Poor Lady Chapter 57: drink

After Qi Surong returned home, Gu Jinyun would come every day. The two were so affectionate, as if they were husband and wife, the only difference was the marriage letter.

During this period of time, many changes took place in the court. Several foreign princes returned to Beijing one after another, and a large number of officials changed their positions. The most notable one was the resignation of Prime Minister Wang Qinghe. The old prime minister has been an official for fifty years, has assisted two emperors successively, and is revered as the "Emperor's Teacher". The impact of his departure on the government can be seen.

After Wang Qinghe resigned from office, everyone thought that he would return to his hometown in good clothes, but they didn't expect that he decided to stay in the capital and bought an old house in Wangu Lane, East Street. The original prime minister's mansion was bestowed by the first emperor. After he resigned, he returned it on the grounds that "if he is not in the position, he will not be granted his salary".

Wang Qinghe's two sons have passed away, the eldest son has no offspring, and the second son has only one seedling, named Ruize, in his early twenties, who has just been sent to other places to accumulate political achievements. Wang Qinghe's daily life is mainly taken care of by the widowed daughter-in-law.

Because of the arrival of the old prime minister, the deserted Wangu Alley suddenly became lively. From time to time, high-ranking officials and dignitaries come and go, and many smart people start to buy houses here quietly, and the nearby houses are rising with the tide. There were people with malicious intentions wandering outside Qi's house before, but now they are running clean.

Qi Surong's purpose of choosing to buy a house here is finally beginning to emerge.

Gu Jinyun thought carefully and asked, "Why did you choose to buy a house here?"

"Because this place is remote enough and quiet enough." Qi Surong replied with a smile.

Gu Jinyun patted her head and said lightly, "Perhaps, you were born with a blessing."

Qi Surong's smiling eyes were crooked, and she was in a happy mood. This was the first time since she was reborn, she felt so relaxed, as if she had unloaded some burden. Now that the court is in turmoil, with several princes fighting openly and secretly, the emperor has no intention of paying attention to the Qi family anymore.

The family is safe and life is worry-free, and she and Gu Jinyun are about to achieve a positive result. This is exactly the result she has been looking forward to for a long time.

Gu Jinyun was the first to notice her changes. She used to be like a flower in the garden, living cautiously, not daring to stretch out extra branches and leaves; Its soaring posture is wantonly displayed in the sky. This kind of happiness infects him all the time, making him linger and forget to return.

When the mood is good, the body also recovers quickly. After dozens of days, Qi Surong was finally able to leave the room and walk normally.

During her recovery period, Xu Chen wrote to her several times. "Zhuo Fan" suddenly disappeared for so long, thanks to Xu Chen's help in dealing with the aftermath. Especially Ge Lao, who promised to visit every once in a while, but once the matter of Su Bao's reference was resolved, "Zhuo Fan" never appeared again. Qi Surong felt very sorry and could only respond with the excuse of being ill.

It's great now, Qi Surong once again disguised himself as Zhuo Fan, first went to thank Xu Chen, and then went to pay respects to the old man.

Seeing "him" with a haggard face and the appearance of just recovering from a serious illness, elder Ge's anger dissipated a lot, and he urged "him" to take a good rest in a vicious voice, and then waved "him" back. Although Ge Lao had not known her for a long time, he really loved him a lot. Qi Surong secretly decided to regard him as his grandfather, and must honor him well when he has the opportunity.

Qi Surong came out of Yushi Mansion, passed by a dessert shop, and planned to buy some desserts to go back. Unexpectedly, after taking a few steps, someone grabbed his shoulders. She looked back, and it was Feng Zhan who hadn't seen him for a long time.

"Brother Zhuo, what a coincidence." Feng Zhan's eyes fell on her face, as if searching for something.

"Master Feng." Qi Surong took a step back and bowed in salute.

"There's no need to be too polite." Feng Zhan took her arm and said, "We are destined to meet each other. Come with me for a few drinks."

"Master Feng, I'm really sorry, I have something to do, why don't we meet again some other day?" Qi Surong broke free a few times, but couldn't break free no matter what. Seeing this, the attendants behind her hesitated whether to step forward to stop her, after all there is a difference in honor and inferiority, as servants, they dare not rush against nobles at will.

"What's the matter with you?" Feng Zhan glanced at the dessert shop and asked, "Send someone a dessert?"

Qi Surong paused for a moment, in a daze, he had been forcibly dragged into the restaurant by Feng Zhan, and into a wing room.

When the food and wine were served, Qi Surong asked, "Master Feng, is there something on your mind?"

Feng Zhan drank a few sips of wine and said, "I remember you once counted my marriage for me."

"It's just nonsense, adults don't have to take it seriously."

"Really?" Feng Zhan said expressionlessly, "I also think it's nonsense."

Qi Surong silently watched him drink one gulp after another, feeling complicated and didn't know how to comfort him.

"Why don't you speak? Haven't you always been eloquent?" Feng Zhan looked at "him", his eyes, nose, and lips really resembled her. Looking at it, he was a little crazy.

Qi Surong didn't pay attention to his changes, and said with a slight smile: "My lord is in a bad mood, and I just need someone to accompany me to relieve my boredom. If I don't want to talk, what's the matter... my lord?"

In the middle of speaking, his arm was suddenly grabbed by him, and he pulled it closer, and the smell of alcohol rushed to his face.

"Su Rong..." Feng Zhan's eyes blurred, and he reached out to touch his face.

"Master Feng, what are you doing?" Qi Surong's heart skipped a beat, and she suddenly leaned back to avoid his fingers.

Feng Zhan came back to his senses, let go of her hand, backed away and said, "I'm sorry, I will treat it as someone else, you... are very similar."

Qi Surong's expression was a little unnatural, and she remained silent.

