After the wedding banquet was over, Kong Wenjie sent Fang Chengyin back to the magistrate's yamen, and Kong Wenmin drove Zhong Mingwei, Meiya, and Gu Changlin back to the other courtyard in Nanshan. When it was over, he went to send Chen Qingxuan back. He knew he couldn't drink well, and now he was working in another courtyard in Nanshan. So today I haven't touched a drop of alcohol, but Chen Qingxuan drank a lot. Walking is not stable.
"Aren't you pretty good at drinking?" Kong Wenmin drove the horse slowly. While looking back at the man collapsed in the carriage, there was inevitably some sarcasm in his eyes, "Didn't you pour me down before? What's the matter today? But I only drank a pot of wine. I was drunk Have you achieved this kind of virtue?"
"You don't know Xi... Xi wine is intoxicating," Chen Qingxuan loved to laugh after drinking too much, raised his head and smiled at Kong Wenmin. "I... I just need to drink the wedding wine. I'll be... drunk."
"That's right. Last time the Lord and Madam got married, you were as drunk as mud. I sent you home afterward." Kong Wenmin recalled the scene at that time. I couldn't help but say, "You spit all over me at that time. The new clothes I just got on, I can't take them after wearing them just once. Do you still remember?"
"No... I don't remember, I just remember that the bride looks good, hehe!" Chen Qingxuan was still laughing. The eyes are red, and I don’t know if it’s because of drinking too much wine. It’s also pretty…”
"You really drank too much," Kong Wenmin saw that Chen Qingxuan was slurring his speech and was still babbling, and thought it was a bit funny, but for some reason, he felt that he was a little pitiful, so he reined in the horse, He took out the water bottle and handed it to Chen Qingxuan, then said in a deep voice, "Hold it yourself, drink a few sips."
"No... I can't drink any more. If you drink any more, you will be drunk, and you will be ashamed of yourself," Chen Qingxuan squinted at the kettle, shook his head and turned to the other side, and licked his dry lips. , and then whispered, "It's great to get married, I... I want to get married too..."
"Then why aren't you married yet?" Kong Wenmin drank a couple of sips of water by himself, and while continuing to drive forward, he asked casually, "Don't you already have a sweetheart? Why don't you just marry someone?"
Once, when Kong Wenmin was still resentful towards Chen Qingxuan because of Fang Chengyin's love for Chen Qingxuan, Chen Qingxuan told Kong Wenmin clearly that he already had a sweetheart. Yin's attitude, he knew what Chen Qingxuan said was true. If he didn't have a sweetheart, it would be impossible for Chen Qingxuan to reject a girl like Fang Chengyin so simply. Since then, Kong Wenmin's attitude towards Chen Qingxuan has changed. Attitude, it's just that the two have been at odds for too long. Although there is no misunderstanding later, they still can't get close. Of course, Kong Wenmin is not in the mood and has no time to care about the progress of the relationship between Chen Qingxuan and his sweetheart. This is also remembered Just a random question.
"People look down on me, they never look down on me," Chen Qingxuan babbled, his voice became softer and hoarse, "It's all three thousand weak water, Just take a scoop to drink, I... I thought she was my scoop, but I didn't know that she already had her own scoop, and... also made someone else's scoop, she is... God As a matchmaker, I... what am I... "
Kong Wenmin is a vulgar person, so he couldn't understand Chen Qingxuan's polite words, but he understood the last sentence. He looked at Chen Qingxuan with a funny face, and said with a sneer: "You just say that people Wouldn’t it be enough if you didn’t like you? Whoring or not, I almost misunderstood that you, a poor scholar, have other hobbies.”
"What... what hobbies?" Chen Qingxuan turned over slowly, his wet eyes peeped out from his messy hair, and he looked at Kong Wenmin in a daze, "You just said... what hobbies do I have?"
For some reason, being stared at by Chen Qingxuan's eyes, Kong Wenjie felt his scalp a little tight. He turned his head away and said in a low voice, "It's nothing."