Chapter 223: "Who will be the dowry for..."
After saying that, Wen Yu even raised his sleeves to sweep, and then spread out his hands in a gesture of invitation.
Today we are sitting on the ground among the flowers, so there are inevitably some branches and leaves.
Wen Yu looked around and confirmed that everything was correct before asking Yu Chang to sit down.
Yu Chang turned her eyes away and slowly sat down at her table. Her every move and gesture was truly elegant and graceful like a girl.
Xiyan came along and was not as formal as Yu Chang. He just found a gap and sat down.
Chen Chuo looked around and saw that everyone was there. He then snapped his fingers and said, "Brother Cheng, bring the wine."
Everyone was stunned when they heard this. Xi Yan even asked doubtfully, "Your Highness, what kind of wine should we serve? Why don't you let me..."
"No need, no need." Chen Chuo raised his hand and said mysteriously, "I calculated the date exactly since I left Shangdu."
Chen Chuo leaned forward, unable to hide the smile on his face.
"Since I've decided to come here and celebrate Double Ninth Festival with you, I naturally brought some drinks!"
"Sister Chen Chuo is very good at predicting things." Song Linsheng shook his head and smiled helplessly.
"Don't try that!" Chen Chuo stopped Song Linsheng with one sentence, then turned to Song Shuangcheng, "Brother Cheng, hurry up."
Song Shuangcheng frowned slightly, but his expression was indescribably gentle. He raised his sleeve and placed the jar of wine he had prepared early in the morning on the table.
"You have chrysanthemum tea, and I have chrysanthemum wine." Chen Chuo uncorked the wine, and the fragrance immediately filled the air, even more fragrant than the Coiling Dragon Jade. "Try it?"
Wen Yu's nose twitched slightly and her eyes lit up. She couldn't help but stroke the edge of the cup. She was really itching to do it.
In contrast to her, Song Linsheng's smile froze instantly, and then he tentatively asked, "Sister Chen Chuo, this wine..."
"Don't worry! A few drinks won't make you drunk." Chen Chuo looked as if he understood what he was doing. He glanced at Song Linsheng and Wen Yu and said gently, "Drink tea first and then wine. A small cup can relieve a thousand worries."
She knew that I seldom drank, but in this situation, how could I let it go?
Wen Yu pursed her lips tightly, but the raised corners of her mouth were enough to show her anticipation at the moment. She even held the cup in her hands and seemed eager to try.
Song Linsheng glanced at her and felt helpless and amused. He could only raise his hand to replace the teacup in Wen Yu's hand with his wine cup, and then shook his head in the face of Wen Yu's grateful gaze.
He wasn't worried about how intoxicating the wine would be.
But the loquat wine we drank last time at Xianchun Cottage wasn't really a strong liquor, but Xiaoyu...
"Come! Fill it up!" Chen Chuo raised the wine jar and was about to pour wine for Wen Yu. His gestures were very generous. "Let our lady Wen Yu go first."
But before she could make a move, Song Shuangcheng beside her spoke first.
"Achuo."
Song Shuangcheng took the wine jar, poured it into the green jade wine pot, and then handed it to Chen Chuo.
"Be careful not to hurt your hands."
Chen Chuo shrugged, but seemed not surprised at all. He just glared at Song Shuangcheng helplessly.
She was not afraid of hurting her hands with spears and daggers on the battlefield, so how could a mere jar of wine hurt her hands?
But she would never say this to Brother Cheng.
Money can't buy her happiness, it's just what she is willing to do.
"Come, Madam Wenyu." Chen Chuo smiled heartily, and then poured wine for everyone present one by one, "Today is Double Ninth Festival, let's drink this cup together!"
Wen Yu excitedly held the cup with both hands, congratulated everyone, said some auspicious words of blessing, and then couldn't wait to drink it all in one gulp.
Under the starry sky, the fragrant chrysanthemum wine goes down your throat.
She drank with great satisfaction and enjoyed herself to the fullest, so naturally she didn't notice the slightly uneasy look in Song Linsheng's eyes beside her.
Yu Chang simply raised his cup and lightly touched his lips, his eyes moving to take in the expressions of Song Linsheng and Wen Yu.
He only knew that some monsters could not drink realgar wine, but he had never heard that a small tree spirit like Wen Yu could not drink chrysanthemum wine.
But the hidden worry in Song Linsheng's eyes did not seem fake.
Yu Chang lowered his eyebrows and concealed the expression in his eyes.
Does he know something...
"Miss Yingying, how are you?" Xiyan raised his empty cup and even waved it towards Yu Chang, "Can you handle it?"
"Ahem." Yu Chang was lost in thought when he was suddenly choked by his words. "I'm fine."
Wen Yu put down her wine cup, raised her hand and patted Yu Chang on the back, "Sister, although the wine is good, please don't drink too much."
Song Linsheng smiled and shook his head, then handed the jade pot filled with chrysanthemum tea to Yu Chang.