"Why don't you ask me who that person is?" Feng Zhan asked.

"This is Lord Feng's private matter, I should not ask more questions."

"Hahaha..." Feng Zhan smiled, "I'm afraid you have already counted it?" He leaned over and asked again: "Zhuo Fan, you said, 'The fate of a person is not predetermined, it is determined by divination. The result can be used as a warning, but it cannot be left to fate', that is to say, people can change their destiny?"

Qi Surong paused, and said: "I also said, 'If you can't get it by force, it's better to take a small step back'."

Feng Zhan narrowed his eyes: "You mean, let me give up?"

"Knowing what to choose is a way of life."

"Bang!" Feng Zhan slammed the wine glass on the table, and said angrily, "Choose? For her, I can give up everything. But why did she choose to compromise? My parents are blocking it everywhere. Don't let me meet her?"

"You can give up everything for her, so are you sure she is willing to give up everything for you?" Qi Surong asked tentatively.

Feng Zhan was taken aback, looked at her and said, "What?"

Qi Surong said again: "You can disregard your parents' objections, and you don't need to care about your own future, but what about her? On the premise that you have made such a huge sacrifice for her, can she still be with you without any grudges? Emotions are mutual, and cannot be fulfilled simply by sacrificing. Also, how can you be sure that she loves you as much as you love her?"

Feng Zhan recalled the time when he got along with her, her gentleness, her dependence, and her intimacy were all revealed when she was sick. However, she knew that she was taking care of her, so her reactions should all be true. Feng Zhan never thought that Qi Surong might not love him at all!

Thinking of this possibility, Feng Zhan's whole body seemed to be frozen.

Qi Surong felt guilty, but she couldn't respond no matter what. Thinking that he never married in his last life, Qi Surong felt extremely uncomfortable. Although it may not be because of him, Feng Zhan has a stubborn temperament, and once he is tempted, it may be difficult to change.

"Master Feng, I have something important to do next, let's go ahead and leave." Qi Surong couldn't stay any longer, she didn't know how to get along with Feng Zhan.

"Can't you stay with me for a while longer?" Feng Zhan's expression was stiff.

"Sorry." Qi Surong saluted, then turned around and was about to go out.

Feng Zhan grabbed her hand, forced her back to the seat, and ordered: "Don't leave!"

He filled Qi Surong's glass with wine: "Drink with me! If you don't drink with me to your heart's content, you will never leave this room today!"

Qi Surong frowned: "Lord Feng..."

"Call me Brother Feng!" Feng Zhan handed the wine glass to Qi Surong, staring at her with burning eyes.

Qi Surong hesitated for a moment, took the wine glass, Feng Zhan raised his own wine glass, touched her, and drank it in one gulp.

Fill up the cup, and said quietly: "You have to drink as much as I drink. If you don't drink it yourself, I will feed you myself."

"Master Feng," Qi Surong said, "I'm not very strong at drinking, so I should drink a glass as an apology. Next time I have a chance, how about treating Lord Feng well?"

Speaking, Qi Surong reluctantly drank the glass of wine.

"Very good." Feng Zhan refills another glass for her.

"Master Feng..." Qi Surong said anxiously.

"Brother Feng."

"Okay, Brother Feng, please let go of your hand and let me go."

"No, I want you to accompany me today." Feng Zhan held Qi Surong's hand in one hand, raised his glass and drank with the other.

Qi Surong never knew that Feng Zhan was such a powerful person, so he was anxious, so he could only shout to the door: "Lu Xian..."

Unexpectedly, just as she opened her mouth, Feng Zhan picked up a chopstick of chicken and stuffed it into her mouth.

Qi Surong bit the chicken, blushed, and stared at him with anger in his eyes.

Feng Zhan laughed and said, "If you dare to call someone, I will continue to stuff your mouth with meat."

Qi Surong has this piece of chicken in his mouth, whether he eats it or not. Finally, she secretly sighed, forget it, since resistance is useless, it is better to follow him first.

She calmed down and wiped her mouth with a handkerchief.

Feng Zhan has been paying attention to her every move, seeing that her expression is loose and her mood is relaxed.

The two of them drank and ate vegetables, and they didn't speak again, and the room was silent.

Although Qi Surong tried to avoid drinking too much, but after a few cups, he was already a little tipsy. Knowing that she couldn't stay here any longer, she secretly observed Feng Zhan's expression.

After a while, she got up and took a step back and said, "Brother Feng, I'm not very strong at drinking, so let's call it a day. Please let me say goodbye."

Feng Zhan shook the jug and said, "There are still two jugs of wine left, come and drink with me."

Qi Surong didn't want to talk to him, so he turned around and walked out the door.

Feng Zhan stepped forward to block her way, put one hand on the door, and said displeasedly: "I'll let you go after I told you to have a drink with me. What are you in such a hurry? Are you afraid that I'll eat you up?"

Seeing his drunken face, Qi Surong didn't want to provoke him, so he said softly, "Brother Feng, if you won't let me go, at least let me go for the convenience of you?"

"Convenience?" Feng Zhan approached him and said lazily, "How do I know if you will come back after you go to facilitate?"

"Why not go with me?" she suggested.

"I have no intention of peeing."

"..." Well, she is dressed in men's clothes now, and she can't expect someone to maintain a gentleman's demeanor in front of her, but you don't want to pee, and you can't stop others from doing it!

"Su Rong..." Feng Zhan's consciousness was hazy, the person he missed seemed to coincide with the young man in front of him, he hooked "him" around the waist, and slowly approached "him".

Qi Surong was startled, and stepped on Feng Zhan's instep. Feng Zhan felt the pain and let go of his hand.

Qi Surong took the opportunity to open the door and escape, but as soon as he went out, he ran into another man's arms.