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Jiang Han held the bottle of white liquor, peering inside to see it was full, just as he had expected. He recalled how others sipped the liquor slowly, taking small, measured tastes. But Mu Jinkun was different; he would down an entire bottle in one go. With such a drinking style, not even a bull could handle it.
Well, who asked Mu Jinkun to insist on it? Jiang Han could only reluctantly oblige, fulfilling Mu Jinkun's request. "Mu Jinkun, you don't have to drink if you don't want to!" he pressed further.
Su Qianxue chimed in, "Mu Zhuang, if you can't drink, then don't. Let's put an end to this matter regarding the exam!"
"No, Da Zhou Emperor, he can handle it!" Jiang Han insisted. "Mu Jinkun, you are my most esteemed disciple. Come on!"
Hong Qianjun took the bottle from Jiang Han and handed it to Mu Jinkun. Mu Jinkun looked at the bottle in shock and then at Hong Qianjun. "In your eyes, does His Majesty's decree weigh more than my life?"
"Here’s the deal, Mu Jinkun! I’ll let you have some!" Hong Qianjun felt a bit out of place and decided to take a cup for himself. He poured out a generous amount—about two hundred milliliters—preparing to down it in one go to help his disciple out.
He lifted the cup and took a swig, but after swallowing just a few mouthfuls, he immediately spat it out onto the ground, his face contorted in bitterness as he muttered, "This is fiery liquor!"
"This hardly resembles alcohol; it's poison!" he exclaimed. "Why do I feel a burning sensation in my throat and heart?"
It was Hong Qianjun's first experience with white liquor, and his body reacted strongly. This worried him; he feared something might go wrong. Without thinking twice, he forcibly shoved the cup into Mu Jinkun's hands. "Mu Jinkun, I may not be able to help you! The rest is up to you now. You are my most outstanding student; go for it!"
"Sir, what are you doing?" Mu Jinkun looked at his teacher in utter disbelief.
Hong Qianjun wiped his lips and decided he wouldn’t drink any more.
Jiu Zhu observed this scene and couldn’t help but sigh inwardly. "Hong Qianjun is really something else; just a little bit and he's like that."
"Mu Jinkun! You are a man of this palace!" she declared boldly. "I’ll help you drink half of it."
Jiu Zhu grabbed the bottle and prepared to down half of it in one go. However, after swallowing just a few dozen milliliters, she too ended up spitting it out onto the floor. Tears streamed down her face from the sting of the liquor as she coughed uncontrollably, completely unaccustomed to it.
After years of drinking yellow wine and rice wine, suddenly switching to white liquor was too much for her to handle.
In the next moment, Jiu Zhu waved her hand and suddenly shoved the bottle of liquor into Mu Jinkun's hands. "It's not that I won't help you! It's just that this stuff is simply unbearable!"
"Mu Jinkun, I believe in you. For the sake of our grand plan for the Xia Guo Literary Circle, drink this bottle!"
Mu Jinkun's cheeks twitched, revealing a look of despair. After hesitating for a long time, he finally raised his head and caught sight of Jiang Han's fierce expression, which forced him to grit his teeth and continue drinking.
Glug, glug, glug.
Once again, he downed an entire bottle. After consuming so much liquor on an empty stomach, he quickly felt the effects hit him hard. It felt as if his head was about to explode; tears and snot streamed down his face. When he looked at Jiang Han again, he mumbled a few incoherent words that no one could understand.
"Oh my God! My head hurts!"
He felt a burning sensation in his stomach, as if it were on fire, and his throat felt like it was embedded with a piece of smoldering coal, causing him pain.
Mu Jinkun babbled incoherently, swaying unsteadily on his feet, completely disoriented.
Hong Qianjun watched this scene with lingering fear; he hadn’t even had a drink yet.
"Mu Jinkun! You are my most outstanding student!"
"This trip to the Great Zhou Dynasty has truly been tough on you."
Jiu Zhu sighed inwardly as she observed Mu Jinkun clutching his head and shouting in agony. She thought to herself: "Mu Jinkun! Your efforts today will surely be rewarded in the future! As long as we win and take over the entire literary scene of the Great Zhou Dynasty, when we return, my father will definitely reward you. Who knows? You might even become my consort."
She glanced back at Jiang Han, thinking to herself that as long as they could win two rounds against him, they would surely win the third round! Even if they lost, Mu Jinkun could still drink.
Jiu Zhu mused that Mu Jinkun's limit might be three bottles of liquor; after all, this was only the second bottle.
Cen Ya and Ling Xue watched Mu Jinkun clutching his head and shouting in distress; they were somewhat taken aback by how severe the side effects were.
Piao Xue Zhu scrutinized Mu Jinkun closely and muttered, "He’s going to throw up. He hasn’t eaten anything and can’t bring anything up."
Jiang Han stood with his arms crossed, laughing at the spectacle. "Look at you! Two bottles of liquor—that's three pounds! Drinking three pounds on an empty stomach won’t kill you, but it will make you miserable."
He had originally come to the banquet to celebrate Che Chengyun’s castration. Who would have thought they were playing a game of survival? Well then, let them suffer through it.
"Everyone, we can start the third round now!" Jiang Han shouted.
Mu Jinkun, with a splitting headache and drooling slightly, turned around and asked, "What’s going on?"
"I’ve prepared the third bottle of liquor for you! Come on, let’s begin the third round," Jiang Han said with a smile.
Seeing another bottle of baijiu being brought over, Mu Jinkun felt a bit scared and hurriedly glanced at Hong Qianjun.
Taking a deep breath, Hong Qianjun steeled himself and stepped forward, saying, "For this round, I’ll take charge!"
"Ah!" Jiang Han laughed. "You can pose the question."
As Mu Jinkun watched the two begin their contest, he found an empty table at another banquet to sit down and take a breather.
Just as he lowered his head and tried to think of something, he heard someone calling for him. Opening his eyes, he saw it was Jiang Han.
"What’s wrong?" Mu Jinkun asked in confusion.
"Your master lost; he couldn’t handle his liquor," Jiang Han replied. "So, you’ll have to drink this bottle."
With that, Jiang Han pulled out another bottle of baijiu and handed it to Mu Jinkun, signaling him to down it in one go.
Mu Jinkun looked at his master in shock, only to see him with his head down, his face flushed and silent.
He staggered over and looked at Jiu Zhu in disbelief. "How did it go so quickly?"
Jiu Zhu nodded solemnly. "They just finished the third round."
"I can’t believe it. He lost again to Jiang Han?"
Jiang Han approached and shoved a bottle of baijiu into Mu Jinkun's hands. "Come on, don’t delay; drink up."
"Huh? I have to drink again?"
" Shopkeeper Jiang, are you trying to make sure I don’t survive?"
Mu Jinkun was nearly at his wit's end; he hadn’t expected that after resting for a bit, he would be faced with more drinking.
Jiang Han crossed his arms and said, "Who told you to gamble with me? Besides, your life depends on whether you can survive the duel outside the capital in two or three days."
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