Chapter 1740 It's over, it's over

ay in the camp. He took a snake from his wrist and handed it to Lei Hong without saying a word.Although Lei Hong hadn't spent a long time by Mo Jun Yi's side, it wasn't short either. He just had neve...So he admitted to drinking such wine.

Anyway, he wasn't the only one drinking such terrifying wine tonight, Feng Ming had to drink it too.

Looking at it from a different angle, Feng Ming's tactic of killing one thousand enemies and losing eight hundred actually seems like he came out on top.

Thinking this way, Han Yunqiang endured the discomfort in his stomach, picked up the bowl on the table, and clinked it with Feng Ming very heartily. The two drank together again.

But after drinking this bowl, Han Yun really couldn't hold it in any longer.

After he slammed the bowl down in his hand, he quickly got up and ran a few steps to the tree nearby and started vomiting.

"!"

His sudden action left the two Qingyun Pavilion disciples guarding the courtyard baffled. They looked at each other in confusion.

Everyone is puzzled about what's going on with their lord.

Both of them looked at Han Yun and then quickly at Feng Ming sitting on the chair.

Fearing that Feng Ming might overthink the situation and stand up to fight their master,

What's wrong with their master

Today, the food made by Princess Beijiang was so delicious, the taste was really amazing.

To be honest, even though they are full now, they could still eat more if you let them.

To be honest, they've never eaten such delicious food in their lives.

In the Qingyun Pavilion, the cooks' skills are just average on a normal day, but those who practice martial arts have big appetites.

Usually, I just shove food into my mouth when eating, not really caring whether it tastes good or not.

But, after eating the meal personally cooked by the Princess of Beijiang tonight, they felt, perhaps it was a psychological effect, that the Princess of Beijiang really did cook exceptionally well.

The taste is excellent, I wish they could eat more.

How come the lord of this mansion is behaving like this when there's such delicious food

He ate the food made by the Northern Border Princess and ran aside to vomit. Wouldn't this make people think that the food made by the Northern Border Princess was problematic

It's over, it's over.

The Lord of Fenggu loves and dotes on the Northern Border Princess so much, if their head offended someone like this, I'm afraid these two will fight.

The two subordinates of Qingyun Pavilion were terrified.

My mind is still stuck thinking, if the Valley Master of Phoenix and their Pavilion Master truly clashed, would they step forward to mediate

Still pretend you don't see anything.

If they were to step forward and try to persuade them, they might accidentally get caught in the crossfire. With their limited skills, they wouldn't even stand a chance against these two masters.

Thinking this way, the two of them couldn't help but glance at each other, their hearts pounding with nervousness.

Fortunately, they waited for a while but didn't see Feng Ge Zhu take any action. Their hearts finally eased slightly.

Han Yun then spat out two mouthfuls of saliva and took a moment to catch her breath before walking back to the table.

He had just sat down when Feng Ming, with a sullen face, questioned, "What Is it that the food cooked by my dear A Tang doesn't suit your taste"

Of course not.

Han Yun immediately denied it, "How could it be the food It was definitely the alcohol."

Feng Ming clearly drank it too, so he couldn't believe he didn't know the wine was poisoned.

At this moment, intentionally shifting all blame to the food on the table was a calculated move, designed to make him humble himself and admit fault.

As the saying goes, a gentleman takes revenge for ten years, not too late. He knew why Fengming was making trouble for him today, and cooperating with Mo Yunjing to act was indeed his fault.

Today, he admitted it.

"Alright, I can bend and stretch. Having thought of this, Han Yun sat back down again, gritted his teeth, and reached out to pour himself a cup of wine."

But at that moment, Fengming moved faster than him.

Feng Ming took the lead, raising his wine flask, “Since Master Han wishes to pour his own wine, then I shall fill yours up.”

After that, he poured another bowl of wine for Han Yun.

Han Yun pursed her lips, her face full of despair.

But there's no way, who asked him to do the wrong thing.

It's fine, this time he was defeated by Feng Ming. He just doesn't believe that there will be no chance to make up for it next time.

When he catches Feng Ming's little tail later on, let's see how hard he tries to prank him.

After pouring the wine, Feng Ming once again raised his cup, "I cannot let Master Han drink alone. Come, I will accompany Master Han."

After that, the two clinked glasses again and Han Yun drank it all in one gulp.

This flavor is amazing.

The moment he finished it, he almost couldn't help but get up and vomit again.

But he knew that if he got up and vomited again this time, he would go through the same cycle after returning: being pressured by Feng Ming to drink more under various excuses.

So he took a deep breath and forced down the queasy feeling in his stomach.

Feng Ming saw his reaction in his eyes, the corners of her mouth unconsciously curving into a faint smile.

But he did not continue to overpour the liquor.

After putting down the bowl in his hand, he pointed to the dishes on the table. "Come, Master Han, eat the food, eat the food, don't waste my little sister's good intentions."

Seeing that he finally had a change of heart and stopped forcing himself to drink, Han Yun was deeply touched.

He quickly picked up the chopsticks from the table and shoved a few greens into his mouth, trying to suppress the queasy feeling in his stomach.

As expected, after eating the food, he found that the churning in his stomach had improved considerably.

Feng Ming was also leisurely eating the food at this time.

The two of them were silent, neither speaking a word.

Han Yun actually enjoyed this kind of feeling, otherwise he was afraid that as soon as Feng Ming spoke, he would be forced to drink.

At this moment, Fengming was behaving herself, exactly as he wished.

Han Yun had eaten quite a bit and finally felt completely comfortable in her stomach.

The worry on his face gradually disappeared.

Feng Ming raised her eyes to glance at him, and seeing his expression, she knew what he was thinking. A slight smile curved her lips.

In a little while, An Xuetang in the room opened the door and came out.

When Han Yun saw An Xue Tang, his eyes actually flickered slightly, obviously a little afraid to face her at this moment.

Mo Yun Jing knew what had happened.

It is also known that An Xue Tang traveled a long distance just to find her husband.

He knew the truth, but he dared not speak it, nor could he.

So, he felt really sorry for An Xue Tang.

He was still eating the meal that An Xuetang had made with such peace of mind.

An Xuetang walked towards them. Han Yun put down his chopsticks and stood up at this time, bowing, "Your Highness."

"Master Han, please don't stand on ceremony, have a seat."

As she spoke, she walked to the table as well.

Feng Ming pointed to the seat beside him, "Sit down and have something to eat first. You haven't had a drop of water all day, this won't do."

"!"

Han Yun felt that Feng Ming's words were definitely said on purpose for him to hear.

The goal is to make him feel guilty.

I want him to know how hard the Northern Frontier Princess has worked to find the King of the Northern Frontier, how much she's been struggling and neglecting even her meals.

And he knew exactly what was happening to the King of Beijang and where he was, but he dared not speak the truth.

An Xuetang perhaps realized Fengming's intention, her brows arched slightly, shaking her head helplessly, "Brother, don't exaggerate like that. Under your supervision today, how could I have the chance to be hungry"you haven't taken Ning'er's words to heart at all."As soon as An Xue Tang finished speaking, Ning'er drew a dagger from her waist."No... Don't, slave girl... Slave girl says."Ning'er was really fright...