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As Tang Xuenan ate the food on the delicate plate and watched the chatterbox sing, she began to feel more and more that Mu Chen, this young master, was so lucky because he was soaked in a sweet sugar jar.

It had been almost two weeks since his teleportation, and he had spent most of it on the run. After Mu Chen's recovery, he could see the end of his free and easy days in the Mu Manor.

"Divine Doctor Xue." A young girl in a light purple dress held a glass cup that had been imported from Persia, poured a cup of tea, and cupped her hands in respect, "Thank you, Divine Doctor Xue, for saving little brother's life."

Tang Xuenan felt a burst of 'wow' in her heart. In the ancient times, not only Queen, even the ladies of large families could casually toast. However, I like it!

Modern colleagues all knew Tang Xuenan's hobbies and wines, not all of which were her favorites. They were limited to rice wine, or even to osmanthus rice wine that tasted similar to wine.

Although Tang Xuenan felt that the young girl in the light purple dress had ill intentions behind her smile, she naturally didn't want to refuse the wine that was being drunk.

No matter what he said, those who drowned could swim and those who were drunk could drink. Of course, Tang Xuenan believed in the saying, "If someone is treating, don't ask about the reason for the treat!"

Tang Xuenan couldn't help but sigh. This ancient wine was really good wine. The fragrance of the osmanthus flower combined with the fragrance of the rice's fermentation made people want to smell it more.

Of course, Tang Xuenan was still vigilant, but she had misjudged the alcohol tolerance of the modern era and this ancient body. If the modern body is tempered into steel, then all kinds of banqueting occasions can be settled by clinking cups with each other! The body of this delicate fourteen-year-old girl from ancient times was a newly-addicted to alcohol.

He had just drunk the third cup and felt bad. He couldn't drink anymore no matter how respectful he was.

Tang Xuenan held her forehead speechlessly as she poured three cups of homemade wine. If this were to spread, she would lose face and lose face. At the same time, she was silently observing the young girl in light purple who was still toasting.

No matter what Miss Mu Family said or how she said it, Tang Xuenan just sat there with her head held up high, like a bell, unable to drink in front of the crowd. No matter what tricks she used in the future, for example, a bunch of Mu Chen's birds came to toast him, Tang Xuenan just smiled without saying a word.

Miss Mu Family, who spoke in such a manner that even her mouth was sore, boasted that she surpassed others in volume. Even two robust men might not be able to drink past her.

Thanks to Queen's time, many of the aristocratic families' women were a bit tougher than the men. Their status and authority were also a bit stronger than the previous dynasty.

"Why is this Divine Doctor Xue so rude?"

"Yeah, with so many people toasting her, why is she not giving any face at all?"

Although Tang Xuenan's head was buzzing, it was obvious that these "whispers", which were not spoken out loud to her, had reached her ears. There was no helping it, he was in someone else's territory, so after curing Mu Chen, he had to make way quickly and block other people's way. Thus, with a "Peng" sound, he simply dropped his heavy head onto the table, pretending to be unconscious.

Actually, Tang Xuenan was not far from being unconscious.

After pretending to be unconscious for about ten minutes, the people around him had all left, so he naturally "woke up slowly" and saw a magnified handsome face staring at him. He almost swore out loud and took a closer look, wasn't this Mo Bei?

After some thought, he said, "Thank you." He raised his chopsticks and wolfed down the rich dishes on the table.

"You don't seem to like it here." Mo Bei took a sip of his wine.

"Of course not. I'm not suited for a house fight."

"A duel?"

Tang Xuenan thought for a moment and made an analogy. "That is, you need to spend your time thinking about what it means to live."

"I feel like your mind has become very flexible." Mo Bei's words were like praise, full of helplessness.

"No matter what, thank you!" Tang Xuenan thought for a moment, then picked up an empty cup and poured a cup for herself. She clinked the cup with Mo Bei and drank it as a toast.

Mo Bei raised his eyebrows, "What does that mean?"

"It means gratitude."

"Thank you for not drinking." Mo Bei stared straight into Tang Xuenan's eyes, causing the latter to shudder.

It seemed like it was time to leave … No matter who it was, they were forced to be so tight. In the ancient times, a sense of security in a foreign land would be an illusory luxury. Whether it was the Mu Family, the small danger house Mo Bei gave or the home of his parents, none of them could give Tang Xuenan a sense of security.

If the human heart changed, money would disappear. Only by relying on one's own ability could there be a steady flow of money. In an unfamiliar era, he had to rely on his own hands to survive.

Thinking like this, the young girl in the light purple dress stepped onto the stage and began to play a light and rhythmic lute. Her slim body and graceful figure seemed to resonate with the sound of the lute.

The applause from below the stage was thunderous as all sorts of beautiful words were said.

Tang Xuenan held the dishes in her hands, a little envious of the young miss who was born in a big family. No, that's not it either. Isn't the Mu Family Eldest Young Master a living example?

Once again, Mu Chen shamelessly squeezed to Tang Xuenan's side and whispered, "Tonight, I've planned everything well, so let's slip away. How about it, we'll roam the Jianghu together!" Little stars appeared in his eyes.

Tang Xuenan bit her finger and hooked it. "What plan? Tell me."

Mu Chen saw something was going on, so he leaned over mysteriously, "I tied up a fast horse in front of the backyard, and the minibus that already bought the dog house drugged the dog to sleep tonight. We'll take this opportunity to sneak out through the back door of the dog house."

Tang Xuenan pondered for a while, then gave a 'En' sound and immediately strode to the First Wife. After thanking her, she whispered, "There's nothing wrong with Eldest Young Master's face anymore, I need to massage his meridian channels before going to bed after dinner. Otherwise, it would be bad if his capillaries couldn't condense properly after three rounds of alcohol."

The first lady nodded repeatedly and arranged for the massage technician to wait at the door of Mu Eldest Young Master's room.

Tang Xuenan's lips curved into a smile. Just as she was about to return to her room, the lute of the Mu Family Mistress on stage finished playing, and she announced that she wanted to perform together with her.

"What?" Tang Xuenan looked at the little trick of the Mu Family Mistress on the stage speechlessly, as her mind was instantly guessed. She pouted at Mo Bei, "It's all your fault."

Mo Bei was in the middle of a discussion with the Fifth Master when he noticed his eyebrows were getting tighter and tighter. His expression turned cold and a hint of a sneer appeared on his face.

Miss Mu Family directly walked down the stage, cordially holding onto Tang Xuenan's hands, inviting her in front of everyone, "The clothes Miss Xue is wearing today are so beautiful, do you mind dancing with us?"