“Ah Li can’t drink; he’s only fifteen.”
“Mother, I’m sixteen,” Han Wenzheng corrected.
"I only count my first birthday; I can only drink alcohol when I turn eighteen."
Zhao Changqing chuckled and said, "Boys from ordinary families can sit at the dinner table at thirteen or fourteen. Why does Madam Han require them to be over eighteen before they can drink?"
He Youyou glanced at him and said, "Young Master Zhao is unusually talkative today."
As he spoke, ignoring his pale face, he picked up the wine bowl on the table and took a big gulp.
Then I discovered that ancient wines... had a very low alcohol content...
No wonder the ancients had the saying "one can drink a thousand cups without getting drunk".
Tonight's meal was very enjoyable.
He Youyou and Han Wen chatted as usual, rambling on about this and that. Zhao Changqing would occasionally chime in, telling stories of interesting things in the military camp and talking about his experiences in the capital.
With the moon and stars shining brightly, Zhao Changqing, reeking of alcohol, walked towards the bedroom in the backyard.
The steward followed in front of him, holding a lantern to light his way.
"Sir, you seem particularly cheerful today?"
Zhao Changqing hummed in agreement: "The barbecue tonight is pretty good."
The housekeeper, emboldened, added, "I think the master and mistress are having a good chat."
Upon hearing this, Zhao Changqing was taken aback.
After a moment, he asked, "What are they doing right now?"
“The young master studies by candlelight every night and does a set of exercises. The mistress goes to bed early every night and has already returned to her bedroom.”
Zhao Changqing wondered to himself: Why go to bed so early?
After eating so much meat at night, shouldn't you move around outside for a while to help digest?
Thinking of this, he said to Steward Qian, "I can't sleep right now, so I'd like to take a stroll in the garden to digest my food. Go and fetch a tea stove and put it in the garden pavilion; I want to drink tea."
Butler Qian hesitated for a moment: "Master, it's cold tonight. Sitting outside for too long might be bad for your health. How about... we go to the study for tea?"
Unexpectedly, Zhao Changqing, perhaps due to excessive drinking, became extremely stubborn: "No, let's go to the garden."
Left with no other choice, Steward Qian had to do as he was told, fetching the teapot and stove and placing them in the pavilion.
There wasn't much north wind blowing at the moment, but it was dry and cold, and the chill seeped right into people's bodies.
Manager Qian was suffering in silence.
The old man is sitting here; we can't leave him alone. Old Qian has to stay here with him too.
Sigh, I guess I'll have to go along with it.
It's all fate.
"Butler Qian, you can go back now. I'll sit for a while and then go back to my room."
Butler Qian didn't dare to run away immediately, and declined, saying, "Sir, I'd better stay here. If you need anything later, I can run errands for you."
"No need, I want to be alone."
"Okay."
The housekeeper happily took off running.
Zhao Changqing sat in the pavilion, tending the stove for brewing tea, drinking tea and admiring the moon.
He Youyou, why are you sleeping so early?
Judging from her personality, she doesn't seem like someone who goes to bed early.
He Youyou is definitely not an early sleeper; she's a complete night owl.
Right now, she's hiding in her own space writing something.
She had to write down all the information she received from Zhao Changqing that day.
Over the years, He Youyou has maintained the habit of taking notes.
She kept a lot of random notes.
She would write down everything: national policies, market trends, rumors, industry gossip, even things like a company chairman being exposed for having several illegitimate children.
There is no such thing as useless information in this world.
A discerning investor can extract subtle business opportunities from a sea of complex information.
For example, the troublesome relationship between Cheng Tingrui and the Cheng family is quite valuable.
Cheng Tingrui wants to start his own business behind the backs of the Cheng family.
Is there something here that she could use to her advantage?
What bargaining chips, resources, and reliance does Cheng Tingrui have if he wants to start from scratch?
What's the profit to be made?
She needed to know more about Cheng Tingrui.
She's staying up all night researching gossip, while Zhao Changqing is staying up all night drinking tea.
God will punish every stubborn person.
Zhao Changqing, who refused to listen to advice and insisted on freezing in the garden, did indeed catch a cold.
My nose has been running non-stop since morning.
I changed my handkerchief several times, and by noon, my nose was so congested that I couldn't breathe at all.
The steward hurriedly found someone to fetch a doctor and medicine for him.
Illness comes like a landslide, but recovery is like pulling silk from a cocoon.
When you're sick, you don't get better so quickly. There's always a lot of suffering involved.
With his nose blocked and unable to breathe, Zhao Changqing had a headache.
As the hostess, He Youyou couldn't just watch someone fall ill in her home, so she had to offer her some comfort and care.
Zhao Changqing was just feeling uncomfortable due to a stuffy nose; he wasn't so sick that he couldn't get out of bed.
He was sitting on the couch in the outer room of the bedroom, his eyes closed, wrapped in a quilt, looking somewhat haggard.
As soon as He Youyou entered, she saw him like this.
"What's wrong with Young Master Zhao?"
When Zhao Changqing saw her come in, he said with a heavy nasal voice, "I caught a cold yesterday and I'm not feeling well today."
"Oh, it must be because of the cold wind on the mountain when I went to Zhulin Temple yesterday."
Zhao Changqing breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, Steward Qian hadn't told anyone about him sitting foolishly in the garden drinking tea in the middle of the night, so he wouldn't be too embarrassed.
"Exactly."
"I heard from Butler Qian that a doctor has been called and medicine has been taken. How are you feeling now?"
"Everything else is fine, but my nose is completely blocked, which is extremely uncomfortable." As he spoke, he wiped his nose vigorously.
He Youyou: So it was because your nose was stuffy.
When you have a lot of mucus, the blood vessels in the nasal mucosa dilate and become congested, which naturally leads to nasal congestion.
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