Chapter 122: A poem shocks the Rouge Pavilion; the strong man's mentality collapses

"Heir, please!"

Soon, Gao Changwen walked back carrying a pot of wine, poured a cup, and handed it to Wu Cheng.

Wu Cheng took the wine cup and examined the wine in the cup; his eyes were full of suspicion.

This wine was not within his line of sight, which made him, who was cautious by nature, very suspicious.

After all, playboys in Changancheng drugging each other had long been common practice.

But he thought it shouldn't be; drugging an Heir of a dynasty in public—this courage was a bit too big.

But he still didn't drink it, instead saying with a smile, "Brother Gao is truly a strange person; even writing poetry is different from other talented scholars."

"But let's forget about this wine."

Gao Yang deliberately put on a straight face and said, "Does the Heir look down on me and not want to drink?"

"If so, then I am just being sentimental."

Saying this, Gao Yang walked toward the gate again.

Seeing this, Wu Cheng hurriedly stopped him.

If he let Gao Yang catch the opportunity to slip away, wouldn't he have worked in vain?

"Brother Gao, wait."

"If so, then you and I will drink together to help Brother Gao's poetic inspiration burst forth, how about that?"

Wu Cheng picked up the wine cup and looked at the wine pot in Gao Changwen's hand.

This wine of his was just poured from this pot.

This was what he saw with his own eyes.

"Come, fill it up for Brother Gao." Wu Cheng shouted with a smile.

Seeing this, Gao Changwen could only pour another cup.

He couldn't help but look at Gao Yang, feeling a bit worried in his heart.

He said this Wu Cheng was not that stupid; drugging among playboys happened from time to time, so how could Wu Cheng be unprepared?

Since it's drugging, how can it be done openly?

But Gao Yang was calm and relaxed. He took the wine cup and said to Wu Cheng: "Heir, please!"

"Wait!"

"For the sake of the friendship between you and me, this wine should be swapped."

Saying this, Wu Cheng swapped cups with Gao Yang again.

Then as long as Gao Yang dared to drink first, there would definitely be no problem with this wine.

Conversely, there would be a trap.

Gao Yang had a smile on his lips.

After swapping cups, Gao Yang directly tilted his head and drank the wine in his mouth, and while his Adam's apple rolled, he didn't forget to turn the cup downward to show it was drunk clean.

Gao Changwen was stunned.

Could it be that he misunderstood Gao Yang's intention?

He didn't want him to drug him at all?

Or is it that a "poison scholar" should enter the game with his own body, killing a thousand enemies and losing eight hundred?

Wu Cheng breathed a sigh of relief, a smile appearing on his face, "Brother Gao is truly a great drinker; I should drink together to help Brother Gao's poetic inspiration burst forth." ===== CHAPTER 124 =====