Chapter 417: Zhen Muring’s Banquet
Jia Cong smiled and said, "Let's go!"
So Shi Ya led Jia Cong out, and Qingwen and the other two hurriedly followed.
A group of people came to Zhen Muring's courtyard, but saw Zhen Muring waiting outside the door with Mo Hen and the maid in the courtyard.
"Hello, Master!"
Jia Cong nodded, "Why are you in the mood to treat the master to a drink today?"
Seeing her daughter silent, Shi Ya hurriedly said, "The master invited the eldest daughter to come and meet the girl, so the girl is grateful and prepared a small feast to treat the master."
As he followed her into the house, Jia Cong said with a smile, "It's just a trivial matter, no need to be so polite."
The table had been set in the hall. When Jia Cong sat down, Zhen Muring hurriedly took Shi Ya and took out the prepared dishes and drinks and set them out.
Although there are not many dishes, they are novel and exquisite.
"Most of these dishes are Jiangnan side dishes. I don't know if they will suit the master's taste." Zhen Muring thought about what Shi Ya said to her, and mustered up the courage to speak softly.
"The quality of the food is not important, but how you eat it and who you eat it with are more important, what do you think?"
Zhen Muring was stunned and asked without thinking, "Does the master like to eat in my room?"
After saying this, I felt that this statement was a bit embarrassing.
Jia Cong laughed loudly, picked up the wine cup and drank it all in one gulp, "Not bad, today's dishes and drinks are very appetizing."
Zhen Muring's face turned even redder when she heard this. Although Jia Cong did not answer directly, she already had the answer.
Seeing that her daughter and the master were getting along well, Shi Ya whispered to Qingwen and the others, "Sister Qingwen, we have also prepared a small banquet in the outer hall to entertain you sisters. Please come and enjoy it."
Qingwen was not a person who did not know her place. Although she thought that she might not be able to complete her task of warming the bed tonight, she could not disturb her master's interest. She immediately took Xiangling and Xiaoque'er with her and followed Shiya out of the room to the outer hall.
Although the dishes on the small table outside were not as good as those in the house, they were just as rich, and Shi Ya even brought over a pot of fruit wine.
In fact, the identities of these people are similar, and Qingwen and the others are obviously closer to Jia Cong. Therefore, whether for the sake of their own girls or for themselves, Shi Ya and the others will not neglect Qingwen and the others.
"Since we accompanied the young lady into the East Palace, we have been in great trouble for taking care of you sisters. Today, Mo Hen and I would like to offer you a glass of wine."
Qingwen had a flamboyant and even somewhat domineering personality, but she did not have any animosity towards Shiya and the others. Besides, they spoke respectfully and politely, so she naturally would not put on airs.
"You two sisters are too polite. We are all serving the master, so there is no question of taking care of him. These things are what we should do. There is no need to toast, let's just drink together..."
Shi Ya wanted to flatter, Mo Hen and Qing Wen had somewhat similar personalities, and Xiao Que'er and Xiang Ling were not picky either, so the small banquet of the maids gradually became lively.
In the room, Jia Cong and Zhen Muring were alone. However, Jia Cong was sitting and eating, while Zhen Muring was pouring wine and serving dishes.
After three rounds of drinking, Jia Cong held down his glass and said with a smile, "The worst thing about drinking is drinking alone. Won't you drink with me?"
Mu Ning was stunned. Seeing Jia Cong's gaze moving over her, she felt secretly happy but also a little nervous.
"Then I will accompany the master!" She replied in a low voice, poured herself some wine, and accompanied Jia Cong to eat together.
With Jia Cong's current physique, it would be a lie to say that he could drink a thousand cups without getting drunk, but it was not difficult to drink more than ten cups, so this little bit of wine had no effect at all. However, Zhen Muring was different. As a girl, she would only drink some fruit wine when she drank, and she would only taste it and stop, and would not drink more.
At this moment, after a few drinks, her pretty face flushed and her eyes became a little dazed.
She took a deep breath and tried to make herself more awake. After all, she still had a mission tonight.
To put it bluntly, although she was somewhat unwilling to become Jia Cong's woman in this way, and even felt a little self-pitying, she was just a little girl, what could she change? Moreover, the beginning of her relationship with Jia Cong was not pleasant, but from the day when she was carried all the way back to the East Mansion by Jia Cong, her mind slowly changed.
It is said that if you marry a chicken, you follow the chicken; if you marry a dog, you follow the dog. Women in this era are indeed obedient. Unless the man they marry is a bastard like Sun Shaozu, the wolf of Zhongshan, otherwise, even if they have other thoughts after marriage, most of them will settle down and live a good life. Moreover, from what she has seen and heard, marrying such a man, although as a concubine, is not a bad thing.
Therefore, with her tacit consent, Shi Ya arranged this small banquet to entertain Jia Cong. And she was also ready to make herself his woman. After all, if she still imprisoned herself with stubbornness, wouldn't it make her uncomfortable?
Yesterday's fun was so lively, and seeing the girls having fun without any worries, Zhen Muring felt puzzled but also envious. It would not be a bad thing if she could become one of them.
She calmed herself down, picked up the wine jug and refilled it with wine. The next moment, she cried out , "Ah..."
But Jia Cong stretched out his arms and held her in his arms.
Feeling the familiar and reassuring breath coming from this embrace, Zhen Muring stopped exclaiming, and leaned on Jia Cong's chest carefully and with a bit of greed.
Jia Cong picked up the wine cup and took a sip, then leaned over and kissed the red lips that were so close to him.
"Hmm? Um..."
I don’t know if it’s because of the alcohol, but Zhen Muring just felt that her whole body was hot and her body was a little soft.
"Master said that the way of drinking is also very important. Has Madam learned it now?"
Mu Ning felt as if her heart was pounding as if it was about to jump out. Her whole body was like mud and her breathing became rapid. Even when Jia Cong spoke, she only felt a burning sensation in her ears and did not hear what he said at all.
After a moment, she slightly raised her little face and looked towards Jia Cong. Her body's instinct told her that she should do something appropriate at this moment. However, although she had been influenced by the picture album, her dizzy mind was now unable to think of any useful knowledge.
Jia Cong seemed to sense her confusion and immediately leaned over to give her a live lesson.
Zhen Muring felt as if she was floating in the clouds. This new and strange feeling that she had never experienced before made her feel a little obsessed and a little eager...
