If only old friends could share a cup.
Yes, if old friends were here, what wine would not taste rich and fragrant?
At Zhan Rogue Person's words, everyone fell silent at once. In that moment, they all felt the same, though the old friends in their hearts were different.
Cheng Xinzhan thought of Miaoyuan, that Daoist brother who loved wine above all else. His own reclusive, wild manner was all an act.
Miaoyuan was the truly unfettered one.
Clink!
A crisp sound startled everyone out of their recollections.
They looked toward the sound and saw Peiyan Rogue Person tapping a jade cup with a bamboo chopstick.
"Listen, Zhan, today we're celebrating a new guest's arrival, yet you insist on talking about sharing cups with old friends. Sharing cups with old friends is wonderful, of course,
"but isn't welcoming someone new and making friends a happy occasion too? For spoiling the mood like this, you owe us three penalty cups!"
Peiyan Rogue Person tapped her jade cup and cast Zhan a sidelong glance, her expression free and exuberant. She was actually the most unrestrained person at the feast, her bold spirit surpassing even the men's.
Zhan Rogue Person came abruptly to his senses as well and repeatedly apologized to Cheng Xinzhan. With that, he prepared to pour himself wine and drink in apology.
"Wait."
Yan Rogue Person spoke again, a teasing look in her eyes as she smiled.
"If Zhan is apologizing, how can pear wine suffice? Here, use my firethorn wine."
Zhan Rogue Person looked miserable, but still accepted the flask Peiyan Rogue Person offered and filled his cup.
After three cups, Zhan Rogue Person's face was flushed red.
Everyone laughed at the sight, and only then did the atmosphere at the feast turn from melancholy to merriment.
Fenyue Rogue