Chapter 1230
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It had been more than a hundred years since the founding of the Great Song Dynasty. The descendants of the Zhao Clan had multiplied for many generations. Now, there were tens of thousands of members of the royal family. Naturally, there were many related matters. In order to deal with this situation, the Song Dynasty specially set up the Imperial Clan Department to manage the various members of the royal family. The person in charge was usually a member of the Zhao Clan.
To be able to stand out among tens of thousands of clan members, this Zhao Shicheng was obviously outstanding.
It could be seen that Lu You wanted to see Tang Wan, but he was hesitant. Song Qingshu pretended not to understand and advised, "Brother Lu, since they are so kind to invite you, why don't you go and take a look?"
"O … okay." Lu You was already struggling with what to choose. Hearing Song Qingshu's words, he comforted himself in his heart. I didn't mean to disturb her, but Brother Song asked me to go …
Under the guidance of the servant girl, Song Qingshu and Lu You quickly arrived at a pleasure boat. They saw that the madam was gently pouring wine for an elegant middle-aged scholar beside her. When she heard the commotion, she subconsciously turned her head to look. When she saw that it was Lu You who came in, her wrist couldn't help but shake, and the wine in the jug spilled out, drenching the clothes of the scholar beside her.
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to …" The madam hurriedly took out a handkerchief to wipe the scholar's clothes.
"It's fine." The scholar stood up and shook his clothes. He smiled bitterly at Lu You. "Brother Lu, I'm really sorry. I need to go change my clothes. I hope you can forgive me for my negligence."
Lu You couldn't wait for him to go and not come back, but he still spoke politely. "Brother Zhao is too polite."
Song Qingshu secretly curled his lips as he watched. These two were both upright men with astonishing alcohol tolerance. Lu You was no exception. The two of them drank a total of twenty-eight jugs of wine. Fortunately, Song Qingshu's martial arts had reached perfection. He could dispel the alcohol with just a little bit of circulation. Otherwise, he really wouldn't be able to outdrink this bug in front of him.
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