Chapter 403 I did it, Your Majesty is free to do as you please
Song Yanxi deliberately slowed down her pace, and finally, just before entering the door, she saw Eunuch De stand up and walk towards the gate of the post station under the moonlight.
It's so late, where is he going?
"Miss Song." An Yi's respectful voice brought Song Yanxi back to her senses.
She came back to her senses and nodded at him, her eyes falling on Mo Jinchuan who was sitting alone at the table drinking. "Drinking alone, Your Highness is really in a good mood."
Mo Jinchuan raised his eyes, his expression dark, "I have nothing to do, so a drink wouldn't hurt anything."
He twitched the corners of his lips and asked, "Miss, would you be so kind as to have a drink with me?"
According to common sense, Song Yanxi should refuse no matter what since they have to travel early tomorrow morning.
But when she looked into Mo Jinchuan's dark eyes, she couldn't say no.
Forget it, just be unrestrained for once.
After returning to Beijing tomorrow, it would be extremely difficult to have such an opportunity again.
An Yi quickly added cups, bowls and chopsticks, and said tactfully, "Your Majesty and Miss, please enjoy your meal. I'll go to the kitchen and stir-fry two more hot dishes."
Song Yanxi picked up the pot and added more wine, then casually asked, "An Commander also has this skill?"
Mo Jinchuan lowered his eyes, his expression unchanged as he said, "It's not surprising that people in the military can cook some food."
If Cheng Duan were here, he would probably roll his eyes to the sky when he heard this.
When the prince said this, he really didn't care about the lives of these people at all.
They are all big and strong, and they would rather roast chickens and fish without plucking the feathers or removing the scales, and then put them on a string of branches and roast them over the fire. How can they cook anything?
Only His Royal Highness Prince Jin has the leisure time to learn how to roast chicken in order to win the beauty.
"This wine is actually sweet?" Song Yanxi had originally prepared herself to cry because of the spiciness, but she didn't expect it to be so sweet with a hint of fruity aroma.
If she hadn't been able to smell a faint scent of alcohol, she would have even suspected that this was a green plum drink sold at a roadside stall to relieve summer heat.
Mo Jinchuan placed a piece of mutton in her bowl and explained, "This is the green plum wine General Xu brewed before the New Year. It tastes sweet, but don't drink too much."
Song Yanxi raised an eyebrow, "Your Majesty, do you look down on me?"
"How could that be?" Seeing that her cup was empty, Mo Jinchuan took the kettle and filled it up for her, and reminded her again: "Although green plum wine is fruit wine, it is very intoxicating."
Song Yanxi took the wine glass, put it under her nose and smelled it, a rich sweet fragrance.
She didn't like drinking and seldom touched alcohol, but now she inexplicably wanted to have a couple of more drinks.
Especially when seeing Mo Jinchuan's hesitant look, this idea became stronger.
She moved the cup back, frowned, and asked, "How can the prince be so stingy that he can't even spare a sip of wine?"
Mo Jinchuan curled his lips helplessly, "It's just a jar of wine, how could I be reluctant to give it up?
I’m just worried that you can’t handle the alcohol…”
Before he could finish his words, Song Yanxi interrupted, "Your Highness, there's no need to say more. Although I don't have a good alcohol tolerance, I won't be knocked out by two glasses of fruit wine."
My grandfather was open-minded and not fussy about trivial matters. During the Chinese New Year, everyone in the family, young and old, regardless of gender, age or status, would sit down and have a drink.
These youngsters who couldn't drink much sat at a table alone, drinking some weak fruit drinks, and after drinking and laughing, the year passed by.
Speaking of which, this is Song Yanxi's first year spent away from home.
There were no relatives, no master, and even the four bamboos who always chattered around her were gone.
It's really deserted.
The more Song Yanxi thought about it, the more uncomfortable she felt, so she picked up the wine glass and drank it all.
Only after she finished drinking did she realize something was wrong. She looked at the empty wine glass and then at the white jade wine pot on the table.
Mo Jinchuan picked up the wine jug before her and said seriously, "Just one more drink at most."
