Chapter 1742 Is That So?

Han Yun stared at the empty bowl in his hand, his eyes wide with disbelief. This...this wine was completely different from what he had drunk before

This is the real liquor, what was he drinking just now

Han Yun looked like she had gone daft, staring at the empty bowl in her hand. After a moment, she looked up at Feng Ming, then at An Xuetang.

Her lips moved, but she couldn't figure out where to begin.

My head was spinning, and I just stared blankly at the bowl for a while.

But he wasn't a fool either. After regaining his composure, he finally pieced things together and fully understood what was going on.

After knowing that he had been tricked by Feng Ming, he stood up abruptly, placing the bowl in his hand heavily on the table and pointing at Feng Ming, "You despicable villain, you plotted against me."

An Xue Tang blinked, her bewildered gaze flitting between Feng Ming and Han Yun.

What on earth are these two up to

However, the way they are posturing like that, it seems like they're about to fight.

She suddenly stood up, took a few steps back, as if making room for the two of them.

The two subordinates of Qingyun Pavilion had been worried all along that if their pavilion master and the Phoenix Valley master came to blows, they would have to step in and stop them.

But now looking at the appearance of the Princess of Beijiang, they instantly knew what to do.

Even the Princess of Lianbei was making way for them, letting them go all out.

What are they, as aides who can't offer their opinions, worried about

Even the Princess of Beijiang doesn't try to dissuade them. What qualifications do they have to dissuade

Thinking like this, the two of them continued to keep watch in the courtyard with peace of mind, as if they saw and knew nothing.

And at this moment, the anger on Han Yun's face was especially evident. He stared into Feng Ming's eyes, gritting his teeth and asking, "So, what step did you tamper with"

"What did they put in this drink It's so disgusting."

"Since the wine in Princess Mingming's bowl is actually wine, then what did you pour me"

Feng Ming did not answer, his eyes became even more meaningful. He glanced at the wine jar on the table, then pushed it towards Han Yun without haste and said:

"What do you mean by that I've only ever poured you wine from this flask."

You drank it, and I drank it. Just now, you even wanted my little sister to try it, so that means there's nothing wrong with the wine in this jar.

As for what you're saying now, I have no idea what you mean.

"!"

Seeing that he was actually trying to deny it, Han Yun's deep eyes narrowed slightly. Unconvinced, she reached out and picked up the wine jar on the table.

He smelled the wine and it was quite good.

He then drank straight from the bottle.

After entering, he realized that the wine was indeed normal and not the strange concoction he had drunk earlier.

How could that be

He had seen Feng Ming pour him the wine with his own eyes, so why was it different

Feng Ming's eyes seemed to twinkle with amusement, but there was no explanation at the moment, just a steady composure as she sat and waited for Han Yun to come to his senses.

Sure enough, Han Yun soon knew where the problem lay.

He was so angry he almost threw the wine bottle in Fen Ming's face.

He suddenly rushed over after placing the wine jar on the table, grabbing Feng Ming's arm before he could react.

Then he nonchalantly rolled up his sleeves.

He finally understood where the problem was.

No wonder Feng Ming had always poured him his own wine; the problem wasn't with the wine itself.

But every time Feng Ming poured him a drink, she was definitely secretly adding some "special ingredients" to his bowl, which is why he found that cup of wine so terrifying.

It must have been Feng Ming who tampered with the wine while pouring it.

But Han Yun looked through both of his sleeves, and found nothing.

He gritted his teeth and said, "What did you put in my bowl Why is what I drank salty, spicy, bitter, and with some strange sourness"

Han Yun's questioning, before Feng Ming could answer, An Xuetang standing beside her suddenly giggled as if she had recalled something.

Hearing her laughter, Han Yun and Feng Ming both turned to look.

An Xuetang, at this moment, finally understood why Han Yun had such a pained expression when he drank that wine.

It really was her brother who made the move.

According to Han Yun's description, she didn't need to guess to know what kind of "extra ingredient" Feng Ming had put in her bowl.

She walked up to the two of them and looked at her elder brother with a very speechless expression, "Brother, so you used up all that bag of medicinal powder"

Feng Ming wouldn't admit it, a playful lilt to his brow as if he knew nothing.

He still shook his head at An Xue Tang, stubbornly saying, "What kind of medicine powder are you talking about, brother doesn't know anything"

An Xuetang propped her forehead, not understanding Feng Ming's personality

He must be getting revenge on Master Han, thinking that Master Han was wrong about the Mo Yun Jing incident.

So that's the punishment for Master Han.

However, she always felt that Master Han hadn't done anything wrong in this matter and didn't need to suffer his so-called punishment.

He stepped forward and bowed to Han Yun, saying, "My elder brother caused trouble for Master Han just now. I apologize on his behalf."

Han Yun dared not accept her courtesy, and hurriedly bowed, "Your Highness need not be so. This is a grudge between me and Feng Ming, something that two men can resolve on their own."

It's not that he's really angry, he just wants to figure out what's going on.

Having said that, his sharp eyes fell on Feng Ming's face. "What Lord Fenggu dares to do but not to stand by it Even now, you're still trying to cover things up"

Feng Ming’s gaze was deep, “It's just a few bowls of wine. What are you dragging your feet for Sit down and eat quickly.”

"What's done is done. Why are you trying to settle old scores with me If you want to make a reckoning, then I'll have to do the same."

"...."

Hanyun twitched the corner of his mouth. What he meant was that if he didn't let go of the wine he had just drunk, Fengming would also hold onto him for helping Moyunjing, and see who was right.

Han Yun understood his underlying meaning, feeling only weary.

As expected, he knew this meal today was a Hongmen Banquet, knowing he couldn't escape it.

It's fine, today he admitted it. After all, he was indeed guilty about the Mo Yun Jing matter.

Although he was feeling a bit resentful, he still bowed to An Xue Tang and said, “Please take a seat, Your Highness.”

After saying that, he returned to his seat and stared at Feng Ming. "At the very least, you have to let me die understanding what happened. Tell me, what did you give me to drink"

Feng Ming obviously didn't want to explain. At this time, An Xue Tang couldn't help but laugh and said:

“Actually, it’s a kind of Chinese herbal medicine I concocted. This medicine is bitter, spicy, and slightly sour. It’s a remedy for treating excess heat in the body.”

"If I'm not mistaken, my older brother must have slipped the powdered medicine into Master Han's bowl while pouring him a drink."

Then, she helplessly looked at Fengming, "Brother, is it like this"

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