After three rounds of wine, the atmosphere was already extremely hot. Just like the usual atmosphere of a restaurant, once it was opened, no matter what position and power, the venue below was no longer divided into tables. The generals brought their confidants back and forth between the various countries, met old friends, and met new friends, and gave each other a glass of wine. The wine was so lively.

At the chief table, several senior generals dealt with several batches of generals who came to toast. They all had their faces flushed when they drank, and only a large number of people like Leng Yuan were calm and composed.

This is not surprising. It is said that the Leng family has an amazing alcohol tolerance. Evolutionaries of Leng Yuan, all the generals and husbands of the audience drank with her. It is still unknown whether they can drink her.

The stronger the evolver itself, the stronger the cell activity, and the stronger the ability to decompose alcohol. Naturally, the better the alcohol content. Of course, Luo You's "shame of the evolver" in alcohol content is not included.

After a few glasses of good wine, the old marshal's yellow face drank a little bloody. He squinted his eyes slightly and sighed: "I'm so happy to drink. This kind of big banquet should come often. Think about how petty we talk about when we cook wine and talk to each other every year."

Leng Yuan drank a bowl of rice wine in one go and said with a smile: "Okay, the Grand Marshal might as well hold a banquet for himself every year in the future to ensure the excitement."

The old marshal waved his hand and smiled meaningfully, "No, there are not many days left. He is already a person who has half his foot into the coffin. If you don't lose this fee, you will have some money left to subsidize the civilians and reward the three armies."

As soon as these words were said, the atmosphere became a little silent. If it were a few years ago, the old marshal said that he had not had much time, it would be a polite word, and he said it to me.

But this time, the old marshal is already in the midst of the war. It is considered long to live to 80 in the old generation, let alone this new era. In addition, the old marshal was seriously injured in the war, so the "day" is probably not that far away.

However, Leng Yuan was very smart and immediately laughed and activated the atmosphere, saying, "The time has not come, why worry about it? Come! Drink two more cups, and you will be respected by three points until the King of Hell!"

The old marshal laughed and asked the servant to fill the rice wine, and drank the cold pot all over.

After the yellow wine was in his stomach, the old marshal placed an empty cup, was silent for a moment, looked at Leng Yuan with deep eyes, and asked without warning: "Yuan, do you want to be a marshal?"

Leng Yuan was so scared that she stood up in a panic and said in surprise: "What does the marshal mean? Do you suspect that I have the intention to usurp the rebellion and seize the throne?"

"Oh~..." The old marshal waved his hand and signaled Leng Yuan to sit down. He smiled angrily, "It's all my own people, why do you do this? We all know in our hearts that among the people at the chief director's table, one of them is the next marshal, who is just responsible for it."

Lu Changqing asked tentatively: "Is the Marshal intending to make Yuan the general?"

"Hey, I didn't say that, I just asked casually~" Although the old marshal was joking, those discerning people who had been in the central government for a long time could see that the old marshal had already had this idea. For nothing else, Leng Yuan had the qualifications with his loyalty in the Second Patriotic War.

What is the throne of the marshal? That is to command the three armies to control the entire empire, either one person or ten thousand people. The marshal is the "one person". If anyone says he doesn't want to be, he can just pull him out and seize his post. He doesn't even have the ambition to be a marshal, and you are a nonsense.

Therefore, no one said that, but everyone in the main table would have the idea of ​​becoming a marshal, and no one was exceptional. Although the old marshal mentioned this today, it was not formally mentioned, but it was also a test of the temptation.

Liu Fusu reacted quickly, and no matter what he thought, he still said respectfully: "No matter who is the one who is the marshal, we will do our duty."

Leng Yuan also said sincerely: "If the marshal thinks I can do it and call me, I will not retreat. If he feels it is inappropriate and hand it over to others, I will definitely guard the country for this person."

"Okay, okay." The old marshal stretched out his old hand, holding Liu Fusu with one hand and Leng Yuan with the other, holding the hands of the two of them together, and said with a smile, "You two are both literary and military. What I fear most is that you see your political disagreement. Now that you are all so honest, I feel relieved."

The four words "political disagreement" cannot be explained clearly in a few words, because fundamentally it means disagreement of ideas, disagreement of values, disagreement of world views, and disagreement of life views. Do you think that thing is a treasure, I think it is garbage, do you think that person is a waste, and I think that person is a great wise man.

Even if it is put in daily life, this kind of disagreement of concepts will cause severe conflicts, let alone a major event in the country.

Liu Fusu and Leng Yuan have had a long political disagreement, and there have been many conflicts. The conflict between the two factions has long been deeply rooted and cannot be resolved by the old marshal just a few words. However, at this time, both of them gave the old marshal a very favorable face and did not raise any objections to this.

"Today is such a good day. Everyone drinks and talks with joy and be honest..." The old marshal said, his eyes rolling down from the court. He narrowed his eyes slightly and asked, "I didn't pay attention just now, why do I feel like there are many more faces?"

Leng Yuan explained: "In the war, many senior generals died, and many of them were new backbone selected from the army."

"Oh... I'm so young, reminding me of my energy." The old marshal stared at the young blood, smiled deeply, and said to himself, "I'm the end of the last era. This era still belongs to young people after all."

The old marshal said, and in a trance, his eyes fell on a side table.

The boy in the table was in the main position, wearing a major general's uniform was listening to his companions. He didn't know if he could sense something, but his rosy eyes changed his gaze and met the old marshal's eyes.

After a long look at each other, the old marshal's eyes changed, and it was light and dark. He didn't say anything, but stretched out his old hand and slowly poured himself a glass of wine. Then he silently raised his glass and toasted the direction where the boy was. Regardless of whether the other party had responded or not, he drank it all in one go and stopped looking at the boy.

Soon after, a servant ran up and lowered his voice beside the old marshal and said, "Master Marshal, I think the wine is almost over. Are we going to the next stage?"

"Huh?...oh!" The old marshal was drunk and reacted a little slowly for a moment. He waved his hand and said, "You ask Yuan, she is the protagonist today, and she just needs to say yes."

Leng Yuan nodded to the servant, and at the same time made a gesture to remove the wine from this table and not let the old marshal drink it again.

The attendant did as he did. After he pulled out of the wine, he came to the front of the stage and the voice came out through the loudspeaker: "Generals, offer gifts in turn according to the table.
Chapter completed!