Chapter 343 Poisoning the Ears

As the mournful tune began, Mo Lan couldn't sit still. She felt goosebumps all over her body. She couldn't stand this kind of melancholy melody, like a woman who had been waiting for her lover to return for three years, going from anticipation to anxiety to loneliness. It was too disgusting.

You're poisoning your own ears; you're suffering.

Compared to these heart-wrenching melancholy tunes, she preferred the more spirited war songs, with their clanging swords and thunderous drums.

Mo Lan secretly rubbed her arm and glanced at Qin Su opposite her. Through the mask, she noticed that he was squinting and sitting upright, making it impossible to tell whether he was happy or angry.

Does this mean I like it or I don't?

Mo Lan scratched her head in frustration, picked up the wine jug beside her and filled both of their cups; she needed a drink to calm her nerves.

Seeing Mo Lan's distressed expression, Qin Su's lips curved into a smile again, and he finally felt a little better. It must be very frustrating to be misunderstood and have no way to express your suffering.

Qin Su felt his ears hurt listening to this local folk song, but in order to teach the woman opposite him a lesson, he had to endure it and listen to the whole song.

"Come on, let's drink,"

Qin Su looked at the wine glass in front of him, narrowed his eyes, and also picked up his glass. "Cheers."

After downing a cup of sake, the spicy flavor stimulated her taste buds, and Mo Lan finally felt a little better. However, the sake from Qingya Pavilion was really good; after the spiciness, the mouth was left with a pleasant aftertaste.

After downing three cups of wine, Mo Lan finally put down her cup and looked into Qin Su's eyes.

"Do you like listening to this kind of melancholic and wistful tune?"

"I don't like it, it's too depressing." Qin Su looked at Mo Lan and said softly.

Mo Lan: "..."

Emboldened by the alcohol, I allowed her to utter a string of profanities.

Seeing Mo Lan's frustrated expression, Qin Su's lips curled up almost imperceptibly. "I thought you liked it!"

Mo Lan: "..."

Fine, she'll punish herself with a drink.

After downing a glass of wine, Mo Lan quickly waved to Cui'er and Liu'er, "Let's listen to something more upbeat."

She washed her ears first.

"Yes," the two sisters were startled and immediately changed the tune. The master had specifically instructed them to treat these two wealthy masters well.

Although it's still just babbling, the tone is a bit higher and it sounds much better.

Mo Lan poured Qin Su a full glass of wine, raised her glass to him, and asked, "What kind of tune do you like?"

Qin Su tilted his head back and drank the wine, swirling the wine glass in his hand. He thought seriously for a moment, "War drums... I joined the army at the age of twelve. The thing I heard most often was war drums. At first, I followed my grandfather in his campaigns to the south and north, helping to recover lost territories and expand the borders. Later, after leaving the army, I worked in the Ministry of War. The thing I heard most often was the sound of soldiers training. As for other things, apart from the songs and dances at palace banquets, I haven't heard much else."

Hearing Qin Su's tone, Mo Lan raised her wine glass and clinked it against his. Poor kid!

"Let's have another drink!" For some reason, Mo Lan felt that this was very much in line with Qin Su's style.

In the blink of an eye, the two jugs of wine were gone, and Mo Lan showed no signs of drunkenness. "Someone, bring two more jugs of wine."

"Yes, young master, please wait a moment." The maid who was guarding the door turned and left. A moment later, she brought over two pots of wine.

"Cui'er, can you play war songs?"

Cui'er was taken aback by the question. Looking into Mo Lan's bright eyes, her face immediately turned red with embarrassment. "This servant knows a song to welcome the victorious soldiers. I wonder if it suits your taste, young master?"

"Try it quickly," Mo Lan leaned back on the cushion, holding a wine jug in her hand, squinting as she waited.