherish jade—"

   The woman waved the lead thug's hand, shrugged her handkerchief and said, "Go, go, go back quickly, even if you are standing here, you won't dare to come to the door."

  The front of Bichun Building has returned to peace and liveliness.

  Shao Mingyuan rode his horse all the way back to the Marquis of Jing'an Mansion. When he reached the door, he turned over and dismounted. A servant stepped forward to take the reins and said respectfully, "Second Young Master, you are back."

   Shao Mingyuan nodded and walked in.

   He's not a light drinker, but today he hid his thoughts and opened his mouth to drink in front of his friends. At this time, he was half drunk. Fortunately, he has strong self-control, and walks like an ordinary person, but he can't deceive people with the smell of alcohol all over his body.

   Someone quietly went to tell Mrs. Jingan Hou's Mrs. Shen: "Madam, the second son just came back, it seems that he drank a lot of wine."

   "Drinking wine?" Shen shi's eyes flashed, and he asked the reporter, "Are you drunk?"

   "Looks sober, but smells like alcohol."

  Shen shi thought for a while, and instructed a woman: "Go and invite the second son to come over and say that I have something to do with him."

  The old woman took the order and left, and Mrs. Shen immediately said to her confidant, Mama Hua, "Go and arrange the goods you bought."

"Yes."

   Waiting for Hua's mother to go out, Shen shi pointed to the duck-billed incense burner on the incense table and instructed the maid Su Die: "This fragrance is a little weak, put a few drops of the rose fragrance dew that Hua's mother brought back that day."

  Su Die hurriedly fetched the rose dew, put a few drops of dew onto the incense spoon, and added it to the duckbill incense burner.

  The charcoal fire in the incense burner did not go out, and soon the fragrance of roses came out from the golden duck's mouth.

  Su Die complimented while packing the spoons and other items: "Madam, this rose fragrance smells really good. My maid has heard that this kind of fragrance is very precious and comes from overseas."

  Shen shi smiled deeply: "It smells good, okay, you wait at the door, the second son will lead him in when he comes."

  Su Die responded and turned around and went out.

   Shen shi leaned against the Taishi chair and bent the corners of his mouth.

   That cold-hearted thing actually drank alcohol? This is a godsend.

   After about a quarter of an hour, Su Die stood at the door and shouted, "Madam, the second son is here."

   "Invite him in."

   Not long after, Shao Mingyuan walked in and saluted, "Mother."

   "Why are you back so late?"

   "Gathered with some friends."

  Shen's tone was displeased: "There are so many messes at home, so don't go out and hang out in the future."

   Shao Mingyuan was silent.

   Habitual boredom surged up, Shen shi secretly took a breath to calm down, and said lightly: "I called you here today because I wanted to ask, on the day of Mr. Qiao's funeral, what do you think of the person who beat the flag and held the pot?"

   Shao Mingyuan was stunned and asked Shen Shi, "Have mother and father discussed this matter?"

  According to the Daliang custom, the person who beats the flag and holds the jar for the deceased is the recognized heir.

  Shen shi sneered: "I don't know your father yet, he naturally listens to you, so it's better to ask you directly, and it's cheaper."

   "We have no children." Shao Mingyuan lowered his eyes and said slowly.

   "It's because I didn't, that I asked you!" Shen shi aggravated his tone, and was already a little impatient.

   Shao Mingyuan raised his eyes and looked at Shen shi quietly.

  Shen shi lowered his eyes and staggered his gaze, took a sip from the tea cup.

"I will do it myself."

   "Cough cough cough—" Shen Shi was choked and coughed violently.

   The big maid Sudie hurriedly stepped forward to pat her back.

  Shen Shi slowed down and stared at Shao Mingyuan: "What did you say?"

   "I can do it myself." Shao Mingyuan said calmly.

   "Shut up!" Shen shi slapped the table heavily, his face full of anger, "My father and I are not dead yet, what the **** are you talking about!"

   She slowed down and said coldly, "Your eldest brother has two sons. It's not suitable for my eldest son to be the eldest son, so let Qiuer come. Qiuer is also four years old this year."

  Shao Mingyuan listened to Shen shi quietly, and his heart became colder.

   He has a title, is his mother forcing him to pass the title to his nephew in the future?

In his life, the word    is really like maggots on the tarsal bones, never going away.

   When he was young, why wasn't his brother who was afraid that he would steal the throne of the prince and guarded him everywhere.

  Perhaps, if it weren't for the fact that he had nowhere to go, he would not have the courage to save his father and kill the enemy thousands of miles away.

"what do you think?"

Shao Mingyuan's brows and eyes were light, Xu was drinking, and his self-control was slightly reduced, which made the toughness in his tone clear: "Qiuer is good, but he is the child of the eldest brother, it is not suitable to fight for Qiao's flag, or the son. The mother may have forgotten that if the deceased has no children or daughters, the closest person can replace him."

   He paused for a moment and said lightly: "Who else is closer than me?"

   He will never marry again in this life. It is not that the title cannot be given to his nephew, but it cannot be forced by others, not even his mother.

  I called Shao Mingyuan over today. Mrs. Shen didn't intend to settle such a major event, but it was just a pretext. The second son had too many thoughts. But she did think so, and seeing him categorically refused at this moment, she couldn't help being furious.

   This is really hard wings!

   "The closest to you, didn't you kill her with your own hands?" Shen shi said lightly.

   Shao Mingyuan felt a dull pain in his heart, looked at Shen Shi and asked softly, "Is there any other choice for my son?"

   Who is it that must force him into such a situation?

   Feeling dizzy, Shao Mingyuan raised his hand to support his forehead, his forehead was cold.

  Shen shi curved his lips and waved his hand: "Forget it, I think you drank a lot today, so let's talk about it another day. Su Die, send the second son back."

   "No, it doesn't matter to me. Mingyuan retire."

   Shao Mingyuan habitually returned to the study, dizzy, took off his coat and lay down directly, and in a daze, he heard someone shouting from outside the door: "Second Young Master, Madam asks the maid to bring the sober soup."

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