One of them came from the modern age and knew nothing of poetry or literature; the other was born into the martial world and had never cared much for such things either. By the end, their initial talk of romance and moonlit flowers had turned into relaxed, casual conversation.
After a few cups of wine, Song Qingshu began to feel warmth spreading through his body. Miss Youyou across from him seemed ever more lovely and alluring.
Xia Qingqing found the heat equally unbearable. Absentmindedly, she loosened her collar slightly, revealing glimpses of her snowy, delicate skin.
"Young Master has no good intentions. The weather is already so hot, yet you keep urging me to drink." Xia Qingqing's bright eyes narrowed slightly. Her voice sounded both reproachful and coquettish; she had completely immersed herself in the role of Miss Youyou, Yangzhou's famous courtesan.
It turned out that Lichun Courtesan House had recently acquired a batch of medicinal wine from the Western Regions. Unlike ordinary drugs, this wine would not render one unconscious. It merely magnified the desire buried deep within a person's heart severalfold, causing them to succumb without realizing it. Afterward, they would even believe it had all been their own intention...
This wine was exceedingly precious. But Wei Xiaobao had grown up in Lichun Courtesan House, so naturally he knew where the finest stock was kept. He secretly took it out and switched it with the wine jug meant for the Courtesan Queen's room. He had intended to sneak into the Courtesan Queen's chamber, only for Song Qingshu to benefit from the mistake instead.
"Such fine wine is wasted on such a dull way of drinking." Bolstered by the wine, Song Qingshu gradually relaxed and resumed his usual frivolous demeanor.
"And what way of drinking would Young Master find