Chapter 430: What this princess fed her was not wine, but a priceless sobering holy object.
Several people sat down again, and the atmosphere at the table became more lively.
Yun Hua suddenly stood up and bowed deeply to Lan Xiyue. His movements were a little weak after recovering from a serious illness, but his expression was extremely solemn: "Cousin Yue," his voice was clear and sincere, "the grace of saving my life is heavier than Mount Tai. I need no thanks for your kindness! From now on, I will be at your command, cousin! If you want me, Yun Hua, to go east, I will never go west! The heaven and earth can bear witness to my heart and my intention!" This resounding oath is the simplest loyalty of a survivor to his savior.
Lan Xiyue looked at the unquestionable determination in his eyes, raised the corners of her lips slightly, and revealed a faint smile: "Third cousin, you are too polite. Please sit down. We are family and should keep our distance." In fact, if Yun Hua drank a little more spiritual spring water every day, it would take less than a month for him to recover. Lan Xiyue just wanted to teach him a profound lesson, so she put a note under the pottery jar and told him to drink a sip at a time.
Yun Hua sat down as he was told, and the long-lost spirit of vigor and vitality reappeared between his brows.
Lu Jingzhou picked up the wine jug at the right time, filled a glass of clear wine for Yunhua and himself, and said with a smile: "Brother Yunhua has just recovered from a serious illness, which is really great! Today is also the night when you are celebrating your new house. It's a rare occasion for us to get together, so we should have a few drinks and not go home until we are drunk!" His words were as gentle as jade, setting the atmosphere just right.
After a few glasses of mellow wine, they felt warm and the poetic inspiration of several young men at the table was aroused.
Yun Jin was the first to recite a beautiful winter verse that suited the occasion, followed by Lan Shenye, and Lu Jingzhou quoted from classics and chanted about love and romance.
For a moment, poetry flowed amidst the clinking of glasses, which was quite elegant and interesting.
Lan Xiyue and Qian Duoduo were focused on the hot pot battle, expertly scalding their tripe and pig throat while listening with interest to the men's improvisations. Qian Duoduo ate and drank simultaneously, and before he knew it, the alcohol was gradually rising.
"Burp..." Qian Duoduo burped slightly, her cheeks red as a ripe apple, and her eyes began to blur. She smiled and tried to pick up the wine glass again, but her hands were shaking uncontrollably.
Lan Shenye's eyes had been paying attention to her vaguely. Seeing her like this, his brows unconsciously frowned, and his eyes revealed undisguised worry.
Seeing this, Lan Xiyue put down her chopsticks and sighed helplessly.
She stood up, walked to Qian Duoduo, and reached out to support her shaky body.
"Brother, you guys continue reciting poems and writing couplets. Duoduo has drunk a bit too much. I'll help her downstairs to rest for a while and sober up."
Lan Shenye nodded quickly: "Okay, thank you Yueyue. Xiaohong, please help support your young lady."
"Yueyue... I'm not drunk... really..." Qian Duoduo leaned against Lan Xiyue, mumbling incoherently, his steps as light as if he were stepping on cotton, "I want to drink more... This wine... is delicious... Another drink..."
Lan Xiyue carried her out in a bad mood, her tone filled with a hint of disappointment: "Still drinking? Look at you, you can't even stand steadily, and you can't even move your tongue straight! I just turned away from you, and you got yourself drunk like this? You're such a loser!"
Xiaohong, who was standing by, also hurried forward to help support her young lady, muttering with a worried look on her face, "Oh my, my young lady! Look at how drunk you are! If the master knew about this, he would scold you sternly for not acting like a lady!"
Qian Duoduo was held by two people, her body was limp, but her consciousness was still stubbornly resisting. She waved her arms and giggled: "Afraid... afraid of what! I... I was drinking with Yueyue! My dad... what would he dare to say? I just need to say... I was drinking with Yueyue... he... he wouldn't dare to say a word! Hehe..." She proudly showed off her "amulet".
Lan Xiyue was practically amused by her drunken "truth" and used her hands to steady her falling body: "Okay, Qian Duoduo! So every time you drink too much, you use my name to fool Uncle Qian? No wonder I went up to take you back. Uncle Qian has been looking at me strangely lately!"
"Yeah!" Qian Duoduo nodded vigorously, his eyes hazy with drunkenness, as if to affirm his own intelligence. "That's...that's right! It's best to mention you...!"
Lan Xiyue and Xiaohong worked together and finally dragged the drunk cat to the couch in the guest room.
As soon as Qian Duoduo touched the soft brocade cushion, he sighed comfortably, but he was still mumbling unwillingly: "Wine... Yueyue... drink... drink some more... I haven't... had enough..."
As Xiaohong covered her young lady with a thin blanket, she couldn't help but complain softly, "Haven't you had enough to drink yet? My young lady, look at how drunk you are! You can't even walk straight! Ask around in the capital, is there any respectable young lady who drinks as much as you? What will happen if the news gets out..."
Lan Xiyue stood beside the couch, looking at Qian Duoduo's drunken appearance, feeling both angry and amused.
With a flash of thought, he pulled out a small, exquisite white jade porcelain bottle from the space, uncorked it, and shook it towards the person on the couch, saying with a hint of mischief in his tone, "Alright, Miss Qian, you still want to drink? Come, I'll feed you myself. I guarantee it's good stuff."
As she spoke, she sat down beside the couch and half supported and half embraced Qian Duoduo.
Qian Duoduo vaguely smelled an extremely clear and pure fragrance and subconsciously opened his mouth.
Lan Xiyue moved quickly, pinched her chin, and poured the clear spiritual spring water in the bottle into her.
Xiaohong was terrified watching from the side, thinking that Lan Xiyue was really forcing her young lady to drink. She was so anxious that she almost jumped up and said, "Princess Regent! No...you really are feeding her? This is unacceptable! The young lady can't drink anymore!"
Lan Xiyue finished feeding her the spiritual spring water and took the empty bottle back. Upon hearing this, she raised her eyebrows and smiled with a hint of cunning: "Don't worry, what I fed her is not wine, but a holy sobering object worth a fortune. I guarantee that she will be full of life in a while."
Chu Xia, who was standing by, looked at Xiao Hong's nervous expression and couldn't help but smile. She comforted her, "Xiao Hong, don't worry. What our princess took out are all treasures. Who knows, after drinking it, Miss Qian might sober up in no time and even go out for another round of food!"
As if to confirm Chu Xia's words, as soon as she finished speaking, Qian Duoduo, who had been slumped in Lan Xiyue's arms, groaning with her eyes closed, suddenly stiffened! Then, as if she had been ejected from within by some force, she sat up straight in Lan Xiyue's arms with a swiftness that didn't seem like a drunk at all!
This sudden action startled Xiaohong and Chuxia.
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