Feng Ming narrowed his eyes slightly, chuckled softly, and with a nonchalant flick of his wrist, spoke in measured tones:
“Listen here, Laozi… to be honest, there are a lot of people in this world, but I’ve never heard anyone dare to call themselves those two words in front of me.”
“After that, a chill ran down Feng Ming’s eyes. “Master Han,” he said, his voice laced with ice. “It seems your courage has grown over the past few days. You dare to do anything, don’t you?”
Feng Ming’s statement, “I dare to do anything,” was loaded with meaning. Han Yun immediately understood what he meant.
Isn’t this obvious? Isn’t it a sarcasm towards him for daring to cooperate with Mo Yunjing in staging this play?
Thinking about this play, Han Yun was indeed guilty.
At this time, his eyes dodged a bit, and he coughed awkwardly twice. The tone of his voice wasn’t as aggressive when he spoke, “I heard they say you were waiting for me to drink with you?”
After saying that, he took two steps back and pretended not to see the meal and wine already set out on the table, continuing:
“I’m actually hungry too, where’s the food? And the wine?”
He immediately changed the subject, and Feng Ming’s lips curled into a cryptic, shallow smile. “This seat still prefers to hear Lord Han call himself ‘Laozi’.”
When Feng Ming said this, she deliberately emphasized the last two words.
His words instantly made Han Yun’s face a little embarrassed, and he couldn’t help but cough lightly twice, “I was just in a hurry just now, Phoenix Valley Master, please don’t tease me.”
“…”
The two disciples of the Qingyun Pavilion guarding the courtyard looked at each other in surprise.
To be honest, after years of serving their master, this was the first time they had ever seen him looking so embarrassed.
It’s a bit novel.
I couldn’t help but chuckle a little.
When has their master ever been afraid of others? <<<
Now, in front of Young Master Feng, he seemed a little awkward and uncomfortable. It was truly novel to see such a sight.
Perhaps the sneering looks from his two subordinates were too obvious. Han Yun immediately turned his head and glared at the pair.
<>
Feng Ming raised an eyebrow, then walked over to a stone table and sat down. He gestured with his chin toward the chair opposite him. “Master Han, please sit down.”
Han Yun swallowed nervously. At this point, she didn’t want to go, but there was no other choice. She could only grit her teeth and walk over, sitting down opposite Feng Ming.
Seeing him sit down, Feng Ming raised his hand and opened a jar of wine. Without a word, he directly poured a bowl for Han Yun.
There are no cups in the courtyard today, only bowls, so we can only drink with bowls.
At this moment, Han Yun felt a jolt in his heart. He couldn’t let Feng Ming do this kind of thing at this time, or he would be even more panicked.
He quickly reached out his hand, “Let me do it, let me do it. This is a small matter for me.”
As Han Yun spoke, he wanted to grab the wine jar and pour some for Feng Ming.
Ke Fengming raised an eyebrow, and pulled her hand back to avoid Han Yun’s actions.
A knowing smile played on the corner of his lips as he spoke slowly, “Master Han, you needn’t be so polite. My brother and I haven’t had a proper drink together in ages. Tonight, let us drink till we are unconscious.”
This saying, “Not drunk, not home,” made Han Yun’s heart skip a beat. It was truly irresistible.
After pouring himself a bowl of wine, Feng Ming also raised his own cup. Han Yun didn’t hesitate and lifted the large bowl in front of him, launching into a hearty opening speech:
“I heard that Valley Master Feng has been waiting for me to come back for dinner for a while. I must apologize first and thank Valley Master Feng for waiting so long. It was my fault, I’ll drink this wine, Valley Master Feng please.”
After he finished speaking, he looked up and gulped a mouthful.
When he tried to swallow the drink, he almost choked.
“!”
What is this thing?
Realizing something was wrong, he immediately tried to spit out the drink.
But Feng Ming seemed to realize his actions, and now just stared at him with a sly smile. “Well? Since it’s a bowl of wine offered as an apology, shouldn’t you drink it all down, not a single drop left?”
“!” This is really aimed at his life.
Under Feng Ming’s gaze, Han Yun gritted his teeth and forced down the bowl of wine, despite the unsettling feeling it gave him. What had been added to it, he couldn’t tell.
Han Yun had never thought that alcohol would be so difficult to drink, let alone so repulsive to the nose.
What is in here, or has something been added?
He squeezed his eyes shut, steeled his nerves, and finally drank the entire bowl of wine, not a single drop left.
But he still closed his eyes and rested for a while.
After opening his eyes, he looked at Feng Ming and poured the bowl in his hand over. “How is it, Lord Fenggu, are you satisfied now?”
Feng Ming raised her eyebrows, “What are you talking about, Han Gezhu? Where is there any grudge between us? It was Han Gezhu himself who said he wanted to apologize just now.”
To be honest, I have never blamed Han Pavilion Master.
Having said that, he reached out and took the empty bowl from Han Yun’s hand, placing it steadily on the table. Without a word, he filled it up again.
“!!!”
Han Yun stiffened, staring at the full bowl of wine before him, his pupils constricting.
Then he stared at the bowl of wine with a face full of indignation and grief.
Indeed, he knew this meal was surely a Hongmen Banquet.
He still didn’t know what had been added to the wine, making it so terrible to drink. He couldn’t even smell anything when he sniffed it.
As he swallowed, the taste went up the wrong way, making him feel sick.
I can’t wait to find a place to vomit.
At that moment, I saw Feng Ming put down his wine jug and then picked up a bowl of wine in front of him, raising it towards me.
Han Yun’s heart skipped a beat. Before she could react, Feng Ming said, “Come, Master Han, the journey must have been tiring.”
“Many thanks to Lord Han for your unwavering pursuit of my brother-in-law all this time. This cup of wine is for you, Lord Han.”
“!”
Han Yun wore a look of utter dejection. He wanted to say, “I said before I drank that ‘Do whatever you want with me after this.’”
Why isn’t Ke Fengming saying those polite words now?
If Feng Ming didn’t say that, he would have to lift his bowl and drink with him.
He was staring intently into Fengming’s eyes, wanting him to say the words.
Ke Fengming feigned ignorance, and then raised an eyebrow. “Could it be that Pavilion Master Han is unwilling to accept this humble one’s thanks? Or perhaps Pavilion Master Han doesn’t regard this humble one as important at all, so he can ignore my toast and pretend not to see it?”
“! ”
Han Yun wanted to cry but had no tears. At this moment, her lips moved slightly, wanting to say… Let’s just stop torturing each other.
This wine is so hard to drink, you’re torturing me. You drink it too, don’t you feel bad yourself?
Before he could speak, he saw Feng Ming’s face instantly fall, becoming as cold as ice. In her eyes, a flicker of fire appeared and vanished quickly.
Then, he heard a phoenix’s cry, its voice deep and gloomy, like a demon from hell, “Master Han, are you truly ignoring me?”
At this point, Han Yun knew that if he dared to refuse at this moment…
Phoenix’s next move was to draw his sword.
This is killing me.