After the wedding banquet, Kong Wenjie sent Fang Chengyin back to the prefectural government office, and Kong Wenmin drove Zhong Mingwei, Meiya, and Gu Changlin back to Nanshan Villa. After that, he went to send Chen Qingxuan back. He knew that he could not drink much, and now he was working in Nanshan Villa. So he didn't drink a drop of wine today, but Chen Qingxuan drank a lot. He couldn't even walk steadily.
"You can drink a lot, don't you?" Kong Wenmin drove the horse slowly. He looked back at the man who collapsed in the carriage, and his eyes were inevitably filled with sarcasm. "Didn't you get me drunk before? What happened to you today? I just drank a pot of wine. Why are you so drunk?"
"Don't you know that wedding wine can make people drunk?" Chen Qingxuan loved to laugh when he was drunk. He tilted his head and laughed at Kong Wenmin. "I...I will get drunk as soon as I drink wedding wine."
"That's right. Last time the master and the mistress got married, you were also drunk as a slush. Later, I was the one who sent you home." Kong Wenmin recalled the scene at that time. He couldn't help but exclaimed, "You even vomited all over me. I wore a new dress just once and it was no longer acceptable. Do you remember?"
"No... I don't remember, I just remember that the bride was beautiful, hehe!" Chen Qingxuan was still laughing. His eyes were red, and he didn't know if it was because he drank too much. "The bride was really... really beautiful, her dress was beautiful, with lotus embroidered on it, her veil was beautiful, and there were red tassels hanging on the four corners. She must be beautiful too..."
"You've really drunk too much," Kong Wenmin found it a little funny to see Chen Qingxuan's speech slurred, but somehow, he also felt a little sorry for him. He pulled the reins, took out the kettle, handed it to Chen Qingxuan, and said in a deep voice, "Take it and have a drink."
"No... I can't drink anymore. If I drink any more, I'll get drunk, and then I'll be embarrassed." Chen Qingxuan squinted at the kettle, shook his head and turned to the other side, pursed his dry lips, and then whispered, "It would be great to get married, I... I also want to get married..."
"Then why haven't you gotten married yet?" Kong Wenmin drank two sips of water and continued to walk forward, asking casually, "Don't you already have a lover? Why don't you marry him or her?"
Once, when Kong Wenmin was still resentful towards Chen Qingxuan because of Fang Chengyin's love for Chen Qingxuan, Chen Qingxuan clearly told Kong Wenmin that he already had a lover. Kong Wenmin was skeptical at the time, but later, seeing Chen Qingxuan's attitude towards Fang Chengyin, he knew that what Chen Qingxuan said was true. If he didn't have a lover, it would be impossible for Chen Qingxuan to refuse a girl like Fang Chengyin so straightforwardly. It was also from that time on that Kong Wenmin changed his attitude towards Chen Qingxuan, but the two had been at odds for too long. Although there were no misunderstandings later, they still couldn't get close. Kong Wenmin certainly had no mood or time to care about the progress of the relationship between Chen Qingxuan and his lover, so he asked casually because he remembered it.
"She looks down on me. She has always looked down on me," Chen Qingxuan kept mumbling, his voice becoming softer and hoarser. "It is said that there are three thousand rivers, but one can only drink from one. I... I thought she was my one. But I didn't know that she already had her own one, and... she also became someone else's one. They are... a match made in heaven. What am I... What am I..."
Kong Wenmin was a rough man, so he couldn't understand Chen Qingxuan's flowery words, but he understood the last sentence. He looked at Chen Qingxuan with amusement and sneered, "Why don't you just say that people don't like you? What's with the whoring? I almost misunderstood that you, a poor scholar, have other hobbies."
"What...what hobbies?" Chen Qingxuan turned over slowly, his wet eyes showing from his messy hair, looking at Kong Wenmin in a daze, "You just said...what are my hobbies?"
Somehow, Kong Wenjie felt his scalp tighten when Chen Qingxuan stared at him. He turned his head away and whispered, "Nothing."
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