Surprisingly, Fourth Master, unlike his usual cold demeanor, readily agreed. Everyone was astonished again, for Lanqin also stood up with Fourth Master and said to everyone, "Let's all jump up. Eating too much meat will cause indigestion, so getting up and jumping around will help with digestion."
Third Master drank one cup after another, and was already a little drunk. After hearing Lanqin's words, he stood up, grabbed the hand of a dancing girl, and started...
Seventh Master pulled Xin Yi in, and Eighth and Ninth Masters also stood up. Tenth Master had already pulled Shu Hui in. Thirteenth Master touched his nose and laughed loudly, "I haven't eaten enough yet, you guys go ahead and dance. I'll just enjoy it."
Everyone joined the men and women in Mongolian costumes, and began to dance hand in hand to the increasingly intense drumbeats.
Looking at the blazing campfire and smelling the aroma of charred meat.
Everyone wore happy and contented smiles, as if they were truly good friends, brothers, or sisters. Lanqin had drunk a little wine, and because of the chill of the early spring night, she felt a little cold, watching the eager smiling faces flash before her eyes.
She felt a little dizzy, but didn't want to spoil the Fourth Master's mood. The Fourth Master seemed to notice that something was wrong with Lanqin, so he pulled her away from the crowd.
"What's wrong? You seem a bit listless?" Fourth Master asked, holding Lanqin's arms.
"Master, perhaps it's just the evening breeze that's making you a little dizzy. I'll go sit for a while, you can continue dancing," Lanqin said with a faint smile.
"I'll help you rest for a bit." Fourth Master was in no mood to dance with others, so he naturally helped Lanqin back to their seats.
"Did you drink too much? Have them prepare some hangover soup," Fourth Master said, seeing that Lanqin still looked listless.
Lanqin was indeed a little dizzy. She had only drunk two cups, and she really had no tolerance for alcohol.
Fourth Master quickly turned his head and gave Cui Niang, who was sitting behind them, a look, signaling her to come closer and await his orders.
Cui Niang quickly sat up and crawled forward to await Fourth Master's instructions. Fourth Master whispered a few words in her ear, and she immediately nodded in agreement. Then she got up and ran to the main tent.
Meanwhile, Seventh Master and Xin Yi, Tenth Master and Shu Hui were happily dancing a Mongolian dance hand in hand, completely unaware of the events unfolding outside the circle. Eighth Master and Tenth Master had been carefully watching their movements ever since Lan Qin and Fourth Master left the group.
When Ninth Master saw Fourth Master instructing Cui Niang, a glint of shrewdness flashed in his eyes, and he gestured towards Eighth Master with his lip. Eighth Master held Ninth Master's hand on his left, and Chen Xiuzhu was indeed on his right. He would occasionally say a few words to Chen Xiuzhu, then turn to look at Ninth Master.
To others, they appeared to be a model of harmonious brotherhood, while everyone else was immersed in the unusual atmosphere of the starry night sky, the bonfire, the roasting meat, and the dancing.
A moment later, Cui Niang returned with two maids, carrying a large sand pot. She first scooped out a bowlful and then handed it to Lan Qin. The others, tired from dancing, returned to their seats.
"Little sister-in-law, what are you drinking? Is there any for us brothers?" Ninth Master suddenly teased.
"If you want some, come and get the soup yourself," Fourth Master said irritably as he fed Lanqin the hangover soup.
"Okay, I'll do it myself." Old Nine actually walked over to their table and looked into the sand pot.
“Cui Niang, go and pour a bowl for each of the princes and nobles. Drink some to clear your head, so that you don’t say things that are not human, like someone else.”
Fourth Master seemed not to see Ninth Prince, and only spoke to Cui Niang, who was kneeling beside him serving.
Ninth Prince acted as if he hadn't heard anything and drifted away. Lanqin sometimes wondered why Ninth Prince disliked Fourth Prince so much. Was it just because Consort De and Consort Yi were not on good terms? They were brothers, after all!
However, the brothers and fathers in the imperial family are not like the brothers and fathers of ordinary people. Sometimes their mutual suspicion and scheming are so extreme that one has to admit that there is no affection in the imperial family.
After a few rounds of drinks, Third Master suddenly asked, "Do you think Father Emperor is planning to fight those Dzungar barbarians this time?"
Upon hearing this, the Fourth Prince frowned and said to the Third Prince, "Third Brother, you're saying this now before Father has even made it clear. Aren't you afraid someone will overhear and report you? Third Brother just got the garden; don't let Father take it back before you even move in."
Upon hearing this, Third Master suddenly sobered up for a moment after Leng Feng's words, and quickly said, "Hey, you don't know me. I can't fight, and it's none of my business anyway."
Seventh Master also smiled wryly and said, "I will stay in the capital to help Father Emperor repair the courtyards and pavilions everywhere, so that he will have a good place to rest when he returns. As for the matter of charging into battle, I'm afraid it will be the first time for eldest brother to do that."
Fourteen suddenly said, "I'm going this time too. Eighth Brother and Ninth Brother, take me with you."
The Fourth Prince looked at the Thirteenth Prince, nodded to him, and said, "You should not speculate about Father Emperor here. He will make the best arrangements in due time."
Just then, Lanqin suddenly felt waves of pain in her stomach, as if something inside was tearing at her internal organs. The pain caused large beads of sweat to drip from her forehead.
Not only her, but also the Third Prince, Eighth Prince, Ninth Prince, Tenth Prince, and Thirteenth Prince all started to experience abdominal pain. The servants were all fine, including the Fourth Prince, Seventh Prince, Xin Yi, Shu Hui, and Xiu Zhu.
"Master, did we eat something bad?" Lanqin groaned in pain, and the others were in no better shape.
Under the Fourth Master's command, Su Peisheng, Dachun, and others began to arrange for people to take those with stomach aches back to their respective tents. Lanqin, supported by Cui Niang and Nianxue, had already returned to her tent with the Fourth Master. As soon as she was out of everyone's sight, she grabbed Cui Niang's arm and told her to go find the Fourth Master and say that she had something to say.
"Fourth Prince, are you trying to kill us with pain? You took down six or seven princes on your estate, you're really ruthless." Ninth Prince flung away the palace servants who tried to help him, clutching his stomach and saying angrily.
"What nonsense are you talking about? I didn't do anything. On the contrary, you've repeatedly tried to sow discord between brothers. What are you up to?" Fourth Master glared at Ninth Master and ignored him, only instructing Su Peisheng to quickly fetch the doctor from the estate.
The torches around the bonfire were all trampled out, and the lively and pleasant bonfire party came to an abrupt end.
Thirteen hadn't drunk much, and he hadn't touched the hangover soup on his table, so he was perfectly fine. He was helping Fourth Master deal with the sudden chaos.
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