There was no toast or any words, Zhao Yuanzuo just had a drink with Zhao Yuanli.

After finishing the cup, the three members of Nanliang King Zhao Yuanzuo's family said goodbye, got on the carriage, and headed towards Daliang under the escort of the five clan guards.

Looking at the old carriage driving far into the distance, Zhao Hongrun felt incredible.

"Sixth Uncle, why didn't you come to greet Third Uncle just to have a drink with him?"

"What did you say?" Zhao Yuanli said with a smile: "We brothers haven't seen each other for many years. Drinking is only the second priority. Having a good chat and reciting the old brotherhood is the most important thing."

After hearing this, Zhao Hongrun said with a look of disbelief on his face: "But you didn't even talk for a few words."

"No, we've already talked about it."

Zhao Yuanli said with a smile. Immediately, he turned over and climbed onto the horse he came from, and said jokingly: "Hongrun, are you going to compete on the way back?"

"No! Let me compete after I have mastered my riding skills. The loser will be you, Uncle Six!"

"Haha, Uncle Six will wait and see... Let's go!"
Chapter completed!