Murong Yunfei looked at Chu Lan, who was as steady as a rock when he sat down, and then at Zhang Qingjiu, who was frowning slightly beside him, his eyes flashed, and a faint smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, "Originally, I thought I could
If you get closer to your savior, you can toast Master Xiao Zhang with two glasses of wine. It seems like you have to get up."
After saying that, Murong Yunfei actually immediately picked up the wine glass and stood up.
Seeing his bold and uninhibited behavior, Chu Wei glanced at Murong Qingwan and smiled slightly, "It's rare to see such a lively night as this, so there is no need to be restrained."
This sentence can be regarded as a solution to Murong Xiaoxiao's situation just now, and it also clarifies Chu Lan's "special behavior". Of course... it can also be regarded as a tacit approval of Murong Chunlai's actions at this moment.
After all, it is true that the habit of drinking and mingling at the beginning of dinner is not common in Dahui. Murong Chunlai's behavior was a bit inappropriate after all.
Zhang Qingjiu glanced at him, raised the corners of his lips, picked up the wine glass in his hand and was about to stand up, when someone suddenly grabbed his left wrist.
The sleeves of the robe were wide, and only one corner of the clothes could be seen flying, but no specific movement could be seen.
Being pulled like this, Zhang Qingjiu's strength instantly lost its focus and he sat back down.
Zhang Qingjiu frowned and was about to speak when someone on the side slowly spoke, "Mr. Zhang was injured a while ago, so I'm afraid it's not appropriate to drink tonight."
"Isn't it appropriate to drink?" Murong Chunlai was stunned for a moment after hearing these words of refusal without any cover-up. A trace of confusion seemed to flash in his eyes, and he blinked at Chu Lan, "But didn't she drink that night?"
Less?"
As he finished saying this, Zhang Qingjiu clearly felt that the force holding his wrist was obviously stronger.
Out of the corner of his eye, he glanced at the face that was still calm but clearly cold. Zhang Qingjiu couldn't help but snorted softly in his heart.
But the wine glass in her right hand, which had been lifted up, was gently placed back on the table without her noticing.
"That's a state banquet." Chu Lan's expression seemed to have softened a bit. She raised her eyes and glanced at Murong Yunfei. Although she looked up, she didn't feel weak at all.
The implication is that Mr. Xiao Zhang is not good at all. The reason why he drank at the state banquet that day was because he, as a minister, could not lose the face of Da Hui.
But it was different today. If Murong Yunfei allowed Zhang Qingjiu to drink at the family banquet, it would mean that he was not giving Zhang Qingjiu face.
Murong Yunfei was not stupid. After thinking for a while, he understood the deep meaning of Chu Lan's words. He immediately chuckled and said, "Brother Crown Prince is right. I didn't think well. I will learn more from Brother Crown Prince to love and care for courtiers in the future."
, that’s how you care for your subordinates.”
After saying that, Murong Yunfei picked up the wine glass and raised his eyebrows, "Then I'll drink this glass of wine. Mr. Xiao Zhang can do as he pleases."
"Okay." Looking at Murong Yunfei's empty glass after drinking it in one gulp, Zhang Qingjiu couldn't help but twitch the corner of her mouth. She really didn't expect that Chu Lan could really break it!
After a small interlude, the banquet officially started. Murong Xiaoxiao, a little girl, would say a few pleasant words from time to time, making Murong Qingwan and Chu Wei laugh so much that after dinner, they actually
It was unprecedentedly enjoyable, relaxing and joyful.
After dinner was finished, Murong Qingwan smiled and invited everyone to the flower hall. The maids followed behind them obediently and brought snacks to them.
"Xiaoxiao, try Dahui's dim sum." Murong Qingwan smiled slightly, put a plate of exquisite dim sum in front of Murong Xiaoxiao, her eyes were full of love.
Murong Xiaoxiao looked at the snack and was about to reach out to pick it up when she suddenly burped.
The flower hall was so quiet that her voice sounded particularly clear.
Seeing all the people's eyes looking at her, although there was no mockery in their eyes, Murong Xiaoxiao couldn't help it, her face suddenly turned red, and she shook her head pitifully, "
Aunt Queen, although Xiaoxiao really wants to eat it, she really can’t eat it anymore.”
This interesting and pioneering act made everyone laugh again.
Feeling full and sleepy, Zhang Qingjiu glanced at the snacks placed beside him, yawned lightly, simply propped his arms up on his chin, and narrowed his eyes while listening to Murong Xiaoxiao's chirping voice.
Chu Lan lowered her eyes and looked up, just in time to meet those slightly narrowed eyes, which were bright and dim under the swaying candlelight.
Chu Lan's eyes flashed, and she stretched out her hand to pick up the pear blossom cake next to her, and moved it over without leaving any trace.
The movement is not big and the sound is very soft, but it is enough for people sitting next to him to notice.
Zhang Qingjiu was stunned for a moment, turned his head and glanced, then turned his head away embarrassingly, pretending not to see anything.
Want to reconcile over a plate of pear blossom cake? Where in the world can such an easy thing happen?
If I’m not allowed to drink during the meal, why can’t I help myself with snacks?
Thinking of this, Zhang Qingjiu hummed softly, reached out to pick up the snack on the plate on his right, and took a bite... Zhang Qingjiu's face changed slightly, and his brows instantly frowned.
The taste of almonds filled his mouth. Zhang Qingjiu gritted his teeth and tried several times, but finally couldn't swallow it.
Sighing in his heart, Zhang Qingjiu stood up and walked outside the house.
She deliberately sat outside, and as everyone's eyes were now focused on Murong Xiaoxiao and her brother, few people noticed her getting up.
Only Chu Lan frowned without leaving a trace. After his eyes wandered around the table, his expression changed slightly, he got up and chased after her.
There were two people in front and one behind. After all, they were making a lot of noise.
Murong Xiaoxiao looked at Chu Lan's back and said, "Hey, what are you doing, brother Prince? Why is sister Qingjiu missing?"
Murong Qingwan also realized that Zhang Qingjiu was missing. Thinking of what happened at the dinner table, she looked at Chu Wei with a tacit smile in their eyes.
Murong Yunfei picked up the tea on the table and took a sip, his eyes swept over the plate of pear blossom cakes that had been moved and then disappeared, and a gleam of light flashed in his shrewd eyes.
After spitting out the almond cake, his mouth was still full of almond flavor. Zhang Qingjiu sighed, feeling a little uncomfortable in his mouth and nose.
She didn't like the taste of almond cake in her previous life, but she didn't expect Zhang Qingjiu's body to be even worse. She couldn't stand even one bite.
With a faint sigh, Zhang Qingjiu stood up, thinking that he had to go back and have a sip of tea. Unexpectedly, as soon as he turned around, a cup of tea and a handkerchief were suddenly delivered to him.
The person who came did not speak, but he showed no intention of taking back his extended hand. Zhang Qingjiu stared at him for a long time, furrowed his brows, and was about to turn around and leave again.
"Don't show off." In the end, it was Chu Lan who spoke first.
With a slight sigh, Chu Lan walked up to Zhang Qingjiu and handed the tea over again, "Since I don't like the taste of almonds, I'll rinse my mouth first."
Zhang Qingjiu looked at him deeply, but still couldn't bear the torment in his body. He took the tea and snorted: "Don't think that just because I drank your tea, it means I forgive you.
I just feel so uncomfortable.”
Looking at those somewhat arrogant eyes, the corners of Chu Lan's lips raised involuntarily.