Wen Yu's eyes passed by and he immediately understood, "Wash the inkstone——"
"Yes! Yes, yes, yes!" Xiyan put down the wine cup in a panic and hurriedly added tea for Yuchang.
Yu Chang frowned, and his cold eyes couldn't help but warm up. He glanced at Wen Yu, then looked at Xi Yan helplessly.
Seeing everyone making such a fuss, Chen Chuo couldn't help but laugh out loud, then turned around and held up the cup with Song Shuangcheng, "Brother Cheng, this day every year, every year."
Song Shuangcheng pursed his lips and smiled, and replied to Chen Chuo: "A Chuo, I would never trade your words for anything."
After a few drinks, Chen Chuo felt relaxed. The tension he had just felt during the spear practice disappeared, leaving only laziness.
The fragrance of flowers lingered around him, the stars twinkled above his head, and the laughter of the crowd decorated Guanwu Courtyard. Chen Chuo seemed to have returned to his childhood, happy and carefree.
At that time, they were also in this yard...
Shen Chuo looked at the sky full of stars and couldn't help but lean back.
It was not until her back touched the camphor tree and a slight itch came over her that she suddenly stopped.
Autumn is deepening, but the camphor trees remain evergreen.
The camphor tree still looked the same as she remembered, only it was thicker, more lush and more vibrant.
Shen Chuo raised his eyebrows, raised his hand and patted the camphor tree trunk, suddenly remembering an interesting story.
"Ah..." Chen Chuo turned around and drank the cup in one gulp, pretending to be sad, "It's really true that there is only one person wearing dogwood branches."
As soon as these words were spoken, everyone stopped drinking and turning their heads, all focusing their eyes on Chen Chuo.
Wen Yu blinked, a little confused, and just stared at Chen Chuo blankly, waiting for the next step.
Song Linsheng knew the temperament of this Shen Chuo sister very well. Seeing her like this, he knew what she wanted to say next without having to guess.
But Song Linsheng had no other choice. After all, his brother was still sitting next to Sister Shen Chuo. He could only sigh and leave it to fate.
Song Shuangcheng seemed to sense something and also looked up at Song Linsheng who was sitting opposite him. A faint smile crossed his lips, but he did not say a word to stop it. He still let Shen Chuo pretend to be sad and covered his face with tears.
"Hmm?" Xi Yan, confused, glanced at everyone present. "Aren't the eldest and young masters here? Where is..."
"Xiyan." Chen Chuo interrupted Xiyan's words and said angrily, "What you said is not right. How can you only remember your own son?"
After saying that, Shen Chuo turned to look at Song Linsheng, his face becoming more and more sad, "If your second brother Lu were here..."
But before she could finish her words, she couldn't help but burst out laughing.
“Hahahahahahaha.”
Shen Chuo laughed even more happily, and couldn't help but pat the camphor tree trunk several times.
The green leaves swirled and fell from the branches, and the thick branches stretched out, and the silvery moonlight leaked through them, spreading over everyone's shoulders and heads.
"No, if your second brother Lu was here, this camphor tree would probably not be here anymore."
"Sister Chen Chuo." Song Linsheng's face flushed, but he could only call out softly, just begging Sister Chen Chuo to let him go.
Wen Yu was a little confused at first. Even the three words "Second Brother Lu" did not give her any special feeling.
But when she heard the word camphor tree, she suddenly understood.
"Madam Wenyu, do you know?" Chen Chuo raised his sleeve to pour wine for Wenyu, his words and actions were very warm, "This camphor tree was originally intended as a dowry for me, and I am promised to the second son of the Lu family in Minghuai Mansion."
Wen Yu's eyes turned and she carefully glanced at Song Linsheng's expression. She saw that he was holding his forehead with one hand, looking quite helpless, but not angry at all.
"Know a little bit... a little bit?"
Retracting his gaze, Wen Yu crouched on the table, raised an eyebrow to signal Chen Chuo to continue, and twirled the wine glass as if nothing had happened.
"His Second Brother Lu is..."
Chen Chuo looked at Wen Yu, who was as furry as a cat, and suddenly thought of his own Xiao Feilian.
She immediately forgot what she was going to say, and just leaned forward like Wen Yu, saying mysteriously:
"No, even if Second Brother Lu isn't here."
Wen Yu's fair face was stained with alcohol, making it look even more flushed.
This look was reflected in Shen Chuo's eyes, and his smile deepened.
"This camphor tree can still serve as my dowry."
And the person who will receive this dowry is probably right before our eyes.
Wen Yu didn't react for a moment, and just stared blankly at Chen Chuo laughing uncontrollably, but she didn't know why he was laughing.
"But..." Wen Yu remembered the customs Song Linsheng had told her earlier, and couldn't help but move forward again, "Sister Chen Chuo, isn't the dowry prepared for the girl?"
What's more, I heard that his engagement with the second son of the Lu family was called off after Song Linsheng was born.
Chen Chuo waved his hand nonchalantly, then extended a finger and hooked it towards Wen Yu, "It doesn't matter if it's a girl or a boy, it all depends on what Madam Wen Yu likes."
