Chapter 84 Flirting and rolling directly to the bed

Seeing that she was the only one left at the table, Song Jin was worried that she wouldn't be able to cope with it, so she tried to find an excuse.

The reason was simple: to make cocktails for them.

The girl had never seen anything new and was very curious. Knowing that Song Jin was not good at playing cards, she let her do what she wanted.

Song Jin got rid of himself and breathed a sigh of relief as he walked out of the flower hall.

The recipe was thought of early on. Use melon juice with ice and add wine. If you don't have a shaker, then don't shake it. Anyway, there's no need to be so particular when drinking at home.

It was the season for eating melons, so the county government naturally provided Pan Sheng with plenty of them. Song Jin took the melon, peeled it, removed the pulp, scraped off the sweet and soft part in the center with a spoon, and filtered out the juice with gauze.

As for the remaining hard parts, cut them into small pieces with a knife, crush them in a mortar and then filter out the juice.

She and the servants from the county government worked in the kitchen and prepared a lot of things. They also got some ice and then brought it back to the hall.

Ji Shubai was called away for something urgent, and when he came back, more than half an hour had passed. When he walked outside the flower hall, he heard a lot of hustle and bustle inside.

What is "Xia Yunfeng, fire burns plum blossoms, half of the river is burned red, and the rice in the field is half burnt."

What is "Ugly slave, met Gonglingsun, beef waist three feet thick, eat seven or eight bowls of soft vines in one meal."

A burst of laughter came from outside, and Ji Shubai was listening with a frown. It would be fine if he just ordered randomly, but the key point was that every time he finished, he heard Pan Sheng say "I drink, I drink", as if he was afraid that the wine would be snatched away by someone.

He quickened his pace and walked in, and what he saw was amazing.

Pan Sheng was half lying on the table, holding an empty cup in his hand. Miss Pan was sitting next to him, her face flushed and her eyes dazed.

As for Song Jin, he stood up the moment he came in, like a normal person, but a closer look revealed that something was wrong. His eyes were staring blankly, and one hand was still hooked on the edge of the table, and it seemed that he would fall down if he let go.

"How much did you drink?"

Song Jin just shook his head slightly without saying anything. Ji Shubai immediately knew that he was drunk.

He quickly called someone to send Pan Sheng back, and Miss Pan was sent away by her own servants. As for Song Jin, he stood there straight, as if there was a stick growing in his body.

"Maybe walking?"

Song Jin still shook his head and said nothing.

Ji Shubai saw that everyone was drunk and confused. He couldn't help but sigh and looked around the room. There were only men in the room, except Miss Pan, who was accompanied by a woman, but they had already left.

He turned around and glared at Song Jin who was in a daze. He bent down to hug him, but he couldn't lift him up. His legs were as stubborn as his temper.

Ji Shubai tapped her knee: "Relax."

Song Jin obediently relaxed his knees, and as a result, his whole body relaxed. He leaned limply on Ji Shubai's shoulders, and his hands climbed up instinctively.

Ji Shubai picked up the person and adjusted his posture, and Song Jin also adjusted his posture. This adjustment stunned Ji Shubai.

Song Jin put his arms on Ji Shubai's shoulders, wrapped his arms around his neck, hugged him tightly, and buried his head in his neck.

At first, it was just his forehead against his neck, then the tip of his nose, and later even his lips. Ji Shubai was so stunned that he even forgot to breathe.

Song Jin didn't know all this. She only knew that a fragrance came into her nose, faint and indistinguishable. She couldn't open her eyes, so she could only use her nose to search, and as a result, she found Ji Shubai's neck.

This man smells good.

She just sniffed the fragrance, nestled in his neck, not moving at all. No matter how Ji Shubai told her to relax, she didn't hear him. In the end, Ji Shubai had no choice but to bite the bullet and carry her out.

Everyone they met along the way looked at Ji Shubai and the person in his arms with strange eyes.

I’ve seen people hugging each other, but I’ve never seen people hugged like this. It means their relationship is not simple.

I heard that some people like this. Look at the man in your arms, so weak, like a woman, you can tell at a glance that he is not innocent.

Can you just bring it out?

Without listening carefully, Ji Shubai could guess what those people would say about him. At this moment, he felt as if needles were growing all over his body and felt uncomfortable all over. He had to quicken his pace and go to Song Jin's house.

Song Jin was shaken a little in his arms and finally let go of his hand and raised his head. Ji Shubai breathed a sigh of relief.

"We'll be there soon."

Song Jin stared blankly at the opening and closing mouth, then looked at the face, watching one nose turn into two noses, and two eyes turn into four eyes.

Ji Shubai's head was split.

Song Jin suddenly reached out, hugged Ji Shubai's two heads, and squeezed them hard in the middle, vowing to merge the two heads together.

"What are you doing?"

Song Jin didn't answer, her eyes were fixed on the red lips that were opening and closing again. She stretched out her thumb and rubbed it curiously.

Soft, smooth and cool.

"Don't move!"

Ji Shubai was so angry that he almost ran away.

Song Jin couldn't take his eyes off those lips. They were red and not very thick. The corners of their lips were pointed and the peaks of their lips were obvious. They looked like they were outlined with an art pen. They were really tempting.

If you don't take advantage of an opportunity, you're a bastard.

Song Jin moved up quickly with lightning speed, and just as he was about to kiss her, he felt a sharp pain in his butt.

Ji Shubai was really annoyed. It would have been fine if he had just gotten drunk and carried her back to the house, but she put her lips on his neck and was being watched all the way. When they were already in the house and about to be put on the bed, she hugged his face again and squeezed hard, and even kissed him in the end.

