Chapter 340: Chapter 340 Brawling
The liquor at Liu Xiang Pavilion is indeed quite good, so much so that even Song Zhiyu got tipsy.
"Be careful, if you fall into the latrine, Iām not pulling you out," Bao Datong tightly gripped his buddyās hand, sighing. If it werenāt for them having fought together and wet their beds as kids, he wouldnāt have accompanied him to such a filthy place.
Upon hearing this, Song Zhiyu pinched his baozi-like cheeks with both hands, complaining, "Arenāt we brothers anymore? Iām already this miserable, and you still have so much to say while accompanying me to take a leak."
Bao Datong dodged his devilish paws, exclaiming, "My gosh, you havenāt even washed your hands after holding it."
Damn it, his face was covered with the residue of urine, damn.
Song Zhiyu released his hands and giggled foolishly, "Deserved it!"
Bao Datong didnāt bother with him, turned around to wash his face at the washing room, then after using some fragrant soap to wash his hands and face, he turned and said, "Shall we... go?"
Whereās the person?
Song Zhiyu staggered past a row of houses, when suddenly he heard laughter, someone mentioned his name.
"Thatās why I say, when a person is down on luck, even drinking cold water gets stuck in their teeth. Look at that kid Song Yulang, saying heās naturally lucky, pfft, if heās lucky how did he end up with a butch as a wife! Aiya, making wishes at Huai River truly works, I should go set a hundred lamps next time."
"Liu Wu, you canāt say that, whatās wrong with a butch, at the end of the day, sheās still a woman, right? With the lights off, canāt it be compared? Just curious, for this grand wedding, whether Song Yulang is on top or bottom!"
"With that weakling appearance of his, can he be on top, dream on, the Commandery Princess probably can flip him over with one hand." Liu Wu laughed frivolously, "Though itās the same with the lights off, but women, well, you can still feel it in the dark, look at our musician girl here, isnāt she fragrant and soft? The Commandery Princess, Iām afraid, is hard everywhere."
Another burst of laughter came.
Song Zhiyu suddenly sobered up, kicked the door open, and stormed inside.
Suddenly, someone breaking in, the laughter halted abruptly, people hadnāt yet seen who it was before they felt a blur in front of their eyes, and the banquet was rushed into, food and drinks were kicked into the air.
Screams immediately filled the air.
"Damn you, Liu Lao Wu, you turtleās grandson, I havenāt settled scores with you yet, and here you are hiding like a coward babbling nonsense." Song Zhiyu pounced directly onto Liu Ning, who was wearing a bright red robe, flexibly straddling him, both hands attacking left and right.
"You dare to gossip about me here, gossip about my wife, Iāll beat you to death, you turtleās grandson." Song Zhiyuās fists landed one after another on Liu Ningās face.
Liu Ning yelled, "Song Yulang, what madness is this."
"I am mad, so what, hitting you, so what, werenāt you quite capable? Speak, keep speaking!" Song Zhiyu punched him in the eye.
Fortunately, he had drunk quite a bit earlier, his body was a bit limp and he couldnāt muster much strength, otherwise, Liu Ning would have become a pigās head by now.
But even so, Liu Ningās face was still bruised, he pushed him away and said, "Are you all dead, not pulling him off, beat him for me."
The rest also came to their senses, hurriedly came over to separate them, but didnāt dare to lay hands on Song Zhiyu.
Well, they could speak behind his back, but would you dare to hit this little bully?
All present were also playboys, but even among playboys, there are distinctions of family status, Liu Ning was from the Marquis Mansion, sure, but the others werenāt, their fathers and brothersā official positions werenāt as powerful as Song Zhiyuās brother, touching him, wouldnāt that be causing trouble for the family?
Most importantly, his current status is the future husband of Commandery Princess Dongyang. Itās said that Prince Dingbeiās Mansion is especially protective, if they knew they beat up Song Yulang, itās like sending themselves to their death.
Couldnāt beat him, couldnāt touch him, at most, they could hit below the belt.