"Hmm?" Wen Yu was even more confused. She wondered if Chen Chuo was a little drunk. His words were so incoherent that she asked, "Sister Chen Chuo, are you saying..."
"Achuo, you are drunk."
"Xiaoyu, why don't you drink less?"
Song Shuangcheng and Song Linsheng had a tacit understanding and both spoke out to persuade the two people next to them who were about to hold hands and touch heads.
"Me? I'm drunk?" Shen Chuo turned his head and glanced at Song Shuangcheng, "How could that be?"
Song Shuangcheng was silent for a moment, as if he was used to Shen Chuo's answer. "I'll take you back to rest."
The figures in front of her were overlapping and intertwined. Wen Yu blinked and could not see the faces of Chen Chuo and Song Shuangcheng clearly. She simply stretched out her hand and waved, trying to push away the chaotic shadows.
"Xiaoyu." Song Linsheng raised his sleeve and held Wenyu's hand, feeling the burning warmth on her fingertips. "Xiaoyu, how about drinking less today?"
Wen Yu turned around and looked at Song Linsheng.
It seems that he has never restricted her in eating and drinking?
Even when drinking, I never interfered.
Didn't she drink quite a bit last time when they were picking loquats at Xianchun Cottage? She never heard Song Linsheng say a word.
Why today... he seemed a little... nagging, as if he had told her several times to drink less.
Wen Yuxiu frowned, very puzzled.
Looking at Song Linsheng who was right in front of her, Wen Yu let him hold her hand in a daze.
Song Linsheng lowered his eyebrows and had a gentle look in his eyes. He only patiently persuaded Wen Yu, but did not urge her, nor did he reach out to stop the wine glass still in her hand.
"Xiaoyu?"
"Um?"
Wen Yu responded lazily, a few sighs escaping from between her lips, and then she raised her eyes and looked at Song Linsheng very seriously.
The night was pitch black, the moonlight was pale, and wisps of starlight fell on Song Linsheng's shoulders, shrouding him in a strange halo, making his appearance more upright and his eyes more gentle.
He is indeed a person as exquisite as a piece of jade.
For some unknown reason, Wen Yu threw away the wine glass and rushed towards Song Linsheng's cheek.
"So soft..." She pinched it while muttering, "Song Linsheng, you..."
"Xiaoyu!" Song Linsheng originally smiled calmly, but suddenly raised his voice, "Xiaoyu."
Yu Chang looked over and saw Wen Yu putting his hands back to cover his forehead.
"What is that..." Wen Yu held her head and shook it, as if she wasn't even sure, "Why is it itchy..."
A faint blue light leaked out from between her fingers. When Song Linsheng saw it, he immediately raised his hand and covered Wen Yu's hand.
Yu Chang withdrew his gaze and sighed in his heart.
He finally understood. No wonder Song Linsheng had tried to stop her from drinking before. So this was what was going on.
Fortunately, everyone was drunk now. Song Shuangcheng helped Chen Chuo leave the table, and Xi Yan even fell asleep on the table. No one else noticed this.
Yu Chang lowered his eyes and looked at the teacup in front of him. He raised his hand and knocked on the rim of the cup. The tea in the cup swayed and produced a unique ripple.
"Feed this to her." Yu Chang gently pushed with two fingers and handed the cup to Song Linsheng.
Song Linsheng's gaze shifted when he heard this, until it met Yu Chang's eyes, and then he calmed down, "Miss Yingying..."
Yu Chang's expression was indifferent, his eyes were cold, "You know I'm not."
Judging from how he hurriedly covered up for Wen Yu just now, Song Linsheng must have known about Wen Yu's affairs, but he did not look surprised at all. Instead, he was worried that others would find out.
Since you know about Wen Yu, why are you still calling her Miss Yingying? Where did the Miss Yingying come from?
"Thank you very much, anyway." Song Linsheng nodded with a firm look in his eyes, "I..."
"No need." Yu Chang brushed the hair that fell in front of him back and hummed nonchalantly, "I'm not doing this for you."
Song Linsheng remained silent, not wanting to argue with him. He simply took off his outer robe to cover Wen Yu's entire body to prevent the faint light from leaking out.
If it was to sober up or something else, Xiaoyu would definitely not agree.
Song Linsheng's lips curved slightly, and a plan came to his mind.
"Xiaoyu." Song Linsheng held Wenyu in one hand and brought the teacup that Yu Chang handed to her to her lips with the other hand. "Xiaoyu, would you like another cup?"
Wen Yu's mind was confused and her body felt heavy. In fact, she could no longer hear clearly what Song Linsheng was saying, but whenever he opened his mouth, she still habitually answered.
"Naturally."
After saying that, Wen Yu snatched the teacup from Song Linsheng's hand and drank it all in one gulp, apparently mistaking the chrysanthemum tea for chrysanthemum wine.
After taking a few bites, Wen Yu seemed to still be savoring the taste, and couldn't help but pursing her lips and mumbling.
"Sister Chen Chuo, you just said you wanted to chop down the camphor tree for a dowry..."
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