He was so angry that his arms shook, causing Song Jin to roll in his arms and directly onto the bed.

Song Jin fell and faced the wall, confused and sober. While he was still wondering whether he had kissed her, he heard Ji Shubai's scolding from behind.

"How can you, a woman, do such a thing?"

“You…you…”

"When you wake up tomorrow, I will settle the score with you!"

Song Jin touched his lips, but couldn't remember whether he had kissed her or not. Now that he was scolded again, he simply pulled the quilt over his head and pretended to sleep.

Let’s talk about tomorrow’s things tomorrow.

When I woke up again, the sun was already high in the sky and another day had passed.

Song Jin had been drunk for two consecutive days and had a headache and dizziness. He got up and stumbled out to find water to wash up. As soon as he finished his work, he met a clerk.

"Hey, Master Lu, I'm here. Master Ji said that you should go find him as soon as you wake up."

Song Jin would rather not wake up yet.

"Oh, by the way, Master Ji is now at Master Pan's place, you can go directly to Master Pan."

After saying this, the man looked Song Jin up and down with an ambiguous smile on his lips.

It was true that Song Jin was hungover, but not to the point of having a blackout. She remembered clearly that she almost molested Ji Shubai yesterday.

She said almost because she really couldn't remember whether she kissed him or not.

If they ask me to go over there now, it must be to settle the score.

Song Jin sighed. When you are under someone's roof, you have to bow your head. So he went to Lord Pan's house dejectedly.

There are quite a few people in Lord Pan's room at the moment, including those in the living room and some in the bedroom.

Song Jin took a quick look and saw that the county magistrate and Ji Shubai were both there.

Why don't you give people sleep?

Just as Song Jin stretched her neck to look inside, Ji Shubai caught a glimpse of her and immediately walked out quickly.

This is not good. It looks like they are going to settle the score.

"Let me ask you, how much did you drink yesterday?"

Song Jin turned her still unclear mind: "...quite a lot."

"How much is quite a lot?"

Song Jin frowned, trying hard to recall what happened after Ji Shubai left yesterday.

The wine was quite popular. When Pan Sheng won, he had to drink a glass to cheer himself up. When others lost, they had to drink a glass to keep each other company. At first, they drank in wine cups, but later they felt it was not satisfying enough, so they switched to tea cups. When the wine pot was empty, someone would fill it up, and it never stopped. She had no idea how much she had drunk.

"No...I don't remember."

Ji Shubai sighed deeply.

"But it should be fine. I'm fine too."

"How old are you? How old is Master Pan?"

Song Jin panicked when he heard this, thinking that Pan Sheng should be over sixty years old this year, right?

It’s over. Could she have killed him by drinking?

Seeing Ji Shubai go back in, Song Jin could no longer stand and followed him into the house. Looking over everyone's shoulders, she saw Pan Sheng's lips slightly open, his lips were pale, his eyes were tightly closed, and no matter how people around him pushed or called him, he did not move.

It's really over now.

Song Jin panicked, his body went limp, and he leaned against the wardrobe, his mind constantly thinking that something was wrong.

According to historical records, Pan Sheng was summoned to Beijing before Zhang Juzheng's death. Although he did not serve as an official again, he still lived for several years and died in his seventies. How could he die at her hands today?

Song Jin thought, it’s over, the course of history has been changed by her.

etc!

Song Jin thought of a new possibility.

If she really drank Pan Sheng to death, the historical record would be changed, so could more records be changed?

For example, let Li Chengliang directly kill Genghis Khan's two brothers to prevent the expansion of Jurchen power.

But who can we ask to take Jianzhou? We can't let Heilongjiang become a foreign country.

If all else fails, she will kill that bastard Wanli, overthrow Zhu's descendants who are greedy and fertile, and then she will ascend the throne to become the empress.

But where can I find people to help me?

Song Jin's mind was still not clear, and his thoughts jumped from Pan Sheng's death to overthrowing the Ming Dynasty, conquering the Jianzhou Jurchens, ascending the throne as an empress, and overthrowing the feudal system, until a cough was heard, followed by a group of people shouting:

"Master Pan? Master Pan? Are you awake?"

The empress’s dream was shattered.

"Um--"

Pan Sheng's tired eyes were forced open by the noise from several people.

"They are all here..."

"They are all here. You scared the students to death."

"Drink...drank too much."

Pan Sheng woke up and everyone breathed a sigh of relief. Song Jin retracted the butcher knife that was aimed at Wanli, but Ji Shubai looked over here.

"Come out with me."

Song Jin followed him out with his head down.

Ji Shubai stopped in the yard.

"Can you be more sensible in what you do in the future?"

"Oh." Very good attitude, no argument.

"How much did you drink yesterday?"

"A little bit."

"A little bit?"

Song Jin gritted his teeth and nodded. Ji Shubai almost wanted to laugh: "That means you remember what happened yesterday, right?"

Song Jin immediately shook his head: "I don't remember."

Ji Shubai's lips were almost pursed into a slit: "You are so clean."

Gnashing of teeth.

"From now on, you are not allowed to drink when you go out."

Song Jin nodded hurriedly.

I don’t know whether Ji Shubai really believed it or was too busy to care about it. Anyway, Song Jin escaped until Qingshan came to find her.

"You messed with my master again?"

Song Jin was chewing the melon and didn't dare to say a word.

"Why do you always annoy my master?"

Song Jin also felt guilty: "I drank too much, it wasn't intentional."

"Then go and comfort him. You don't know how many times I've been scolded in the past two days."