I have a magic pot

It has to be said that these dancers in the Zhao Mansion are of excellent quality.

Not only are they slender, but they dance gracefully, and even their looks are unique.

At this moment, all the girls were dressed in red gauze ribbons, perfectly outlining their enchanting figures, their fragrant shoulders and arms were generously displayed in front of the people, and there was a slit almost at the hip on the skirt.

In the dancing room, her snow-white slender legs appear and disappear, and when combined with that charming and alluring demeanor, it is simply sultry.

To use a sentence from the previous life, who is not confused when seeing this scene?

At this moment, Zhao Weinan, who is eating vegetables and swallowing his saliva, is the best proof.

It is estimated that if Patriarch Zhao was not still sitting here, this guy would have jumped on it and danced "Eighteen Touches" with all the dancers!

However, Han Feng has seen big scenes before.

I also went to a nightclub once or twice back then, but I never saw any hot performances.

In addition, there are not a few stunning beauties I have seen recently, and my immunity to women has been greatly improved.

Seeing these enchanting dancers at this moment, he only wavered a little, then sat upright, his eyes clear.

Han Feng's demeanor changed, and Zhao Zhenxiong noticed it, and he couldn't help nodding secretly, with a hint of appreciation on his face.

Then he turned his head to look at Zhao Weinan who was drooling, stretched his neck, and wished to stare his eyes out.

Patriarch Zhao suddenly had a strong urge to smoke someone again.

Suppressing the anger in his heart, Patriarch Zhao laughed loudly and said to Han Feng.

"Nephew, it's rare to come to uncle's house as a guest, if you don't get drunk today, you won't return home!"

As he said that, Zhao Zhenxiong winked, and Shi Shiran, a dancer, came to Han Feng's side.

The dancer's soft body was pressed against Han Feng, and she held up a wine pot, looking at Han Feng with winking eyes.

Filling up the bronze wine cup in front of Han Feng with both hands, he said gruffly.

"My lord, please drink!"

Patriarch Zhao also toasted at the moment.

"Come on, uncle will toast you first!"

Han Feng didn't dare to be negligent, and immediately picked up his wine glass in return.

When the two toasted, Han Feng saw that the wine glass was quite large, and it contained white wine, so he planned to take a sip casually.

Unexpectedly, Zhao Zhenxiong raised his head and drank the wine in his glass.

Helpless, Han Feng could only hold his breath, and drank the glass of wine with his head raised.

"Cough cough...!"

After drinking a glass of wine, Han Feng felt like his throat was on fire, and he coughed again and again.

The strength of this glass of wine is beyond Han Feng's imagination, and it is more violent than many high-alcohol wines he drank in his previous life.

After drinking such a big cup, Han Feng's face turned red as if he had swallowed charcoal.

Seeing Han Feng's embarrassment, Zhao Zhenxiong's eyes flickered, but he smiled.

"Haha... My nephew, this wine is the top grade liquor produced in Beijiang County.

It tastes like fire at the beginning, you drink two more glasses, you get used to it, the more you drink, the more energetic you will be! "

When Han Feng heard this, he couldn't help feeling a black line on his forehead.

Xin said, I believe you ghost, do you think I have never drunk?

I was about to say no, but Zhao Zhenxiong was the first to toast again.

"Come on, nephew, Mr. Zhao has a habit of drinking three cups with the guests when hosting a banquet!"

When Han Feng heard this, his expression changed slightly.

He was already incapable of drinking, and this wine was so strong, if he drank two more glasses, he probably wouldn't be able to get out of Zhao's mansion today.

"Uncle Zhao, my nephew is really too weak to drink, I'm afraid..."

"Ugh……!"

However, Zhao Zhenxiong straightened his face.

"Nephew refuses to drink even three glasses of wine. Could it be that he won't give this old man this noodle?"

After finishing speaking, Zhao Zhenxiong's expression eased again, and he smiled.

"How can a real man have no capacity for alcohol? Besides, if you are drunk, you can just sleep in the old man's house and drink with confidence."

The dancer who was serving on the side also said in a charming voice.

"That's right, Mr. Han, the huge Zhao Mansion is afraid that there will be no room for you.

If you are drunk, the slave family will help the young master go back to the room to rest. "

Han Feng glanced at the charming and charming dancer, and then at the enthusiastic Patriarch Zhao, thinking something was wrong in his heart.

This old guy clearly wanted to get himself drunk.

But if he doesn't drink this glass of wine now, the other party will probably use the problem to embarrass himself.

While I was struggling in my heart, Xian'er's voice came from my ear.

"Master, you can rest assured to drink, I will help you secretly."

Han Feng's eyes lit up when he heard the words, he hesitated for a moment, and then picked up the wine glass in front of him.

"Okay, you can do whatever you want, my nephew can drink!"

Seeing that Han Feng didn't refuse, Zhao Zhenxiong immediately smiled and raised his head to do it.

Han Feng looked at a big glass full of wine, gritted his teeth, and drank it all in one gulp.

The strong wine enters the mouth, and the mouth is hot.

However, when the wine flowed down the throat, it seemed to disappear out of thin air, without the slightest sense of hotness.

