The next second, Kong Wenmin's body suddenly stiffened, and his originally hazy eyes suddenly became clear. Apparently, he just woke up. He suddenly turned his head to look at Kong Wenjie, and said with a dark face: "I... I haven't drunk that sour scholar surnamed Chen yet?!"
"That's right! Brother. From now on, don't say I'm your brother. It's really embarrassing!" Kong Wenjie hurriedly added fuel to the fire and talked to Kong Wenmin about what happened yesterday. "You are a big and strong man. You are at least half a head taller than Mr. Chen, right? As for the tendons on your body, let's not talk about it. With your physique, if you stand in front of Mr. Chen, even if you just stand there and stare at him, Mr. Chen will be afraid of you, right? You are good at something you are not good at, but you choose to do it. What's the result? Twelve cups of wine were drunk. Mr. Chen went home safely, but you crawled under the table, causing me to waste my energy to drag you back to the house. Who knew that trouble was still to come. This night, you didn't complain for a moment, you vomited and shouted, and you even hit the kang from time to time. Good guy. You didn't use your fists and feet to deal with the young scholar, but you used them on me. Look at your brother's face. Isn't it more haggard than usual?"
Kong Wenmin was staring at Kong Wenjie's face. He was not worried about whether Kong Wenjie was really haggard. He was worried about something else. He asked nervously, "Is the man surnamed Chen really alright?"
"No, he's fine. He doesn't even stagger when he walks. He moves like the wind. The most important thing is that his face isn't even red! You can tell at first glance that he's just drunk!" Kong Wenjie replied quickly.
In fact, Chen Qingxuan was not as Kong Wenjie described. He was still barely holding on in the prefectural yamen, but as soon as he walked out of the door, his legs became uncontrollable and he was finally sent back by the guards of the prefectural yamen. Kong Wenjie just told this little lie out of mischief. He really admired Chen Qingxuan for making his brother, who had always been unmoved, become so embarrassed.
Sure enough, the next second, Kong Wenmin's face became even uglier, like an eggplant hit by frost. He fell back with a plop, gasped for breath in self-abandonment, and suddenly sat up straight, gritting his teeth and roaring, "How can a scholar like him drink? How can he drink? It shows that he is not an honest man on weekdays! He might be a playboy! With his character, he still wants to climb the high branch of the prefect's family, bah!"
The corner of Kong Wenjie's mouth twitched: "..."
Hey brother, is it really okay to be sour?
As soon as he said this, Kong Wenmin regretted it. He rubbed his nose awkwardly and said, "This is not about climbing up the social ladder or not. What I mean is, if he is really a serious scholar, how can he have the time and energy to drink? Since he can drink so much, he must have no time and energy to study seriously, so he must not be a serious scholar..."
"Brother...what do you want to say?" Kong Wenjie asked quietly.
"Bullshit!" Kong Wenmin bared his teeth and claws like an enraged lion, "Why don't you hurry up and wash up and get up? How long do you want to stay here?!"
"I've already dressed myself," Kong Wenjie stretched out his hand and lifted his quilt, revealing a neatly dressed body. He yawned and looked at Kong Wenjie's messy hair with interest, "Brother, did you sleep like someone else's messy hair to get this hairstyle? Tsk tsk tsk tsk, it's very difficult..."
"Get lost!" Kong Wenmin was so angry that he kicked Kong Wenjie hard on the calf.
"Hiss! Who would kick someone just to get their muscles hurt?!" Kong Wenjie gritted his teeth in pain, holding his calf while looking at Kong Wenmin with an aggrieved look on his face, "Brother, you can't drink as well as Mr. Chen, so you take it out on me, right? Miss Fang is a pretty girl who lives a life of debauchery like Mr. Chen, and you can't help but be angry with her, right? But what does this have to do with me? I'm your own brother, and you're willing to do that to me. Let me tell you..."
"Shut up!" Kong Wenmin hurriedly covered Kong Wenjie's mouth.
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