Day after day, the wedding day soon arrived.
On the wedding day, the entire Prime Minister's residence was extremely lively, with red silk hanging in the corridors.
By evening, Yan Li was taken back to the East Palace by Wen Yichu.
Inside the room, the red silk curtains were warm, and the two people were half-undressed.
“Ali”.
"I have finally married you."
"My dear Ali, you will always be with me, right?"
It was unclear how much time had passed, but the red candles had already burned more than halfway. At this moment, Yan Li was pressed down on the red bed by Wen Yichu and forced to listen to his incessant ramblings.
"Ah Li, can you feel it?"
Why aren't you saying anything?
Wen Yichu lowered her eyes and chuckled softly, then bit Yan Li's shoulder again. After a while, she heard that soft moan as she had hoped.
He gently pinched her chin with his fingers and kissed her again: "Ah Li, isn't it too early to sleep now?"
…*…
Wen Yichu's reputation was so great that no one dared to disturb his wedding night.
It's not a big deal that he slipped away, but it's Wen Zizhuo who suffered because Wen Chuping specially let him out to shield him from drinking.
Normally, the officials in the court and their sons would not dare to act recklessly, but today is a special day, so they naturally became more unrestrained.
Adhering to the principle that if they couldn't get the crown prince drunk, they could get the other princes drunk as well, they kept offering toasts.
Wen Zizhuo drank one cup after another.
Wen Beichen and Wen Nan, who accompanied them, naturally couldn't escape either, and were also given quite a bit of alcohol.
Unlike others, Wen Beichen and Wen Nan had extremely poor alcohol tolerance. Before long, they collapsed onto the table, muttering, "Keep drinking, keep drinking, there's plenty of alcohol."
Wen Zizhuo looked at this scene with disgust, then put two peanuts in his mouth and chewed them.
Before long, officials and ministers who could no longer hold out began to disperse one after another.
After the guests had all left.
"Come on, let's keep drinking, we won't leave until we're drunk."
Wen Zizhuo sat down next to Wen Beichen, then put his arm around his neck, pulled him up, and placed the wine glass in his hand in his palm.
Wen Beichen was caught off guard and swallowed the wine directly after receiving it.
The next second.
Seeing that he had drunk the wine, Wen Zizhuo said, "Fourth brother, your second brother has a deal here that's guaranteed to be profitable, you..."
Instantly, Wen Beichen jolted awake. His drunken eyes were no longer blurry, and he instinctively refused, saying, "Don't think about it, I won't talk about it."
He doesn't want to be a dog.
"No, fourth brother, this time your second brother is really not lying to you, it's absolutely true, a business that will make you a lot of money."
"Just lend me five hundred taels first. I promise, it will be for three months. I will pay you back eight hundred taels then."
Upon hearing this, Wen Beichen could no longer sit still. He staggered to his feet.
"No, Second Brother, I only like to do small business. I don't need you to pay back the three hundred taels from before. That's fine."
"I can't hold my liquor, so I'll stop drinking and take my leave now."
Wen Zizhuo looked at Wen Beichen, who was still not fully sober, and tugged at his sleeve: "Fourth brother, that's a full eight hundred taels, and it's gold."
"What eight hundred taels?" Wen Nan also woke up, grabbing Wen Zizhuo's arm and asking, "I want it, I want it..."
"What do you want!"
Fifth brother is still too inexperienced in the ways of the world.
They can't even see through this scam.
"What eight hundred taels? Wen Zizhuo, don't try to fool me. If I really gave you another five hundred today, hehe,"
Wen Beichen grabbed Wen Nan and pulled her up, then continued:
"Adding the previous three hundred, the eight hundred you gave me is just enough to pay off the money you owe me."
"Speechless now, huh?"
He didn't lose money, but he didn't make any either.
The most likely outcome is that he will never get the money back. Now, just thinking about the three hundred taels of gold that he can't get back makes his heart ache.
Seeing that Wen Zizhuo was no longer trying to argue, Wen Beichen turned around triumphantly, pulled Wen Nan, who was even more bewildered than him, along with him, and walked out of the East Palace.
He dares to talk to Wen Zizhuo at a time like this? If Wen Zizhuo goes to his mansion and moves his treasury tomorrow, let's see who he can cry to then.
Wen Zizhuo, who was left behind: I didn't expect that I would actually find out.
But can't there be more trust between people?
It's truly disheartening.
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