"Young Master Jing, I... am not a good drinker..."
Chen Jiannan could drink some turbid wine, but he had never tasted strong liquor before. He had heard that it was quite strong, and since he had to attend court the next day, he didn't really want to drink with Jing Zhe.
"Stop talking nonsense. You're supposed to be the second most talented scholar in Yongzhou. What talented scholar can't drink?"
As he spoke, Jing Zhe poured a bowl for Chen Jiannan.
"Come on, are you a man? If you're a man, then take him down!"
"..."
Chen Jiannan was still hesitant and very angry.
Whether the employer and employee are men or not has nothing to do with drinking.
"Hurry up!"
Jing Zhe continued to urge him on, and started making a lot of frivolous remarks.
Not enthusiastic about drinking.
"..."
"With a green hat on your head, you can drink a donkey under the table!"
"..."
After a few witty remarks, Chen Jiannan was in a bind. He had no choice but to drink, especially as he grew angrier and angrier. He secretly resolved to get Jing Zhe drunk and started drinking heavily.
However, someone who wants to get others drunk can't compare to someone who already wants to get drunk.
In no time, Chen Jiannan was slumped on the table, drunk as a dead dog with a green hat.
Jing Zhe was a little puzzled. Logically speaking, he had drunk quite a bit and should have been drunk by now, but he didn't feel it at all. He could only marvel at how magical the jujube pills were, which had improved his physical fitness by more than a little bit and even increased his alcohol tolerance.
However, he cannot help but get drunk now, and dares not not get drunk.
Judging from Liu Jinghong's appearance, he's probably in for a good interrogation.
So after thinking it over, Jing Zhe also lay down on the table.
One part depends on the wine, nine parts on the performance.
Zhu Tong looked at the two of them, shook his head and laughed, "You're still too young. This liquor is so strong, and you drank so many bowls. It's no wonder you got drunk!"
Everyone else nodded in agreement.
Liu Jinghong, standing to the side, stared at Jing Zhe, feeling that his fall just now wasn't quite natural, but couldn't find any particularly obvious faults, and frowned in thought.
"Since they're all drunk, let's call it a day! Madam, please have someone arrange a few rooms for them to stay tonight!"
"Yes, sir!"
"Prime Minister Zhu, Zhe'er and I don't need to go. Our home isn't far from here, we can just go back."
"But my nephew has already drunk..."
"fine."
As Liu Jinghong spoke, she stood up and grabbed Jing Zhe, leaving everyone at the table dumbfounded.
General Jinghong, how terrifying!
Of course, in the end, it was actually Hanhan who carried Jing Zhe home. As they walked into the house, Liu Jinghong watched Jing Zhe's swaying but not disorderly steps from behind, pinching her chin, her eyes suddenly lighting up.
"Silly boy, let me do it!"
Hanhan had just opened the door and hadn't even had a chance to step inside when Liu Jinghong came forward.
"Alright, give him to me. I'll help him inside. You can go to sleep!"
"oh."
Hanhan agreed and then left.
Liu Jinghong lifted Jing Zhe's arm, feeling his weight, and said as they walked, "How long are you going to keep up this act?"
"..."
"Stop pretending, I saw through it a long time ago!"
"..."
Hmph, you can never wake up someone who's pretending to be drunk!
As they approached the bedside, to enhance his acting, Jing Zhe deliberately lay down on the bed as Liu Jinghong placed him on it.
Liu Jinghong tried several times, but Jing Zhe was holding her arm too tightly, and she couldn't get her way. She could only stick to him, muttering under her breath, "Huh, could he really be drunk?"
"liquor…"
Jing Zhe deliberately smacked his lips to make himself look more "drunk," and continued to mutter to himself.
"Brother Chen...drink up..."
Liu Jinghong, who was pressed against him, remained silent for a moment, then seemed to mutter to herself, "Looks like he's really drunk."
After saying that, she suddenly leaned back slightly and murmured, "They say people speak the truth when they're drunk, so I'll try it today and see if you're really drunk or just pretending!"
"..."
Jing Zhe, who was pretending to be drunk, was a little dumbfounded. He seemed to be in a dilemma, whether to tell or not to tell.
At this point, Liu Jinghong began to ask questions.
"Tell me, who exactly is the owner of the garden?"
"..."
"I'll ask you one more time. If you don't answer, I'm going to put you under the influence!"
"..."
Liu Jinghong's tone had turned cold, and even though Jing Zhe was lying down, he felt a slight chill.
"Who is the owner of the garden?!"
"Huff, huff..."
Jing Zhe made up his mind to continue pretending to be drunk, and snoring started coming from his mouth. No matter how Liu Jinghong called him or asked him questions, he pretended to be dead.
Liu Jinghong lay on top of Jing Zhe, wondering if she had misheard this "garden owner"? Had she been too cautious?
Listening to Jing Zhe's even breathing, she stopped thinking and nestled in his arms, falling into a deep sleep.
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