Lan Tian let out a long breath after hearing this, thinking Zhang Fei was a little too good at picking up a conversation—he had nearly dug a pit for himself.
Liu Bei shook his head with a wry smile. "Nonsense. The Crown Prince's wedding requires the Minister of Ceremonial to officiate. How could I personally officiate Adou's wedding?"
"Uh, then either Second Brother or Ziyu. Lai and Deshun aren't close enough to me." Zhang Fei pointed at the two of them and grinned foolishly.
Liu Bei was taken aback, then pointed at Lan Tian and instructed, "Then let it be Ziyu. Adou has been close to you since childhood."
"Yes." Lan Tian clasped his fists.
Since Guan Yu and Zhang Fei were both getting on in years, Liu Bei had ordered them to drink in moderation. Guan Yu could keep himself well in hand, but though Zhang Fei obeyed and drank no more, he sat at the banquet table in a sullen gloom.
Seeing this, Liu Bei took the initiative to leave his seat and walk over. He sat cross-legged before Zhang Fei and consoled him, "Third Brother, are you angry with your elder brother? It is not that I won't let you drink, only that I won't let you drink too much. I'm still waiting for you to lead troops into battle."
"I've got medicine." Zhang Fei pulled out a sobriety pill.
Liu Bei snatched it away, his face stern. "Every medicine carries some poison. Third Brother, use these less in the future. Can't we simply drink a little less?"
"If I can't drink, and the food isn't even good." Zhang Fei pursed his lips and muttered.
"How could that be? I had Zhongling invite quite a few cooks from Linwu. By all rights, their food should be quite