C126

One cup!

Two cups!

Three cups!

She drank three cups of wine in a row!

After finishing it, dang, he casually threw it out. The golden cup fell and rolled twice on the red carpet.

Ink Yan's face was flushed red as she belched out a mouthful of alcohol. She pointed at the officials around her and urged them, "Drink, why don't you drink anymore?"

"You know, Ge, this is for the peace between the two countries ~"

Qian Xuan was choked with emotion! Murong Nan was even more at a loss for words!

After all, he had already gone all out, and he was even raising his rank to an international level. If he didn't drink it, wouldn't he be asking for trouble?

"Come!"

"Let us all bless General Molda!"

In this way, Murong Nan had no choice but to raise his wine cup and lead his subordinates to toast Molda!

Mo Da instantly became the focus of everyone's attention. It felt like tonight was his lucky day!

Because there were 49!

He easily obtained the capital which was equivalent to three years' worth of military expenditure!

And it was because of 49!

The high-ranking officials' wives and officials had actually obediently sent over a large sum of money! He didn't need to kill with a knife or a gun!

It was also because of 49!

Murong Nan, who used to be of equal status, was now in his hands! From now on, Mo Da wanted the wind to be the wind and the rain to be the rain! Who else in this world could possibly stop his ambition?

"Come come come! Let us get drunk!"

Just by thinking about it, Molda beamed with joy and raised his glass to drink with great vigor! After finishing the drink, he even called for Butler Cong, pointed at Ink Flame and gave the order.

"Give him more wine!"

"Tonight, I will reward you greatly! Let him stay with us until he's drunk! "

Butler Cong felt as if he was struck by lightning! Everything from the forehead to the spine was unbearably stiff. His beard stood as straight as if it had been scalded. The action of personally lifting the wine jug and pouring it into the golden cup was extremely obvious.

Then he was caught again by Ink Mist, who teased him.

"Butler Cong, are you getting old?"

"Have you decided who you want to take over from the general?"

Hahaha …

The entire hall burst into laughter once more.

In an instant, Butler Cong's face turned as black as the bottom of a pot.

"..."

After the meal, when all the guests had left, there was only Morda.

"All of you, leave."

"This general needs to rest."

Morda waved his hand tiredly and walked upstairs to his room.

The banquet today had made him extremely happy. He was so happy that it made people unconsciously overplay themselves. Right now, he desperately needed a good rest.

"General!" Steward Cong suddenly called out. Putong!

At that time, Molda was already half drunk, and the obvious happiness on his face had yet to be switched over, so he could only ask in a slightly tipsy manner.

"Butler Cong, what's the meaning of this?"

"Tonight's banquet was a success. You know how to read my mind. The scene is grand and the wine and dishes are exquisite and delicious. The Southern Prince's people were obviously shocked by you, weren't they? "

"Do you really think that the Sirius, being a barbarian, doesn't know how to treat his guests?" "The result?" Molda laughed so hard that his eyes almost became slits. "Do you know how they managed to get back?"

"Hahaha ~"

"They were all carried out by this subordinate!"

"Butler Cong, you've done a great job!"

When Butler Cong heard Mo Da's praise, he was convinced that Mo Da was the one who had chosen the right opportunity to report the Black Ink Pendant! He was immediately in high spirits and loudly proclaimed his injustice!

"General, since you say that I have done a great service tonight. It was in recognition of my efforts. But why should I pour wine for the lowly 49? "

"I'm the one you trust the most, aren't I?"

"Then what do you mean now? What do you want me to do? "

Molda had her back facing him, and her voice sounded neither happy nor angry.

The steward, who was familiar with Molda's temperament, knew that the general had calmed down, and was giving him the chance to trust in others. As long as he could grasp it well! It could definitely get rid of 49!

Housekeeper Cong immediately shouted out, "Please get the hell out of this house, General! Never appear in your line of sight again! "

However, it was Steward Cong who had always been confident in his request. He had already met with Molda's icy denial.

"No way!"

"The 49 I have now is of great use to me! I can't be this slow with him! "

Confused, Butler Cong unhappily called out for the general again! What's the use now?

"He's clearly the culprit! You have already said that you would not pursue the prince's apology after the banquet that this old servant had painstakingly prepared. Yet, he stood up and forced the other party to apologize! It almost destroyed the atmosphere of the banquet. It caused a dispute between the two countries! "If this kind of person doesn't …"

"Shut up!"

Morda finally turned and looked down at the butler, his eyes filled with the icy coldness of near death. Just the mere sight of it on a person's scalp was enough to cause them to tremble in horror.

"Housekeeper Cong!"

Mo Da suppressed the urge to kill and grinded his teeth as he asked, "Is the current you worthy of comparing yourself to 49?"

Butler Cong suddenly had a bad premonition. His master had never spoken to him like this before. His tone was as cold as an animal on the verge of death. But the unwillingness in his heart quickly suppressed his premonition.

"After all, I've been waiting for you for 20 years, haven't I?" Even without merit, there would still be hardships, right?

Then let me ask you, why weren't you the one who found the heirloom at the banquet? "Why aren't you the one questioning Fei Geng?"

Housekeeper Cong almost pulled out his heart to show his loyalty!

"This old servant is a Sirian! "Why do you need to study the laws at the top!?"

"But the person who helped me catch the other person's weakness was someone who understood the law and not a steward who only knew how to arrange banquets!"

When Molda finally spoke, the contempt in her eyes could no longer be repressed.

"Butler Cong, you've disappointed me today." You've been waiting for me for 20 years, but you've always stuck to the boundaries of the Sirian race, refusing to take in more and more outstanding people. This is a pity for me, Morda, and a great loss for Sirius. "

"Thus, from now on, you will be in charge of everything in Bright Moon Pavilion!" I will not arrange for you to have any contact with anything that happens outside! "