Shen Xun quickly finished his glass of wine and was about to shamelessly ask for another when his ear twitched and a smile appeared on his lips: "Your man is here."
Qinghe looked towards the courtyard entrance and, sure enough, saw a figure in white walking towards them.
"Could you please stop saying 'your man'? It sounds really nasty."
However, Shen Xun had already slipped away when he noticed Su Feng's arrival, and did not hear her complaints.
Su Feng strode over to the stone table opposite Qing He and sat down, looking at her with a smile in his eyes, "Are you alright?"
Qinghe casually touched his forehead, which was as smooth as ever. "Of course it's good. I'm in great health and have a great appetite."
Su Feng chuckled, "You always have a funny story to tell."
Lang Shuang's smile was reflected in Qing He's eyes, and she smiled involuntarily. After a while, she asked, "Want to drink?"
Su Feng looked at the table, where there was only one wine glass.
With a wave of his hand, he conjured a cup that resembled Qinghe's wine cup and said to Qinghe, "Drink."
It looks just like a child asking for candy.
Qinghe took out the porcelain bottle that had been opened from his spatial storage and poured Su Feng a full cup. Su Feng picked it up and tasted it, giving the same evaluation as Shen Xun: "Good wine, so fragrant."
Seeing that he liked it very much, Qinghe said, "If you like it, drink more."
Shen Xun, who was secretly observing from a distance, didn't look too good. The veins on his hand, which was gripping the cup tightly, bulged. "What a guy who values women over friends!"
After finishing the cup, Su Feng's face was flushed.
Qinghe was somewhat surprised that splitting into two people had even reduced her alcohol tolerance, which made her doubt again whether Qirong and Sufeng were the same person.
"I want more." Su Feng, with his flushed cheeks and a silly smile, asked her for a drink.
Qinghe suddenly laughed. Oh well, she'd just treat it like coaxing a child. Come to think of it, it had been a long time since she'd gotten really drunk. Today was a beautiful day with a gentle breeze, perfect for drinking.
They brought out all the stock, and Qinghe and Sufeng drank one cup after another, gradually getting into the swing of things. In the end, they simply stopped using cups and picked up the bottles directly, drinking without any hindrance.
For some reason, the wine he brewed himself always tasted slightly inferior to the wine sold in the tavern, but Qinghe still got drunk, and it was the first time he had ever been so drunk that he was completely unconscious. He didn't know if it was the wine or the person who got drunk.
By the time the moon was high in the sky, the two were completely drunk, sprawled on the table, groaning that they wanted another drink.
Having witnessed all this, Shen Xun jumped down from the roof beam, walked up to the two drunkards, and sighed regretfully, "What fine wine! It's a pity I only had one cup. Alas."
The wine bottle that had fallen to the ground rolled to Shen Xun's feet. He bent down to pick it up and casually placed it on the table. "Since I'm going to do a good deed to the end, let me take you all to rest."
He picked up Qinghe and carried her into the room, muttering as he went, "Look how good I am. If you brew wine again in the future, you must let me drink my fill."
The only response he received was Qinghe's drunken ramblings.
After settling the two people, Shen Xun left and returned to his residence. Before going to bed, he took a bath to wash away the smell of alcohol before falling asleep peacefully.
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The next morning, Qinghe woke up with a groggy head. She rubbed her forehead and muttered to herself that a hangover was really torturous.
With difficulty, she got up, got out of bed, and put on her shoes. But she saw a pair of feet standing by the bed. Following the foot's owner, Qinghe saw a dark gray robe, and the person was dressed neatly and seriously, without a trace of impeccable manners. Qinghe already guessed who it was.
I wonder how long she watched Qinghe's sleeping face.
Si Xia arrived early in the morning, while Qing He was still sound asleep, dreaming of the Duke of Zhou.
"Now that you're awake, get dressed quickly and head to the training ground."
Qinghe stretched lazily, her languid posture, combined with her messy hair and disheveled clothes, made her look like a beggar who had just woken up and was about to start work.
"Okay." Qinghe replied lazily, her eyes darting between the doorway and Si Xia.
Si Xia didn't linger any longer. She glanced at her, turned around, and left the room, thoughtfully closing the door behind her.
Training had already begun on the training field, where colorful skirts fluttered in the breeze, making the participants look like fairies descending to earth.
Qinghe looked at her unremarkable clothes and felt somewhat unhappy.
Women love beauty at all times, and Qinghe, who is beautiful but doesn't pay attention to dressing up, inevitably appears somewhat weak in this situation.
She wouldn't lose face, that was her bottom line, so she made a last-minute decision to go back and change into a different outfit.
Just as she made up her mind to turn around, a black ribbon carrying an attacking force came at her.
Driven by her body's instincts and keen senses, she instinctively dodged, leaping into the air and landing in a safe area. Her right hand slid out a long whip and lashed it at the enemy with great force.
The sound of wind breaking rang in her ears. Mu Ge retracted the silk ribbon, a cold smile curving her lips. With just one more lash, she could report the matter to Bei Jun and have her punished for harming her fellow disciples. With her master's elixir protecting her, she would be completely safe.
She stood still, waiting for the cold whip to strike her, but the scene she expected did not come. The whip turned and retreated two inches to her side.
Suddenly looking at Qinghe, she saw her casually put away her long whip and give her a spring-like smile. "Senior Sister Muge, your training isn't very good. If I hadn't stopped in time, you would have been disfigured."
Despite her gentle and even mild words, Mu Ge was filled with anger, her eyes blazing with fury that she managed to suppress. With a cold snort, she turned and walked to the side to continue practicing.
Si Xia watched coldly from the sidelines. After seeing Qing He's move, a hint of appreciation appeared in her eyes. She always liked talented students, which was a common trait among teachers.
Unfortunately, it's too spontaneous and difficult to control.
He walked up to Qinghe and coughed very seriously.
Qinghe stopped smiling, looked at Si Xia, and waited for her instructions.
"As new students, the first lesson is about etiquette and manners; that's the rule of the training program."
Upon hearing the words "etiquette" and "demeanor," Qinghe had a bad feeling.
Si Xia pointed to a spot and said to her, "The others over there arrived earlier than you, but they still haven't mastered these two courses. You must remember that only by mastering these two basic courses and meeting my standards will you be able to enter the actual training."
Qinghe swallowed hard as she watched the maids practicing their graceful steps, books on their heads, hands clasped at their waists.
"I want that too?"
Si Xia nodded with a serious expression.
Qinghe thought for a moment and then said to save herself, "Actually, I think my manners are very good and I know how to be polite, so let's skip these two lessons and get straight to the point?"
Si Xia shook her head with a serious expression.
"Is there really no room for negotiation?"
Si Xia remained silent.
After struggling for a while, Qinghe gave in and said, "Fine."
He turned away dejectedly and walked toward the maids, but then suddenly remembered something and turned back, saying, "I have a bad temper. If you push me too far, I might do something you wouldn't expect."
Si Xia said expressionlessly, "It's alright. Mount Futu is such a large area, you can run wild as you please. Even if you split the mountain in half, you still have Lord Su Feng to back you up, right?"
Qinghe was completely speechless and obediently walked towards the open space that felt like an underwater hell to her.
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