Chen Ping'an asked curiously, "Are you really holding two Night Roaming Feasts back to back?"
One would have been about enough. Even Gao Niang, the Ximei River Water God, who was hardly short of money, had to speak the truth after drinking at the village school last time. One Night Roaming Feast today, then a day off to catch their breath; once everyone had finally scraped together a little money, there would be another one the day after tomorrow. Nobody's money fell from the sky. They truly could not bear it.
Wei Bo glanced at him.
Chen Ping'an sensibly said, "Pretend I never asked."
Wei Bo said, "I made plans with Meng Rong to drink by the Calamus River."
Chen Ping'an nodded. "You should celebrate."
Wei Bo glanced at him again.
Chen Ping'an said helplessly, "Just say it. What exactly do you need me to do? Do you need me to host over there and bring a few jars of good wine, or serve as the second host and help drink a few rounds to block the wine for you? Or are you two drinking with courtesans and making merry to your heart's content, and only need me to show my face at the end and quietly settle the bill?"
Wei Bo said, "The thought is enough. Meng Rong did want to invite you for drinks and thank you in person. I helped turn him down."
Chen Ping'an hurriedly cupped his hands in thanks.
Wei Bo left directly.
Chen Ping'an sighed. Damn it, he was exactly like Lin Yup. Now that he was about to become a Divine Lord, his temper had grown right along with it.
Why didn't he go swagger around in front of the Great Teacher instead?
They were heading to the Ministry of War office in