Wen Chan seldom gets drunk.
It's not whether to drink or not, but not to be drunk.
Everyone at this table can get drunk, except Wen Chan, because he has a big secret hidden in his heart, and once he gets drunk, he can't keep this secret.
He has to be the most sober person at all times, like a solid guard.
"I can't drink it anymore! I really can't drink it anymore!" Wen Chan hugged the wine bottle, his handsome face was flushed, and his neck and ears were completely red, and he shouted, "I'm full!"
Holding the wine jar, Shan Ke tentatively asked, "The last glass?"
Wen Chan was taken aback when he heard that, his eyes were misty, and he was easily persuaded, "Okay, but wait a minute, I'll eat something before drinking."
"Otherwise I'll get drunk..." He muttered, his eyes turned around the dishes on the table, he suddenly reached out and grabbed one of the tiger skin green peppers in front of him, and stuffed it into his mouth involuntarily.
Everyone at the table was startled, Liang Yanbei hurriedly said, "Wipe it quickly, don't let the juice get on your body."
However, it was too late, Wen Chan held the green pepper and squeezed it, the soup in it flowed down his arm and into his sleeve.
Ah Fu hastily took out the handkerchief and wiped off the dripping juice, "My lord, why are you..."
Qiao Yanci, who was on the opposite side, was also drunk, pointing at Wen Chan and laughing, "His Royal Highness, are you confused? How do you eat vegetables with your hands?"
Plum wine does not have too much alcohol smell, but after all, there is a word for wine. May Island people are used to drinking, so this kind of wine is naturally fine as a drink, but Qiao Yanci is a deep boudoir, and Wen Chan's body has never been touched. If you drink too much, you will get drunk.
Qinqi, Calligraphy and Ah Fu took care of Wen Chan, so they didn't dare to drink too much. Liang Shuhong didn't like drinking at all, and Jiang Yueying didn't drink much. As for Liang Yanbei, Shan Ke, and Situ Zhoulan, they could drink quite well. Therefore, only Wen Chan and Qiao Yanci were the first to get drunk.
Wen Chan wiped his hands clean, shook the wine bottle, "The last glass, the last glass, pour me quickly."
Seeing that he was drunk, Shan Ke obviously couldn't drink any more, so he looked at Liang Yanbei uncertainly.
"Don't pour it for him." Liang Yanbei said.
"No! No!" Wen Chan protested, and smashed the table with a wine bottle. Although it didn't take much effort, it still made a loud bang, "Fall down!"
"Why don't you help them both back to rest." Liang Shuhong suggested.
That's the only way to go, if the two of them are drunk, if there is a quarrel at the table, the others won't be able to continue drinking, and it's not good to bump into each other.
Liang Yanbei glanced at Wen Chan, nodded in agreement, "Zhou Lan, take Miss Qiao back to her room."
Situ Zhoulan responded and pulled Qiao Yanci's arm, "Sister Yanci, let's go back."
"I won't answer!" Unexpectedly, Qiao Yan struggled to refuse, reached into her sleeve and touched it, and found a scarlet tassel, "I have something to give to Yan Bei."
They shouted so intimately that anyone with a discerning eye could immediately see that something was wrong.
Liang Yanbei's smiling face froze, looking at the tassel, a bad premonition filled his heart.
"You should not be married yet. It just so happens that we are both talented and beautiful. We are a match made in heaven, and our ages are not too far apart. This is my heart... I hope you can accept it." Qiao Yanci handed the tassel to Liang Yanbei, her beautiful eyes full of tears. It is hope.
Although she looked drunk, her words were clear.
Everyone was unexpected and silently watched the show.
Liang Yanbei was in a dilemma, unable to stretch out his hand no matter what: he didn't really want it.
Wen Chan watched coldly, and suddenly said something surprising, "He already has a wife, and even a son, you should seriously line up."
As soon as these words came out, even Liang Yanbei himself was very surprised, and the focus of his eyes turned to Wen Chan.
Qiao Yan said angrily, "You are talking nonsense, I have inquired specifically, Yanbei is not married at all, where is the son?!"
"Yes!" Wen Chan pursed his lips in disbelief, "The name is Liang Shaojing, the word is Jinzhi, and I wrote the name myself!"
Successfully bluffed Qiao Yanci, "Is this true? Impossible..."
"How can it be impossible? On the day he got married, I personally gave it..." Wen Chan thought for a while, stretched out his fingers and counted, "I gave a thousand taels of gold, a good house, ten boxes of jewelry and emeralds each, and a silk bag as a tribute." Five boxes of satin, and the pictures I painted with my own hands, I can't remember the rest."
