May this scumbag husband, who favored his concubine over his wife, rest in peace.

After saying that, Hu Yanjun drank the strong liquor in one gulp.

After downing a cup, Hu Yanjun laughed heartily.

Meanwhile, the members of the delegation looked at the wine in their hands, and then all looked at Duke Li.

They weren't fools. This wine smelled much stronger than mare's milk wine, and looking at the wine jars piled up to the side, everyone understood that they were clearly meant to get them all drunk.

Hu Yanjun had already revealed the bottom of his cup, but no one else had drunk from it. His expression darkened: "Friends of Da Zhao, what do you mean by this? Are you not giving me any face?!"

Duke Li laughed and said, "Lord Gudu, you misunderstand. It's just that our friends from the grasslands have prepared so much strong liquor. It seems we're not going to leave until we're drunk tonight."

Hu Yanjun sneered: "Of course, we won't leave until we're drunk!"

If they're drunk, take them back to their hometown!

"In that case, let's drink in our Central Plains style today, shall we?"

"Oh?" Hu Yanjun became somewhat interested. "The Central Plains method, how do you drink it?"

“Our Central Plains culture is profound and extensive. When scholars and literati gather together, they often drink wine while appreciating the beauty of nature. But here…” Duke Li looked around. Although he didn’t say the second half of his sentence, everyone could guess that it wouldn’t sound good.

"So, how about we use a tag-team approach?"

The Duke of Li's suggestion was exactly what Hu Yanjun wanted to hear.

A war of attrition is great!

The men here all grew up drinking this kind of strong liquor; they can't get drunk without drinking three or five cans, while the people from the Central Plains...

A blatant scorn flashed in Hu Yanjun's eyes: "Fine! Let's use a tag-team approach!"

"Someone, set up a table and wine!"

Now, Hu Yanzhuo was also unsure of himself and couldn't help but glance at the Duke of Li several times.

He had told the Duke of Li about his and Hu Yanjun's plan early on. He thought the Duke of Li would try to escape, but he didn't expect him to come directly.

How could anyone possibly drink that much?

Fearing that Hu Yanjun would discover something was amiss, Hu Yanzhuo had no choice but to suppress his worries and pretend that nothing was wrong.

Hu Yanjun winked at a burly man covered in scars. The man understood, strode to the table, and swept his contemptuous gaze over the crowd of people from Da Zhao. He then laughed loudly, "Who's coming!"

After a while, a thin, bony young man stepped out from the delegation.

The young man was short and would be easily lost in a crowd. Standing next to the big man, one was as burly as a small mountain, while the other was as thin as a sick tree. The two hadn't done anything, but just a glance between them made Hu Yanjun burst out laughing.

"Friends from the Central Plains, we have no choice but to send someone. Sending someone like this is ridiculous. Aren't you afraid of bringing shame to the Great Zhao?"

Hu Yanzhuo looked at the scene before him, but didn't think anything of it.

He knew of the story of Tian Ji's horse race in the Central Plains.

You can win by using your inferior horse against the opponent's superior horse, your medium horse against the opponent's inferior horse, and your superior horse against the opponent's medium horse.

The horse in front of me is clearly a lower-class horse from the Great Zhao Dynasty.

Hu Yanzhuo's heart calmed down for a moment, but then quickly became anxious again.

Looking around the area around Dazhao, I couldn't find a single so-called medium-grade horse, let alone a top-grade one.

On the other hand, Hu Yanjun's side had top-quality horses...

How can I win like this...?

While Hu Yanzhuo was lost in thought, the two people in the room had already started drinking.

A bowl is filled, and the two drink at the same time. Then another bowl is poured. There are no fancy moves, and the only entertainment is the cheers of the people on both sides. It's a simple and straightforward duel.

After finishing the jar of wine, Xiaoshan looked at the withered tree with a hint of surprise in his eyes.

After finishing the two jars of wine, Xiaoshan looked at the withered tree with shock in his eyes.

After finishing the three jars of wine, Xiaoshan's eyes were filled with resentment as he looked at the withered tree.

Four jars of wine, five jars of wine, six jars of wine...