"Young Master Jing, isn't that a bit unfair of you?"
As he spoke, Su Xinping turned his wine glass upside down for Jing Zhe to see.
Not a drop of wine was left.
As Jing Zhe tore apart a chicken leg, he squeezed out a sentence from between his teeth, which were stuffed with meat.
"What's wrong with it?"
"I toast you, and I drink it all, but you don't drink it. Do you think that's fair?"
"It's really authentic, it's just missing the hat."
Jing Zhe mischievously mimicked the old man from Jingzhou, "After all, I already said that before we started drinking!"
"You said it beforehand? What did you say—"
Suddenly, Su Xinping remembered the phrase "You can do whatever you want with me," and it seemed... it really made sense!
I was careless!
It's not that our army isn't brave, it's just that the enemy is too cunning!
Su Xinping shook his head and decided to start over.
"Okay, that was just the first one, the second one—"
"etc!"
Jing Zhe interrupted him, then laughed and said, "Before this toast, Shi Zi has to punish himself with a cup!"
"Why should I punish myself with a drink?"
"If you lift your butt, you have to drink again! That's drinking culture, you must know that, right?"
Su Xinping had indeed never heard of it. He then looked at Feng Lianru, who also had never heard of it, but he was afraid of revealing his ignorance and offending Jing Zhe, so he nodded.
Yes, yes!
"All right!"
Su Xinping finished his drink, but before he could even sit down, Jing Zhe refilled his glass: "If you're standing, it doesn't count as drinking! Persimmon, how could you forget about this?"
"..."
So Su Xinping drank a third cup of wine, thinking, "This time everything should be alright, right?"
To everyone's surprise, Jing Zhe pointed at him, then at himself and Su Moyan, and said, "Sitting in the middle right away, your alcohol tolerance must be extraordinary!"
"This is so much fun!"
Su Moyan, who was already drunk, clapped his hands and forgot that it was his order to have Su Xinping get Jing Zhe drunk. He turned around and betrayed him.
"Xinping, drink up quickly, I still want to hear more!"
"..."
Su Xinping felt he had been tricked, but there was nothing he could do but grit his teeth and drink it.
But little did he know that this was just the beginning of a nightmare; next, Jing Zhe's witty remarks began to bombard him relentlessly.
"Liquor is made from grains, the more you drink, the younger you get!"
One glass down…
"Liquor is made from grain; not drinking it would be a sin!"
Another cup...
"The wine is from the Yi River; the more you drink, the more beautiful you become!"
One more...
Su Xinping really wanted to ask Jing Zhe, "Where the hell did you learn so many slutty lines?"
But Jing Zhe's speed gave him no chance at all!
"I'd rather have a hole in my body than a crack in my relationship. Persimmon isn't a woman; she already has holes in her body, so why would she want a crack? Drink up!"
"..."
"No matter how far apart we are, our feelings are boundless. We really can't refuse this drink. Let's add some persimmons to deepen our bond. Drink up!"
"..."
"When friends are together, everyone is happy! So drinking must be thorough. Persimmon, are you planning to raise fish in that glass?"
Su Xinping subconsciously wanted to drink more, but his body was no longer under his brain's control, and his eyelids began to droop. The next moment, he could no longer hold on and collapsed onto the table.
Before he collapsed, his only thought was that getting drunk was good, at least he would have an alibi.
Goodbye, Jing Zhe!
"Hey, Persimmon, don't think you can avoid drinking by pretending to be asleep. Get up and drink!"
Jing Zhe urged impatiently, dissatisfied.
Feng Lianru, who had been mostly silent, stood up and said, "Young Master Jing, please don't make things difficult for the Prince of Jin's heir. He's probably really drunk!"
Jing Zhe glanced back at him and said something directly.
"Since you haven't said a word, you must not be afraid of drinking! Lord Feng, how about we have a drink?"
Feng Lianru was terrified and waved his hands repeatedly, begging for mercy.
Yesterday, Jing Zhe descended to earth like a god, composing poems, lyrics, and showing off his calligraphy. He didn't see it, but he did get a taste of Jing Zhe's skill in writing humorous poems to persuade people to drink. He could take down two people by himself. How could he dare to risk his life?
"Young Master Jing, please spare me!"
"Drink it!"
Although Su Moyan hadn't fainted yet, he was clearly already out of his mind and was starting to slur his words.
"Young Master Jing, look, His Highness has had too much to drink. Why don't we call it a day?"
"All right!"
Jing Zhe agreed, seemingly still wanting more. Feng Lianru smiled bitterly to himself. These two had set up a banquet to get others drunk, but ended up collapsing themselves. How embarrassing.
"Young Master Jing, I'll go arrange a carriage for you!"
"No need, it's not far anyway, we can just walk back and have a snack!"
Jing Zhe patted his bulging belly and said.
"All right…"
Seeing that Jing Zhe was sober, Feng Lianru did not insist and sent them out of the East Palace.
...
Today is August 16th.
There's an old saying that goes, "The moon is fullest on the sixteenth day of the lunar month, not the fifteenth."
Last night, Jing Zhe was so busy showing off and plagiarizing poems that he didn't even have time to appreciate the full moon. That's why he deliberately refused Feng Lianru's offer to take him by carriage, thinking he could enjoy the moon on his way back as a way to celebrate the Mid-Autumn Festival.
But things didn't go as planned; there was no moon tonight.
During the day, the sky was fine, the autumn air was crisp and the sun was shining brightly. But at night, a large, dark cloud blew in from somewhere and completely covered the horizon.
It was better when we came out of the East Palace. Perhaps for the convenience of patrolling, there was a lantern hanging every now and then. Although it wasn't very bright, it wasn't too dark either.
But once they left Donggong Street and turned into the alleyway next to it, the true darkness of ancient times was completely exposed to Jing Zhe. It wasn't pitch black, but it wasn't much better.
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