Shen Yi mocked, "Marshal, how can you say such a thing. As a child, you were taught by the palace's Grand Tutor, all the flatterers praised you as a scholarly general every day, and even dared to bring out the talisman with lousy handwriting you created when drunk to sell for thousands of liang."

Gu Yun slapped the table: "Which son of a bitch sold it? Why didn't I get a single coin?"

Master Feng Han knew how to pick his words; upon seeing that Marshal Gu had the intention of resigning and going home to write calligraphy, he quickly changed the topic, "It's elegant to recite poems and enjoy wine, but it's just like those fairy sounds and elegant music, it's less interesting. We do not need to be so rigid, I think that singing is also very bold and unrestrained..."

Gu Yun said with a smile, "Well said, Master Feng Han! I... "

Hearing that Marshal Gu wanted to 'sing', everyone was shocked, their temples ached as if they had been shot by a Baihong arrow.

Chang Geng quickly took up a piece of crispy meat and stopped Gu Yun's mouth: "Eat more and talk less, your injuries are still not completely healed yet, save your breath. Did you forget the doctor's advice?"

Miss Chen said in a solemn voice: "Yes, Marshal has injured organs, you cannot use your strength just however you please."

Shen Yi could also be flexible, he said cautiously, "Really, you don't need to, Marshal. We all know that you are very good. Let's have a rest."

Ge Chen shivered. "I might have to go put on another coat."

There was a major killing device in the audience, even singing could not be of use. Finally, as the discussion came and went, the civil and military pillars of the country who were tipsy decided to play a very interesting game: Remove the inside of the flower ball, enough for a hand to reach in. Whoever received the flower ball would answer a question from the brocade bag inside. If they couldn't answer the question in the bag, they would be fined three drinks.

After hearing this, Chang Geng immediately raised his hand to cover Gu Yun's Cup: "He can't drink."

Marshal Gu, who had just straightened up, slouched back again and said lazily, "Yes, Your Majesty, then I will just answer nonsense."

His Majesty thought about it. He waved to a personal attendant and whispered a few words. The personal attendant trotted away. After a while, he brought back a small jar and a small porcelain plate. Everyone stretched their necks to look; when the jar was opened, a sour odor immediately splashed onto their face.

"He can't drink wine, but a few sips of vinegar is alright." Chang Geng said with a smile, "They are all made from grain anyway."

Gu Yun: "..."