Datang: Get a god-level selection system at the beginning

Cheng Yaojin's loud voice resounded throughout the Duke of Yi's mansion: "Haha, hahaha. I'm really laughing at my old Cheng. Seeing the two thieves die, my old Cheng is really happy."

Yuchi Jingde patted Li Wenbin on the shoulder: "Good boy, you really give the prince a face, hahaha!"

Although Niu Jinda didn't talk much, he praised Li Wenbin non-stop.

"Uncles, this is nothing more than a trivial skill. It can't compare to my father's use of [-] cavalry in Luoyang to destroy Wang Shichong's [-] troops. This is a really useful skill."

Li Jiancheng lost face and made everyone very excited, even Li Shimin. He and Cheng Yao Jinniu Jinda and others boasted about the great war that year.

"I think back then, when this king was fighting on the battlefield, two of his horses were replaced, his bow was broken, and even the horses under his crotch were replaced by three..."

Li Shimin's bragging was very enjoyable, but to Li Wenbin's surprise, Cheng Yaojin and the others had no intention of refuting at all.

The group of veterans ran out of time to blow it up. Fortunately, Qin Qiong coughed violently again, which reminded them what is the most important thing now.

"Uncle Qin, lie down and don't be nervous."

Let Qin Qiong lie on the soft bed, first sterilized him with alcohol, then Li Wenbin connected the needle to the reed tube, pierced into his meridian, and then pierced the other end into his own blood vessel.

The bright red blood flowed down the reed tube into Qin Qiong's body.

Mrs. Qin's nervous heart almost jumped out of her throat: "Master, how do you feel?"

Just as Qin Qiong was about to answer, he saw Li Wenbin lightly gestured to him not to speak, so he nodded slightly.

After a stick of incense, Li Wenbin stopped bleeding, put away his things, and asked with a smile, "Uncle Qin, how are you feeling?"

Qin Qiong closed her eyes and felt it for a while, and a look of surprise appeared on her face: "The feeling of chest tightness and shortness of breath has eased a lot, and the symptoms of dizziness have disappeared."

In fact, it doesn't need to be said by him, Li Shimin and the others have already seen that Qin Qiong's face is already bloody, and it is no longer a pale face.

"Uncle Qin, take a good rest and sleep."

Qin Qiong nodded: It's been a long time since he had a sound sleep.

I closed my eyes, and after a while, I heard the sound of snoring.

Li Wenbin said to Mrs. Qin: "Auntie, this blood transfusion can only cure the symptoms, but it can't cure the root cause. You usually let Uncle Qin eat more spinach and celery, and eat more lean meat and eggs."

"Yes, I understand. Nephew Wen Bin, this time is really thanks to you..."

As Mrs. Qin spoke, there was a choking sound in her voice.

"You can take care of Uncle Qin here, I'll wait outside."

When Li Wenbin left the room, he saw that the tool bag he had carried had been opened, and Yuchi Jingde's idiot was holding a small bottle of alcohol and was about to pour it into his mouth.

"You can't drink it. If you drink that wine, you will die."

With a loud shout, he finally stopped Yuchi Jingde: "Will someone die? Are you lying to me?"

Li Wenbin smiled wryly, why is Li Shimin surrounded by a group of big drunkards, how dare you drink this pure alcohol that was distilled five times?
Really ignorant and fearless.

"Uncle Yuchi, although this wine smells good, it won't work if you drink it, you will lose your eyesight."

Although it is not industrial alcohol, Li Wenbin is not afraid of being seen through his nonsense.

After hearing this, Yuchi Jingde hesitated: he doesn't care about the lack of arms and legs, but it's not very convenient if he is blind.

Li Shimin brought his eldest grandson Wugou over at this time, and smiled when he saw this: "Yuchi Jingde, you idiot, what my son said is true. Moreover, this kind of wine also smells fragrant, and it tastes like wine. A knife through the throat makes no difference."

"You guys, all of you are dying of drinking, come to my palace, let you drink your fill today."

Li Shimin's words made Cheng Yaojin and Yuchi Jingde cheer, and they followed him back to Prince Qin's mansion and drank for a whole day.

The disadvantage of these people drinking is that the scene is very unbearable, and in order to avoid shocking the world, Changsun Wugou finally kept Li Wenbin and asked him to serve the drinking party here.

Sure enough, after drinking the mellow spirits, Cheng Yaojin and Yuchi Jingde were hooked, saying that this is what a man should drink.

What I drank in the past was not wine, it was horse urine!
Cheng Yaojin was half drunk, and came to Li Wenbin with a bowl of wine: "Wenbin, why don't you drink?"

"Uncle Cheng, my nephew is not good at drinking, I'll just take care of you here."

Niu Jinda smiled and said, "Don't delay Wen Bin, he is very knowledgeable."

Li Shimin said angrily: "What knowledge do you have? A few days ago, you just deposed that Yao Zanglang... the son of Wang Dian who was just killed by the crown prince."

Niu Jinda patted his thigh: "It's good to be useless, I have even heard about Wang Dian's son, who bullies men and women on weekdays. I just hate that my old cow is not the governor of Jingzhao Mansion, otherwise I would have killed that bastard a long time ago." kid."

"But don't be angry, my lord. I've heard about this. I also heard that Wen Bin recited a poem on the spot. Now this poem has spread throughout Chang'an."

"Poetry? What poetry?"

Li Shimin became curious, but Niu Jinda couldn't remember, so he had to turn his attention to Li Wenbin: "Tell me, is it because I got drunk again and read it out?"

"Uh, Father Wang Yingming, I guessed it right away."

Cheng Yaojin became interested: "My lord, what's going on?"

Li Shimin talked about the Three Character Classic and the matter of pity farmers in an angry and funny way, and the three of Cheng Yaojin laughed loudly.

"Okay, my nephew... the prince actually has such a literary talent. By the way, drinking today is so satisfying, nephew, why don't you come and recite another poem, and I want the prince to recite it when he is drunk."

"Wen Bin, think about it for your father. What other poems did your father write? Come to think of it, there are many rewards."

Even the fathers said that, Li Wenbin couldn't help it: "Yes, father."

"Let's talk about wine."

Then I can only copy Li Bai's - I'm sorry, Mr. Shixian.

"Father, my son remembered, you once made a song about wine."

"You don't see the water of the Yellow River coming up from the sky, rushing to the sea and not returning.

Don't you see Gaotangmingjing's sad white hair, the morning is like a blue silk and snow is at dusk.

Life is full of joy, so that the gold is empty for the moon.

I was born to be useful, and I will come back when my daughter is gone. "

When he finished reading "Five-flowered horses, thousands of gold, Hu'er will exchange for fine wine, and sell the eternal sorrow with you", Li Wenbin couldn't help being infected by the heroism in the poem, stood up and drank three bowls of strong wine. do.

"Good wine, good wine!"

Those were the last words he said before he passed out.