Han Feng was overjoyed, knowing that Xian'er must have done it, he immediately calmed down completely.

But on the face, he still pretended to be choked and extremely uncomfortable.

Sure enough, Zhao Zhenxiong smiled even more when he saw this.

He didn't give Han Feng any time to rest, picked up the wine glass, and drank the third glass.

Han Feng, on the other hand, seemed extremely reluctant, and forced to drink the third glass of wine under the service of the dancer beside him.

Seeing Han Feng's three glasses of white wine, Patriarch Zhao nodded in satisfaction and secretly smiled inwardly.

This is the strongest wine in the Qianlan Empire, and it is difficult for ordinary people to withstand a glass of wine.

Even a warrior in the martial arts realm who is good at drinking can hold two glasses of wine at most without getting drunk.

Even Zhao Zhenxiong himself can drink seven or eight cups at most, and he will get drunk if there is more.

And the fact is just as he imagined, after Han Feng drank three glasses of wine, he became dizzy, his eyes were blurred, and his body swayed from side to side.

If it wasn't for the dancer at the side to support him, he might not even be able to sit still.

"Hey... fight with me, you're still a little tender!"

Zhao Zhenxiong sneered in his heart, and said immediately.

"Nephew, you seem to be drunk."

When Han Feng heard the words, he shook his head again and again and shouted loudly.

"Drunk...? I... I'm not drunk, I can still drink!"

As he said that, as if to prove that he was not drunk, he staggered to his feet, but he couldn't even walk in a straight line.

Seeing this scene, Zhao Zhenxiong's smile became more open, his eyes flashed, and he asked.

"Nephew, the business of the Anxiang Pavilion can be so booming, thanks to your development of such a miracle as perfume.

The old man is really curious, how do you create the perfume, presumably the process must be very complicated? "

As soon as these words came out, Han Feng's blurred eyes could not help but narrow slightly, thinking to himself.

"This old fox really has no good intentions, and wants to get me drunk to make a fool of himself!"

Chapter 1 Father and Son Fighting Dance

Faced with Zhao Zhenxiong's doubts about perfume craftsmanship.

Han Feng made an effort to recall, and said to himself.

"The craft of perfume...? I think about the steps."

Zhao Zhenxiong was stunned when he heard the words, and then listened carefully.

However, Han Feng recalled it for a long time, but he didn't seem to remember it.

Instead, he raised his wine glass unsteadily and said to Zhao Zhenxiong.

"Uncle Zhao, let me toast you first!"

Zhao Zhenxiong frowned, hesitated a little, and raised his glass with a smile.

After the two had a drink, Han Feng's "drunkness" became stronger.

I rubbed my forehead and tried to recall, but I couldn't remember anything.

"Hey... I can't remember clearly, Uncle Zhao, let's have another drink!"

The corner of Zhao Zhenxiong's mouth twitched slightly, hesitated for a moment, then picked up the wine glass, and had another drink with Han Feng.

After five glasses of wine, even Zhao Zhenxiong's cheeks began to turn red.

But he still did not give up and continued to ask about the perfume formula.

Ever since, in the process of helping Han Feng recall the perfume formula, Patriarch Zhao was persuaded to drink two more glasses of spirits.

After drinking seven glasses of wine in a row, even Zhao Zhenxiong became a little confused.

His head was dizzy, his face was red and hot, and his body was shaking slightly.

However, Han Feng was still on the verge of collapse just now.

At this moment, on the contrary, his eyes became clearer and his sanity became clearer.

Seeing that Zhao Zhenxiong was obviously getting drunk, Han Feng hurriedly struck while the iron was hot, toasting again and again.

"Come here...Uncle Zhao, today is drunk, today is drunk, let's have another drink!"

"Uncle Zhao, how many times can you laugh a lot in your life, and you will be drunk when you meet after a fight of wine. Drink!"

……

Under Han Feng's "persuasion to drink alcohol", Zhao Zhenxiong drank more than ten glasses of spirits without knowing it.

From the very beginning, he was still able to stay awake and talk and laugh with Han Feng.

Later, Patriarch Zhao's speech was a little vague, and he even started to "call him brothers" with Han Feng.

In the end, Patriarch Zhao just got drunk, stepped over the table in front of him, and rushed into the group of dancers.

Regardless of his posture, he twisted his waist and swung his hips, dancing with hands and feet.

Zhao Weinan on the side saw this scene.

It was also through the strength of wine that he got into the group of dancers, and started dancing with his father. Judging by the frequency of the twisting, he probably practiced a lot on weekdays.

On the guest table, Han Feng felt a pity in his heart when he saw the wonderful performance of the father and son in the hall.

If there is a large speaker in the hall at this moment, a DJ Divine Comedy will be played.

It must be in response to the situation, and it will be unforgettable for a lifetime!

"Unexpectedly, Patriarch Zhao is still a man of temperament."

Han Feng couldn't help sighing.

However, Xian'er's delicate laughter came from his mind.

"Master, this Patriarch Zhao may have suffered some serious injuries that affected certain functions. The situation is similar to yours, but you were poisoned."