Given her previous drinking capacity, three cups would be enough.
If you drink any more, you will definitely get drunk.
Song Yanxi pursed her lips and wanted to retort, but just as the words were on her lips, she heard Mo Jinchuan say without hesitation: "If you don't want to, you don't have to drink this cup."
"make a deal."
The translucent liquid swayed gently in the white jade cup, and the aroma of wine filled the air, making people feel itchy for no reason.
Song Yanxi raised her glass and chuckled, "This glass of wine is for the tens of thousands of people in the border town to thank His Majesty for his protection."
Mo Jinchuan rubbed the rim of the cup with his fingertips, his brows lowered, "That's all?"
The word "yes" kept circling on my lips, but I couldn't say it out loud.
Song Yanxi bit her lower lip lightly and said in a low voice, "This glass of wine is also to thank His Highness for taking care of me all the way."
Mo Jinchuan raised his eyes, a faint smile in his eyes, "Is that all?"
Perhaps it was because of the alcohol, or perhaps it was because his ambiguous words made it difficult to answer, Song Yanxi bit the tip of her tongue and felt her cheeks burning.
She lowered her eyes to look at the liquid in the glass, took a deep breath, picked up the glass and drank it all.
"You..." Mo Jinchuan was shocked by her heroic behavior and was at a loss whether to laugh or cry.
Placing the empty wine glass on the table, Song Yanxi coughed lightly and said, "I'll drink it. Your Highness, please do as you please."
Mo Jinchuan raised the corners of his lips slightly, raised his glass and said, "Young lady, you have a good alcohol tolerance."
Song Yanxi licked her lips with an unsatisfied look and said, "My alcohol tolerance is nothing. The female member of my family who can drink the most is my aunt."
Regarding the fact that Shen Qingyun has a good alcohol tolerance, everyone in the Yan Mansion has their own opinions.
Some say that she grew up on horseback, eating meat and drinking wine with big mouthfuls, just like the men in the border town.
Some also say that she was deeply in love and drank to drown her sorrows for a long time after her husband's death. Over time, she developed an extraordinary alcohol tolerance.
Even if he sat at the same table with Old Master Yan, he could drink to the end without changing his expression and did not need to be helped out by servants.
Mo Jinchuan nodded thoughtfully, "If I have the chance in the future, I will definitely bring two jars of good wine and go to visit my aunt."
Hearing the word "aunt" that he blurted out unintentionally, Song Yanxi's ears felt hot and she quickly picked up a piece of food with chopsticks and gave it to him.
Looking at the spring chives in the bowl, Mo Jinchuan's eyes flashed, and he picked up some and brought them to his mouth.
Seeing the smile on his lips as he ate, Song Yanxi thought he liked it and picked up another piece for him with chopsticks.
Mo Jinchuan paused and continued to pick up the food and eat it.
Unexpectedly, he actually liked spring leeks. Song Yanxi picked up two more chopsticks and put them in his bowl, and also picked up a chopstick for herself.
She wanted to try it and see how the leeks in this border town differed from those in Beijing.
Song Yanxi took a bite and found it was indeed delicious.
Just as she was about to praise the deliciousness, she heard a muffled "bang" from the door.
Then came An Yi's voice, which was filled with shock beyond words.
"Master, how can you eat spring chives!"
Song Yanxi turned her head somewhat slowly and asked in confusion, "Why can't the prince eat spring leeks?"
An Yi hurried forward, his face full of anxiety, but he couldn't explain what was going on.
He lowered his voice and said, "Master, please stop eating."
If you eat any more, there will definitely be trouble.
Song Yanxi's brows knitted together as she listened, puzzled, "Spring chives are delicious and in season right now. How could His Majesty not eat them?"
"Because..." An Yi opened his mouth and was about to explain.
Mo Jinchuan interrupted, "An Yi, don't talk nonsense."
An Yi was so anxious that he wanted to spin in circles.
Is he talking nonsense? Others may not know, but how could the prince not know?
Seeing that Mo Jinchuan's neck was slightly red and he was still about to have a fit, An Yi gritted his teeth and knelt down in front of Song Yanxi.
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