Because Qin Shubao was seriously injured on the battlefield in his early years, his old injuries recurred in middle age. His health was not as good as before. He kept recuperating at home.

It is probably the greatest torture for him to make a peerless general unable to get on the war horse and unable to take up the double mace. Now it is the tenth year of Zhenguan. Since the Xuanwu Gate of Wude, Qin Shubao has not been in court much since the ninth year of Wude. Seeing his elder brother suffering from this hardship, the best brother Cheng Yaojin felt uncomfortable, so he often came to visit him from time to time.

"Hehe, second brother, I just got half a jar of fine wine, which is the best in the world. I didn't want to come to find my second brother to serve with some wine. The two of us drank it together.

I can guarantee that this wine is unparalleled in the world, and I guess he has never seen even His Majesty."

Qin Shubao was moved, but the old brothers were still caring. For many years, Yao Jin has not changed. Unlike many of the previous comrades in the court, who were called brothers and brothers, but now he has not been to court for ten years. I am afraid that Qin Shubao's name can only be circulated in the legend in the court. Now his Duke's Mansion is really deserted, and the world is cold and human feelings can be seen.

Moreover, the other party's sincerity can be seen from what Cheng Yaojin said. If I give you a good wine, you will give you a good dish. The two brothers put together a table, so that is enough, instead of just saying that I'm here to invite you to drink. It is obvious that the old devil is careful and takes care of the old brother's face, and at the same time he seems close.

Qin Shubao laughed and scolded: "Your kid's old habit can't be changed yet. It's not good to be a general who is addicted to alcohol and you should pay attention to your preconceptions."

"Oh, second brother, this is not wartime..."

"Hahahaha, OK, I've been annoyed by what I have told me over the years, so I won't say it anymore.

But since you have good wine, why is there only half a jar? Although you, Lao Cheng, is also a person with good face. When can you be dismissed by half a jar of wine?"

Cheng Yaojin remembered that the wine was still robbing his son. The boss on his face was embarrassed and shook his head, "Don't worry about the source, hurry up and ask my sister-in-law to clean up two side dishes. My saliva is almost flowing out."

"Okay, come in and wait.

But first, I can accompany you when I fight, but I can’t accompany you when I drink. Master Sun said, “There is up to three small cups a day, and it’s harmful or useless if I have too many.”

Cheng Yaojin squinted his eyes and nodded repeatedly, pulled Qin Shubao and walked towards the living room.

It seems that Qin Qiong was wrong. He was so tired that he even had to pick up weapons. Can he be with Cheng Yaojin when fighting?

No, he was right. Although the veteran was old, his heart was not old and his power remained. Even though his body was invincible, he was afraid that no one in the Tang Dynasty could compare with Qin Shubao. In this regard, all civil and military officials in the court were convinced.

Cheng Yaojin was naturally convinced by this second brother Qin who was even more timid than his biological brother. In fact, he had already thought about it and came for this. He thought that if you could drink like me, how could I come to you today?

After the wine and food were cured, Cheng Yaojin poured the wine himself and filled it with them. Looking at the crystal clear wine and smelling the rich fragrance of the wine, Qin Qiong was slightly surprised, and he couldn't help but evoke the passionate memories of the big bowl of wine on the battlefield and the enemy of thousands of people.

"Come on, you and my brothers drink this cup!" Qin Qiong was so angry that he raised his glass to drink.

"Dry!"

The strong wine entered his stomach, Qin Qiong was stunned, this...

Cheng Yaojin drank a glass of wine and laughed: "How about Second Brother, is this wine the most powerful in the world? Second Brother, what's wrong with you?"

Seeing the second brother in front of him in a daze, Cheng Yaojin felt nervous and shouted quickly.

Qin Qiong, who came to his senses, seemed to have a long reflection arc and yelled: "Okay!"

Cheng Yaojin laughed, "Come on, come on, have another drink, I'm not satisfied just now."

Qin Shubao was also very excited, and his body was a little more agile than before. He drank three cups of Cheng Yaojin in a row.

"Second brother, it's three cups. You can't drink it anymore. Your health is important." Cheng Yaojin stopped Qin Qiong's hand to grab the wine jar, and his tone was full of sincerity. At this time, he stopped him not because he felt sorry for the amount of wine, but because he really thought about his brother's body.

Qin Qiong suddenly laughed and laughed loudly. This made Cheng Yaojin puzzled. What's going on? Second brother is very abnormal.

"Brother, how about the fun of drinking?"

I... Cheng Yaojin was confused, it wouldn't be so. Although my second brother didn't drink much now, he had a few heroes who had a lot of alcohol in the Tang Dynasty back then. Could it be that the wine was too strong and he got drunk after just three cups?

"Second brother, why not..."

Before Cheng Yaojin could finish speaking, Qin Shubao turned over from the kneeling mat, turned around and walked quickly to the weapon stand, and looked at the pair of mature copper maces that had been following him for the rest of his life, his body began to tremble slightly, and tears burst out from his eyes.

With a three-point drunkenness, Yuxin sighed and murmured: "Old guy, it's been a long time since I was gone!"

Then a scene that made Cheng Yaojin unbelievable happened. In this living room, Qin Shubao transformed himself into a transformation. He was no longer a veteran who was recuperating from illness, as if he had become an invincible existence on the battlefield. A set of thirty-six ways of Qin's mace were so amazing that Cheng Yaojin could see it. He was also infected by his heroic demeanor. He walked to the weapon stand, picked up a wide eight-sided sword, and roared, "Second brother, be careful, I'm here!"

With swords against maces, the two started a battle in the Qin family's living room. The entire living room was destroyed in a short while and was in chaos. The maids and servants were sent away by the two, so no one came to disturb them.

Until a sudden sound of a clang came from the fierce battle, the two of them stopped. The war was about to break out. When they went to see again, Qin Shubao had a mature copper mace with five Dings in front of the mountain and directly hit Cheng Yaojin's sword blade. Cheng Yaojin held the sword in both hands and blocked it.

After a second pause, the eight-sided Han sword full of precious patterns broke from the intersection of the mace swords. The broken blade could still be about an inch into the ground. It can be seen that it was indeed a good sword.

Qin Qiong withdrew his two maces, Cheng Yaojin stood up and laughed and praised: "Second brother or second brother, my martial arts are not good at all."

"Oh... Why did you say this? You are good at using a horse spear and a long sword. If you win, you will not be able to win. You will rely on the power of weapons. You will not count."

"Even if I use a horse spear, I can't resist your tiger-headed gizmo gun. It's a lot of martial arts in the Tang Dynasty. Old Cheng, I will obey my second brother alone."

The two looked at each other and laughed, without cleaning up the battlefield, and returned to the table together.

After calming down, Cheng Yaojin woke up and couldn't help but feel a little scared: "Second brother, I'm reckless, you're in this body..."

"It's okay, don't worry, brother, this is exactly what you want to say for me.

Your wine is extraordinary, but it actually has the effect of promoting blood circulation. After drinking it, I am much more relaxed, and the hidden wounds are not so painful. I haven't been so happy in two years.

Master Sun also said before that good wine can promote blood circulation, so he set the amount of three cups a day. However, because my brother's body was too severe, the previous wine had little effect. Until today, I met this glass of strong wine, I really believed that wine can promote blood circulation."
Chapter completed!