After Baozi woke up several people, he began a formal self-introduction under their dazed stare.

"My name is Yuwen Li, the nickname Baozi. You can continue to call me Bao. This is my grandfather, who was once the Emperor of Northern Tang. Now he has retired and has been named the Supreme Emperor Dangdang. This is the former chief minister and has retired at home. You can respect Mr. Chu, and this one..." He reached out and pulled Xiaoyao Gong who had just walked in. Xiaoyao Gong also carried a wine pot in his hand, looking half drunk. Last night, he drank with the Supreme Emperor. Now he got up late, so he picked up a pot of wine and said that he wanted to recover his soul.

"This is Xiaoyao Gong."

After the introduction of the bun, he looked at them seriously. Seeing that there were signs of fainting again, he quickly added, "Don't faint, otherwise my mother will really come over to give you an injection."

This sentence made them breathe and hold their waists, but the waists were held up, and the person knelt down straight, his lips trembling and didn't know what to say, and his head was buzzing and still digesting the words of his classmates.

Seeing this, Xiaoyao Gong said, "Will it be better to drink a little wine?"

As he said that, he handed the wine pot to Zhou Mao, "Come on, boy, just have a whole mouthful."

Zhou Mao was dizzy and saw a red face and a gourd-shaped wine pot swaying in front of him. He actually opened his mouth, and the spicy wine poured from his mouth and he almost forgot to swallow, and a lot of wine flowed out of the corner of his mouth.

Although he lost his composure, he became more courageous after drinking. He spoke much more boldly. The Supreme Emperor liked what he said. He raised his thumbs up at Baoer, "I recommend you, observe, round it up, and use it."

Since the opening of the imperial examination, there have been officials recommended by the cabinet. Those who recommend it can still shine without taking the path of scientific examinations.

Now it is someone recommended by the Supreme Emperor himself, so Baoer certainly feels at ease to use it.

They kept talking and drank wine all the way, and the more they talked, the more they got drunk, and in the end, they were sent back by the old men in black.

After they sobered up, they each held their foreheads in the inn, and they didn't have much effort to remember the specific details.

I just thought it was a dream. There was an old man in the dream who said that the current emperor was his grandson and the current queen was coming to give them a needle, which was extremely magical.

They gathered together urgently and pieced together the pieces of memory, but they still didn't want to believe that what they saw last night was the Supreme Emperor.

Zhou Mao even said, "Isn't it that I gave us some medicine to make us feel illusion?"

I don't believe it."

The four of them also expressed disbelief.

When I think back on those things, I feel very superficial, not that kind of real sense of reality.

But if it is all hallucinations... I would rather believe that I really have such an adventure than be deceived.

They discussed it for a while and decided to go to Prince Su's Mansion to take a look. They were confused about what happened after getting drunk, but they still remembered clearly what happened before entering the mansion.

It was a side door, a large alley, with tall and mottled walls.

I rented a carriage, and five people were crowded together, so narrow that they could hardly turn around. I couldn't help but think of how spacious and comfortable the carriage my classmate sent to pick them up.

When I arrived at Prince Su's mansion, I didn't recognize the gate because I had never stopped at the gate. After getting off the carriage, I walked into the alley and saw the two slightly dilapidated side doors, and my memory suddenly came like a tide.

It's here, that's right.

They didn't dare to speak out, and looked at each other. They really entered the Su Palace last night and really met the Supreme Emperor, the former chief minister, and the Xiaoyao Gong. The identity of the classmate Bao... But the classmate Bao's paintings are too poor, and he doesn't look down on them very much.

...If he is the prince, then he can almost forgive his paintings. He can write for the future, if he needs it.

"We..." Liu Yipeng felt his voice tremble a little, "Are we considered having no regrets in this life?"

Zhou Mao patted his shoulder and acted very sociable for the first time, with a solemn voice, "No, we must prepare for this exam more hard. We must use our abilities to prove to the Supreme Emperor that we can serve the court."
Chapter completed!