He didn't actually mean to say that. What he actually wanted to say was that she was really a... good woman.
Yes, good woman.
The sixteen-year-old young man only knew what Guan Guan Jujiu was and what a fair lady was from that day.
But he kept his mouth shut.
"Thank you, fifth brother," Lu Zhishan patted his shoulder gently, "Fifth brother is young, so you should drink less."
Lu Zhishan was more than a head taller than him. Standing in front of him and looking down at him like that gave him not only a sense of oppression, but also a sense of humiliation.
He sat back at the table and drank another glass of osmanthus wine. Although the prince's wedding banquet was beautiful, it was never as lively as the wedding banquet of the common people. Even the wedding wine was osmanthus wine that was not intoxicating.
But for some reason, Lu Zhicheng felt that the osmanthus wine that day was very strong. He obviously didn't drink much, but he was very drunk.
When the personal guard came over and whispered to him to restrain himself, everyone in the hall suddenly started shouting.
"Brother, the banquet has just begun, you have to leave!" Lu Zhichan laughed loudest, and the woman's sharp voice stung Lu Zhicheng's eardrums, "Brother, you are too unreserved. It’s broad daylight and I’m so anxious to get into the bridal chamber!”
"Eldest sister!" He suddenly grabbed Lu Zhichan's hand, and his voice was so cold that even he felt unfamiliar, "You are not allowed to say that to the eldest brother!"
"Cheng'er, you're drunk..." Lu Zhichan frowned and looked at him with an impatient look on his face. He stretched out his hand to call his bodyguard over, "Cheng'er has drunk too much. Send him back now."
"Yes, I obey," the guard rushed over to help him, "Your Highness, you have returned to the palace."
He leaned on the guard and staggered out with the guard. When he turned around, Lu Zhishan also staggered out, but he walked towards the door, while Lu Zhishan walked towards the backyard with a smile on his face. .
The eye-catching red color stung his eyes, and he was so busy that he closed them.
…
"Your Highness, why are you crying?" the guard asked cautiously in surprise, "Your Highness, are you feeling uncomfortable after drinking too much?"
Lu Zhicheng didn't speak, still closed his eyes, letting his tears fall gently.
"Your Highness, don't cry, we are going back to the palace now," the guard said with relief, "Your Highness will feel less uncomfortable after drinking the hangover soup."
…
That day, he really drank the hangover soup, a lot of it.
Li Fei fed him three large bowls of hangover soup. He suddenly had a severe headache and his stomach was bulging. He was so uncomfortable that he writhes on the bed. Li Fei had no choice but to call Qin Lu over to check his pulse. Qin Lu helped him induce vomiting. He vomited so much that he almost vomited gall. In the room full of stench, he hugged a slingshot and fell asleep peacefully.
…
Lu Zhicheng rubbed the tea cup with his fingers. Because he had practiced martial arts since he was a child, his fingers had a lot of dead skin calluses. No matter how hot the tea was, it would not be too hot for him, but his heart was still extremely soft and fragile, especially It was in front of that woman, and now, that woman was sitting in front of him, looking at her with a look of relief and expectation.
That look reminded him of his mother.
He curled his lips bitterly. She was the woman who opened the door to his heart, but he was just a sensible brother in her eyes.
"Sister-in-law, you are kidding me. I am already twenty-two years old this year," Lu Zhicheng looked at Mu Nanzhi with a smile and said calmly, "The crowning ceremony was held four years ago."
A bit late~Sorry