"So many!" Qiao Yanci's eyes widened in shock.
"That's what he deserves." Wen Chan said.
He looked so swearing, Shan Ke couldn't help but said to Liang Yanbei, "Cousin, is this true?"
Liang Yanbei almost believed it himself. Thinking back on his first half of his life, he asked Wen Chan amusedly, "I only have one son, don't I have a daughter?"
"No, just one." Wen Chan said, then added after a pause, "But I have six sons and four daughters, if you want, I can give you one."
Everyone couldn't laugh or cry, and said, "You are drunk, you should take a good rest."
Wen Chan said angrily, "You don't believe me? Everything I said is true!"
"Yes, yes, it's all true, we believe you." Shan Ke said, "Ah Fu, help him back quickly."
Liang Yanbei was so happy that he wanted to get up, "You guys continue to eat, I'll send it back to Master Wen."
"Hey—" Shan Ke pressed his shoulders, "That can't be done, you can't be absent from this table."
"Just for a while." Liang Yanbei said.
"Not for a while." Shan Ke smiled, cousin, I still don't know what you are thinking
"Come on, let's continue drinking!" He filled up the empty wine bottles, beckoning and persuading him to drink.
Seeing that everyone didn't believe him, Wen Chan got up angrily and walked out of the yard. Ah Fu quickly chased after him, turned the man around, and brought him back to the house.
Qiao Yanci was still holding on to the tassels and refused to leave, Situ Zhoulan poured something into her wine, after drinking she fell into a drowsy sleep, and was helped back when she was half asleep and half awake.
Seeing this, Jiang Yueying also bid farewell.
After the five people left the table, the table seemed to be empty. Liang Yanbei's eyes followed Wen Chan unwillingly until the door was closed. He turned around and gave Shan Ke Yang a big smile.
I thought to myself that I can eat a lot of you tonight, can I spare you
He picked up a jug of wine from the ground, removed the wine bottle, and replaced it with two bowls, "Come on, cousin, let's have a good drink."
Shan Ke's smile was a bit ugly, "Don't worry, don't worry."
Liang Yanbei sneered, "Yes, take your time."
With a little resentment in his heart, he began to persuade him to drink wildly. The whole table, including Liang Shuhong who didn't like drinking, were all drunk by him, until Shan Ke was dizzy from drinking, and begged for mercy with his tongue out, "Cousin, cousin Brother, I know I was wrong, so don’t pour it for me again.”
"Have you had enough?" He asked, raising an eyebrow.
"Enough is enough." Shan Ke suppressed his nausea.
"Do you still dare to show me your wit?"
"Don't dare, don't dare."
Only then did Liang Yanbei show his kindness, and put the wine jar on the table, "Okay, then let's drink here today, thank you all for coming to celebrate my birthday."
However, no one answered him, Qin Qi Shu Hua was drowsy, Liang Shuhong lay on his stomach like a dead fish drunk, Shan Ke was panting heavily.
"You send my cousin back." Liang Yanbei said as he tapped Dan Ke on the shoulder.
He picked up the piano, chess, calligraphy and painting by himself, and brought them back to Wen Chan's gatehouse, one on the left and one on the right, and knocked on the door, and it was Ah Fu who opened the door.
Seeing that both of them were drunk, Ah Fu hurriedly reached out to pick them up, and muttered, "Why are you so drunk?"
Liang Yanbei was fine, his eyes were still clear, and he asked in a low voice, "Where is Young Master Wen?"
"I've washed and gone to sleep." Ah Fu replied in a low voice, "Thank you Mr. Liang for sending him back."
He glanced inside and saw that there was indeed a blurry figure on the bed, so he nodded and said, "You're welcome to rest as soon as possible."
Ah Fu responded, and first helped the two of them enter the warm pavilion with the piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, and then turned back to fetch water, because all the servants in the courtyard were transferred to other places by Liang Yanbei, so Ah Fu had to boil water by himself, and by the way, also gave Liang Yanbei There was less bath water, and after returning home, he wiped his hands and face on the piano, chess, calligraphy and paintings, and took off his boots.
Liang Yanbei was the only one who was not drunk, or not so drunk. After washing himself clean and getting rid of the smell of alcohol, he lay back on the bed and fell asleep under the moonlight.
On a quiet night with a breezy breeze, Liang Yanbei was soundly asleep. Before he started dreaming, he was awakened by a knock on the door.
He was still sleepy, thinking that someone must be in a hurry, so he hurriedly put on his coat and went to open the door, only to find that the person who knocked on the door was Ah Fu with an anxious expression on his face.
The first thing he said was, "Our young master is gone!"