The Great Tang Dynasty's Trans-Dimensional Conference: Little Rhinoceros Arrives

At this point, Li Shimin subconsciously recalled his previous experiences of being drunk, and it was all too painful to recount.

As the young eunuch poured wine into the bowl in front of them, Cheng Yaojin and the others widened their eyes in surprise.

"Is this wine?"

If they hadn't already smelled that extremely strong alcohol odor, they would have thought it was water.

"This wine is so clear! There isn't a single impurity!"

"Not bad, but the bottle for holding the wine is also nice."

"Mmm, I thought beer was already amazing enough, but I didn't expect there to be another surprise!"

After filling everyone's bowls with baijiu, the air was filled with the aroma of alcohol.

"My God, this wine smells amazing!"

"Ugh, I can't take it anymore, I can't hold back!"

As Cheng Yaojin was speaking, he picked up the large bowl and prepared to put the wine in his mouth, but Lin Fan, who was standing next to him, quickly stopped him.

"Uncle Cheng, please wait a moment!"

At this moment, the wine in the bowl had already gotten onto his lips. Upon hearing Lin Fan's voice, Cheng Yaojin had no choice but to stop immediately.

"Your Highness, what's wrong?" Cheng Yaojin smelled the wine so close to his mouth, and felt as if a kitten was scratching at his heart.

"This liquor is quite strong; I think you should try a small sip first."

Cheng Yaojin was completely unfazed by Lin Fan's warning. "Hahaha, Your Highness, you underestimate me! I'm not bragging, but I've drunk more strong liquor in my life than you've drunk water!"

He has always loved wine. Whether it's cloudy wine or rice wine, he can easily drink three or five jars without batting an eye. How strong could this wine, which looks almost like water, be?

After saying that, Cheng Yaojin prepared to drink it all in one gulp under everyone's watchful eyes.

Well, it turns out my reminder was unnecessary. Lin Fan shut his mouth and watched Cheng Yaojin make a fool of himself with great interest.

As he expected, Cheng Yaojingang took a big gulp and stopped just as he was about to take a second gulp.

"Old Cheng, how does this wine taste?" Yuchi Gong stared at Cheng Yaojin with anticipation.

Cheng Yaojin didn't speak; at that moment, he only felt a surge of fire burning his internal organs up his throat.

Having grown accustomed to rice wine and the beer I had just drunk, this liquor in my hand felt as fierce as the flames of war, burning directly from the tip of my tongue all the way to my stomach.

Cheng Yaojin clutched his chest, panting for a while. He smacked his lips, both surprised and amazed, and exclaimed, "Good heavens! Is there really such strong liquor in this world?! That one sip felt like being whipped by an enemy soldier! But it was exhilaratingly strong!"

After saying that, he seemed to have recovered and picked up the bowl to gulp down another large mouthful.

Seeing Cheng Yaojin's reaction, the crowd became too lazy to wait any longer and picked up their bowls to drink, though they didn't gulp it down like Cheng Yaojin.

However, despite being mentally prepared, after taking a sip of wine, everyone except Yuchi Gong and Qin Qiong couldn't help but cough.

"Heavens, Your Majesty, this wine is really strong!" Fang Xuanling said, putting down the large bowl in his hand and taking a swig from the half-empty bottle of beer beside him.

"Hahaha, that was awesome, absolutely awesome!" Yuchi Gong laughed with his mouth wide open.

This liquor has an alcohol content several times that of beer; the Tang Dynasty had never seen liquor with such a high alcohol content before.

The banquet ended amidst merriment, but unable to withstand Cheng Yaojin's persistent pestering, Li Shimin had no choice but to reluctantly send Wu She to fetch seven more bottles of wine.

Before the event ended, Changsun Wuji, Fang Xuanling, and others came to Lin Fan one by one to express their gratitude and invited him to visit their residence when he had time.

Of course, none of them mentioned their previous conversation with Li Shimin in the side hall.

Li Shimin had drunk quite a bit by this time. After exchanging a few words with Lin Fan and the princesses, he returned to his palace to rest with Wu She's help.

Leaving behind a mess for the palace servants to clean up, Lin Fan was preparing to take the two little princesses back to the palace to bid farewell to Empress Zhangsun when the little princess spoke up.

"Brother, why aren't you going back yet?"

Lin Fan turned around, looked at Li Tai and Li Chengan in the wheelchair behind him, and suddenly remembered what Li Chengan had told him. He smiled and said:

"Qingque, it's so late, you should take Chenggan back to rest as soon as possible."

Upon hearing this, Li Tai kept rubbing his hands together, his face showing a hesitant expression.

"What's wrong? Is there something else?" Lin Fan asked knowingly.

"Hehe." Li Tai chuckled twice. "Well, I have a little something I'd like to discuss with you, brother."

Lin Fan raised an eyebrow, patted his bottom, and sat down directly on the steps next to him.

"What is it? Tell me."

Seeing this, Li Tai also plopped down next to Lin Fan.

"Brother, look, I've been back for so long now. I wonder when I'll have the chance to go back to the afterlife again?"

"Oh, you really want to go to the afterlife that much?"

"Of course." Li Tai nodded nervously.

Lin Fan pretended to ponder for a moment and then said, "Alright, then tell me, what do you want to do in the future?"

"Of course, it's playing games and watching videos," Li Tai blurted out without thinking.

However, he quickly realized that what he said was too blunt, and immediately lowered his head in embarrassment.

Lin Fan couldn't help but chuckle upon hearing this.

But Li Tai is indeed at the age where he should be playing around, and he no longer has the mind to fight for the throne, so it's not a problem to let him play around.

Thinking of this, Lin Fan nodded, "It's not that you can't go if you want."

"Really?" Li Tai was overjoyed instantly.

Lin Fan waved his hand and continued, "Really, but let's make it clear beforehand that you can't just play games or use your phone when you get there. You have to do something productive."

"Huh? What's wrong?" Li Tai's joyful mood instantly turned into some unease.

Lin Fan stroked his chin thoughtfully. If he remembered correctly, Li Tai in history seemed to have written a book about geography. Could he think of some ways to do that?

Although he had a general idea of ​​what to do, Lin Fan still wanted to ask Li Tai for his opinion.

"Qingque, may I ask you a question first?"

"What's the problem, brother?"

"What are your thoughts on the overall landscape, products, historical sites, historical anecdotes, and customs of the Tang Dynasty?"

"Huh? What opinion could I possibly have about these things?" Li Tai looked at Li Chenggan beside him with a blank expression.

Li Chengan didn't know Lin Fan's specific intention in asking this question, so he could only grimace and say:

"Qingque, why are you looking at me like that? This is a question your brother asked you."

Upon hearing this, Li Tai scratched his head in frustration. After thinking for a while, he tentatively asked, "Brother, what do you think I should say?"