Chapter 128
After the two young men finished their sparring in the courtyard, they rushed into the house, carrying the chill from outside, and took off their wrist guards to sit down.
Wen Shu was sitting next to Zhou Yun on her left. She was about to invite Zhuang Yan to sit down when Zhu Zijin beat her to it and pulled Zhuang Yan to sit opposite her. The seat to her right was left empty and was naturally taken by Pei Lingjun.
The mutton hot pot was warm and comforting to those snuggled together, with white steam constantly rising from it. Wen Shu squinted, a fine sweat appearing on her nose, and leaned back in her armchair, lost in thought. Suddenly, as if remembering something, she exclaimed and said to Wen Ji, "I have plum wine in my room, go and get it quickly. At this time of year, mutton hot pot is best enjoyed with wine!"
Zhuang Yan laughed heartily, pointing at Wen Shu from afar, "You're still thinking about your wine at a time like this? But why plum wine? Don't you prefer pear blossom wine?"
Wenji moved swiftly, bringing over two jars of plum wine and pouring a cup for everyone present.
Pear Blossom Intoxication?
Wen Shu's eyes cleared a little. She didn't even know what pear blossom wine tasted like anymore. It seemed like the last time she drank it was a lifetime ago.
"Shanzhou is so far from Anyang, where am I supposed to buy pear blossom wine?"
Zhuang Yan smelled the wine in the porcelain cup, picked it up to smell and taste it, and tasted a hint of sweet and sour on her tongue, just like the fruit drinks sold in Anyang City. She immediately gulped down a large cup.
"Hmm...that makes sense. Wait for me, wait for me to come from Anyang next time, I'll bring you a few jars...no! I'll bring you a whole cartload!"
The two girls smiled at each other, raised their porcelain cups and clinked them together, then drank a cup of wine separately.
Pei Lingjun helped Wen Shu sit down, and whispered in her ear, "This wine is sweet, but it's also intoxicating. You should drink less."
Wen Shu tilted her head, glanced at Pei Lingjun, her red eyes glistening with tears. She looked at the almost untouched plum wine beside Pei Lingjun and said in the same voice, "Are you impotent?"
Her tone of doubt was too strong. Pei Lingjun suddenly chuckled. He remembered that in his previous life, Wen Shu also loved to drink pear blossom wine. Later, when she went to Jijing with him, he never saw her drink it again.
"Yes, Fourth Sister's alcohol tolerance is too good, I admit defeat."
The two men were talking head to head, thinking they were whispering to each other, unaware that their entire scene was being observed by everyone at the table.
Zhuang Yan had secretly drunk quite a bit of wine in a short while. She looked at the two of them with a slurred tongue and smiling eyes, then suddenly became a little shy and stammered, "Does Young Master Pei like A-Shu?"
"hiss--"
Cui Pei gasped, giving Zhuang Yan a mental thumbs-up. He thought to himself, "Who would have thought that this young lady Zhuang, who usually seems so gentle and kind, is actually so outspoken!"
Everyone was stunned by Zhuang Yan's words, and almost no one noticed that she was referring to Pei Langjun instead of Song Langjun.
Before Pei Lingjun could speak, Wen Shu jumped up and exclaimed, "Ayan, you're drunk!"
Zhuang Yan shook her head slightly, glanced cautiously at Zhu Zijin, then looked away and whispered, "I'm not drunk... I'm perfectly sober..."
Wen Shu and Han Xiang hurriedly helped Zhuang Yan, who was almost asleep, into her room. Zhou Yun finished eating and left first, leaving only Wen Ji, Cui Pei, Pei Lingjun, and Zhu Zijin at the table.
"If you're not Song Yuanzhuo, then who are you?" Wenji gripped the porcelain cup. He had felt something was off for a while, but he had no evidence. And those people last night were not assassins sent by the He family.
The He family were just wealthy merchants in Shanzhou, who usually acted arrogantly and oppressed the people, but they shouldn't have been able to send out so many assassins.
Zhu Zijin coughed lightly, his eyes fixed on the lotus pattern on the table, quiet as if he were in a trance.
While they were in Anyang, their identities had already been revealed to Hanxiang and Zhuangyan, so it was only a matter of time before Wenshu and the others found out.
Pei Lingjun leaned back in his chair. "Pei Lingjun, Commander of the Imperial Guard of Jijing."
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