"Why are you all thinking about this? I just don't understand, what's the difference between that thing and the sachets and perfumes we usually use!"
In the candlelight, Gui Guan looked even more charming, and her pouting lips made Master Chen's eyes dazzle.
"The difference is huge. If the ladies in the palace love something so much, how could it not be good?"
"It's still because the master is too stingy with money, he can't bear to part with it..."
"You still call me your darling, but is it really that difficult to get your darling a bottle of perfume?"
Master Chen was reluctant to spend the money; the price of just one bottle was equivalent to all the money he had spent on Gui Guan. Even with his vast wealth, the thought of giving it away all at once was painful for him.
Besides, his shrewish wife at home always knew everything about what he did outside. As long as he didn't bring people back to get in her way, she would pretend she didn't know and didn't care what he did outside.
But what if they find out he gave Gui Guan a gift but not her? Wouldn't that be the death of him?
The women in the palace have nothing better to do than embroider and play shuttlecock. They're so bored and have to try to do business!
Most importantly, it's so expensive!
Despite her inner complaints, she still tried to persuade him, "Hengzhiju hasn't opened yet, has it? I'll buy it for you when it opens, okay? You can buy as many bottles as you want then, alright?"
Gui Guan said unhappily, "No good. Yu Guan from the next street got a bottle of rose-scented perfume. She said that the imperial concubine in the palace uses it on her body every day."
After saying this, Gui Guan filled a cup with wine, held it to Master Chen's lips, fed him the wine, and then said softly,
"Actually, I don't necessarily need this. I just want to use it to sing 'The Drunken Beauty' for the master."
After drinking just one cup of wine, Mr. Chen felt as if his bones were melting, and he gritted his teeth and agreed.
Having received the promise, Gui Guan served him even more attentively, saying, "Master, please try this. It's freshly bought osmanthus sweet wine, which is more fragrant and mellow than ordinary osmanthus wine."
After drinking the cup, Mr. Chen found it truly exceptional. "Hmm, not bad, just as fragrant as you."
Gui Guan showed no embarrassment, but kept urging Master Chen to drink a few more cups.
Cup after cup of sweet osmanthus wine, seasoned with spices, was served to Master Chen. He drank it like it was on an assembly line, seemingly never finishing it.
The next morning, I groggily woke up in bed, being served by Gui Guan. I realized I was truly getting old, and my alcohol tolerance wasn't what it used to be. Just a few cups of osmanthus wine had left me feeling so dizzy I didn't even recognize myself.
Seeing that he seemed half-awake, Gui Guan was afraid that he had forgotten what happened last night, so she reminded him, "Master, you can't go back on your promise. I'm still waiting to sing 'The Drunken Concubine' for you!"
He wanted to grab as much as he could before fleeing, since it was what he deserved anyway. He had enough to buy land and build a house.
He'll buy three or five more servants and live comfortably for the rest of his life. He may be an actor, but his children can't be like him!
Mr. Chen groaned in confusion, then realized what he had agreed to. "What did I promise, sir?"
I just don't think it's a good thing...
Gui Guan frowned. "Does Master intend to back out?"
Mr. Chen felt a little guilty. "How could that be? I just had a few too many drinks and I can't quite remember."
"Your osmanthus sweet wine doesn't get you drunk, but it has a strong aftereffect. I wonder how you brewed it..."
Gui Guan pouted and said, "You promised to get me a bottle of perfume, and you can't go back on your word!"
Master Chen suddenly remembered, realizing that wine and women had led him astray. Oh well, he'd already agreed; a few thousand taels of silver wasn't a big deal.
However, the ruby necklace that my youngest daughter wanted a couple of days ago will have to wait a few more days.
......
Upon arriving at the Ministry of Revenue, Master Chen was still regretting his loose tongue. He had barely sat down and hadn't even had a sip of tea when his superior, Zhang Tingyu, summoned him for a meeting.
Another busy day passed. As soon as I returned to the manor, I asked the steward to secretly fetch a bottle and make sure to keep it a secret from the women in the manor!
However, this kind of thing is not something that can be hidden just by trying to conceal it.
On this day, Madam Chen returned from a tea party and saw that Mr. Chen, who had not been seen for two or three days, had come to her place.
Thinking of her earlier displeasure, she immediately retorted sarcastically, "What wind blew you here, distinguished guest? Why aren't you with your sweetheart? What are you doing here?"
Mr. Chen said, "Madam, what's gotten into you this time? We've been married for many years, this is my home, where else can I go if I don't come back?"
"Look how many years we've been married, and we even have a grandson. Don't hold it against your husband. If I've done anything wrong, I'll apologize to you."
"Madam, please forgive me."
As he spoke, Mr. Chen even made a proper bow, until he made Mrs. Chen laugh.
It wasn't that he was afraid of his wife, but rather that Madam Chen came from a martial family and had been exceptionally brave since childhood; she was truly capable of taking action!
Unfortunately, the two men's mothers were longtime best friends, and Madam Chen's fearsome reputation made no one dare to marry her. So, Mr. Chen's own mother offered up her son.
To refuse the marriage proposal, Master Chen once jumped into the lake to show his resolve. Of course, before he jumped, he secretly practiced swimming for half a month with the guards in the mansion.
Unfortunately, apart from his father offering him some comfort afterward, no one else took it seriously and continued to happily arrange their marriage.
After that day, he resigned himself to his fate. Even if he wanted to regain his marital strength after marriage, he didn't have the ability. This resignation lasted for most of his life.
Does he naturally prefer women who look like aunts? It's just that as long as it's a woman, this shrew in the house will throw a tantrum.
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