They may say it's bad, but their actions are swift and honest.
No matter what you say, look at this wine jar, it's practically shoving it into her hand!
Before leaving, he shamelessly clicked his tongue at Cheng Qingyan: "Brother Cheng, you're really cunning. Was it the same way you won over Sister-in-law last time?"
He also remarked, "Sigh, as expected, people who play mind games have black and dirty hearts!"
Cheng Qingyan slammed down the wine jar: "Who are you talking about? Take this wine with you, I'd like to see when you'll be able to return home with your wife!"
Ruan Banxia quickly smiled apologetically: "Hey, Brother Cheng, why are you in such a hurry? I was talking about those people with bad intentions. Brother Cheng, you have such a dignified appearance, you don't look like a black-hearted person at all."
"It was Banxia who misspoke, Brother Cheng, please forgive me, please forgive me."
Cheng Qingyan snorted: "Just this once, don't do it again next time!"
Ruan Banxia laughed and said that she would not mention Cheng Qingyan's heart again next time.
As for what to say about her next time, we'll have to wait and see.
At dinner, Shen Ziyu drank three bowls of wine, while Cheng Qingyan only drank one.
She replaced Ye Lingyu's bowl with the same one as her wine bowl. She drank from her own bowl and used Ye Lingyu's bowl to hold wine, and always secretly poured the unfinished wine back into the wine jar.
As Shen Ziyu drank, he wondered if the wine jar tonight was bigger than the one he drank at noon.
She was already feeling slightly dizzy, so how come Cheng Qingyan was still sober? Wasn't she drunk quite early at noon?
Is this what they mean by "the more you drink, the more you can drink"?
When the wine was halfway through, Cheng Qingyan noticed that Shen Ziyu's hands were becoming a little sluggish while drinking, so he stopped pouring wine.
The main problem is that there's no wine left in the wine jar.
She couldn't very well openly pour the wine from her bowl into Shen Ziyu's hands.
Even if Shen Ziyu were willing, she wouldn't.
Her wife and Ruan Banxia were both there, and she didn't want to sleep outside in this freezing weather.
She must also uphold this virtue.
Ruan Banxia was quite satisfied with Shen Ziyu's drunkenness and secretly gave Cheng Qingyan a thumbs up.
Ye Lingyu shook her head. Was Shen Ziyu, who came from the battlefield, genuinely unaware of Cheng Qingyan and Ruan Banxia's petty tricks, or was she deliberately not exposing them?
It's rare to see Cheng Qingyan and Ruan Banxia still smugly pleased with themselves. Oh well, let them have their fun.
After dinner, it started snowing lightly again.
A few people gathered around a stove under the eaves to brew tea, creating a truly poetic and picturesque scene.
Cheng Qingyan sighed at the scene: "Alas! In this situation, I want to compose a poem. But alas, I have never been to school and cannot compose one. Brother Shen, what are your thoughts on this?"
Shen Ziyu watched the snowflakes fall outside, one by one. Occasionally, a gentle breeze would rise and swirl the snowflakes into the air before they slowly drifted down.
The snow in the north is heavier than here, and the wind in the north is stronger than here.
Even the bonfires of the North cannot compare to the fire under this veranda.
"Since everyone is so interested, I can't spoil the fun. I'll perform a sword dance to liven things up for you all."
"good!"
As everyone's expectant gazes fell upon him, Shen Ziyu retrieved his sword from the room.
Her sword had slain several enemy generals and countless enemy soldiers; it was a true sword forged in blood!
With sword in hand, she becomes a true general on the battlefield. As she wields her sword, strands of white hair dance in the wind amidst the snowflakes.
The young general, her hair streaked with white, concealed her heroic spirit within her swordplay. She possessed an aura of unparalleled strength, capable of holding off ten thousand men. Her sword strikes were sharp and fierce, her sword energy like a rainbow, sending a shiver down one's spine.
Cheng Qingyan suddenly recalled Xin Qiji's "Breaking the Enemy's Formation" and, feeling moved, recited a poem in response: "In my drunken stupor, I pick up my sword by lamplight; in my dreams, I hear bugles echoing through the camps. [Eight hundred miles of roasted meat are distributed among the troops] Fifty strings resonate with the sounds of the frontier; autumn is the time to review the troops on the battlefield."
Okay, you can memorize the rest yourselves. I'm afraid of being reported for plagiarism.
It is unknown whether she won the praise of the king and the people, but her full head of white hair was a result of the ruthless war. It is said that Ruan Banxia said that more than ten years ago, after a war, she lost her dearest relatives, and her grief turned her hair white overnight.
What kind of pain could turn a person's black hair white overnight?
Cheng Qingyan dared not think about it, nor did she want to experience it. True peace and tranquility were bought with the blood and tears of countless people.
Now that the border is safe and we can have a peaceful Lunar New Year, we are very grateful to soldiers like Shen Ziyu.
After the poetry recitation, no one spoke. Shen Ziyu finished his sword dance and said to Cheng Qingyan, "Brother Cheng, your literary talent is truly admirable."
"Not at all, this was also written by a senior author. I just copied it and read it aloud."
Whether it's true or false, no one bothers to investigate.
The snow fell heavier and heavier, and Shen Ziyu stood in the snow for a long time, as if trying to blend into the snow scene.
Ruan Banxia did not use an umbrella. She got up and pulled the person to the corridor, brushing the snow off her body.
Cheng Qingyan swayed unsteadily, and Ye Lingyu quickly helped her up.
"Brother Shen, Physician Ruan, I have a bit of a headache, so my wife and I will go to rest first. Chu Ying, your room is still the same one."
Meng Chuying also got up from the stove, where the fire was burning brightly.
Shen Ziyu apologized, "I only meant to liven things up, but I didn't expect to disturb everyone's enjoyment. I am truly sorry."
With Ye Lingyu's help, Cheng Qingyan walked to Shen Ziyu's side: "I understand, everyone understands. In this peaceful and prosperous world, Brother Shen, thank you very much."
To be thanked by the people she risked her life to protect, and by her friends, made the path paved with blood and flesh worthwhile.
This year is the first real year after the war ended, and it's been too many years since we've spent the New Year like this.
Even in her memory, her father was always clad in armor.
She spends the New Year here. Have the countless soldiers buried in the north returned to their hometowns?
After Cheng Qingyan returned to her room, she clung to Ye Lingyu.
At this moment, Ye Lingyu did not know that she was pretending to be drunk. Fearing that she would fall, she pulled her closer to herself.
After helping her sit down, he quickly asked, "Does your head still hurt? Shall I massage it for you? You're trying to be strong, but what's there to compare in this regard?"
Cheng Qingyan leaned against Ye Lingyu, who massaged her head. Sure enough, the massage made her feel better.
Afraid that Ye Lingyu would worry, she looked up at Ye Lingyu and said, "Wife, I'm not drunk."
"Yes, yes, you're not drunk, I'm the one who's drunk." How many drunk people admit they're drunk?
Just like who would tell others that they can't do it?
Seeing that Ye Lingyu didn't believe him, Cheng Qingyan didn't try to argue. He would find out whether she was drunk or not soon enough.
Ye Lingyu massaged her for a while, and after she drank a glass of water, she felt much better, and the slight dizziness was gone.
"My wife, let's go and rest."
"Alright, you've had too much to drink, you should go to bed early."
Cheng Qingyan smiled without saying a word and followed Ye Lingyu to the bedside.
Until Ye Lingyu was tackled, she thought Cheng Qingyan had drunk too much and lost his balance.
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