Chapter 12: Wine Meets a Kindred Spirit, A Pleasant Conversation on a Snowy Night

  "Hmm"

  Qilin couldn't help it and suddenly spat all the wine in her mouth onto Feng Changqing's face!

  Time stood still for several seconds in silence.

  He swallowed the remaining wine in his mouth, blinked his eyes, and realized how big a mistake he had made. The wine suddenly sobered him up by more than half. He hastily raised his hand to help wipe it clean with his sleeve, but stopped halfway. This man was the emperor, after all. Would using his sleeve to wipe away the wine stain be too presumptuous?

  Feng Changqing looked at Qi Lin's comical expression, her eyebrows dancing with mischief, and didn't get angry. Instead, he found it amusing. He gazed at the awkward hand hovering in mid-air, then stretched out his own hand to grab Qi Lin's. Feeling some resistance from Qi Lin, Feng Changqing applied a bit more force, and Qi Lin's hand landed on his face.

  One big hand holds a small one, carefully wiping away the excess wine stains on his face. From a certain perspective, this is a pair of lovers, and the atmosphere is quite ambiguous.

  Like this? Doesn't seem right.

  "Emperor."

  "I'm not the emperor, just a guest at Drunken Flower House, White Phoenix." Feng Changqing said with an evil tone, placing his hand on Qi Lin's lips.

  Bai Fenghuang?! Isn't this the one from Qin Shi Ming Yue, where his feet would never touch the ground, and he had a beautiful brother as his mount? Although the man in front of me is also handsome, it's not to the point where I'd use that name.

  Qilin pouted, gave an awkward smile, pulled out her hand, hugged the wine jar tightly, and took two steps back. After fighting in the workplace for so many years, she naturally understood that her superior's words "we are friends" were false. Never treat your superior as a friend!

  Looking at Feng Changqing cautiously, he said "I know."

  Feng Changqing smiled slightly, stretched out his long hand and snatched the wine from Qi Lin's arms. He tilted his head back and with two "gulp" sounds, the wine in the jug was gone. With a casual flick of his wrist, the empty jug landed softly on the snowy ground, thus avoiding shattering.

  Qilin looked at the wine jar, then at Feng Changqing, walked over to pick up the wine jar that had fallen on the ground, took a few steps back, fixed her gaze on the stone where she had just sat, raised the wine jar, and with all her might, violently smashed it over.

  "Boom"

  The wine jar shattered at the sound.

  The crisp sound invigorated Qilin, and coincidentally, there was a pile of wine at her feet. Qilin took a jar of wine without hesitation, drank two mouthfuls with relish, and then raised the wine jar to smash it again.

  "Boom."

  This time there was still a lot of wine in the wine jar, and the sound of it spilling out wasn't as crisp as before, but very pleasant.

  He picked up the two wine jars again, tossed one into the air, and Feng Changqing leaped into the air, flipping a somersault, elegantly catching the wine jar, standing beside Qilin, casually taking two sips like Qilin, then together smashing the wine jars.

  "Hong Hong"

  The wine jar shattered into several pieces, and the two men looked at each other and smiled, continuing to drink and smash the wine jars. Until a small mountain of broken wine jars was piled up there, the two men sat on the ground with their backs against each other, each holding a wine jar.

  "I knew it long ago, smashing things is so satisfying, and smashing a wine jar is the most satisfying. Qi Lin's face was flushed, her eyes were dazed, and she said intermittently "Today I had the chance to try it out, didn't expect...it really is so satisfying, all the unhappiness in my heart has been smashed out."

  Feng Changqing smiled and asked, "What's making you unhappy?"

  Upon hearing this, Qilin immediately turned around and stood in front of Feng Changqing, raised her index finger, and said seriously "Not happy? Does my appearance look unhappy to you? I think you're the one who's not happy."

  "Oh?" Feng Changqing raised an eyebrow and said "Why?"

  "Which emperor has ever been truly happy? Aren't they all majestic in public, but still yearning for more in the arms of beauties, and sorrowful with no place to speak in front of candlelight?" As she spoke, Qi Lin reached out and patted Feng Changqing's face, continuing "I'm telling you, emperors have no freedom, no freedom to marry, to love, and not even freedom over their own bodies."

  "Free love?" Feng Changqing looked at Qi Lin in confusion, he really had never heard of it before.

  Qilin was taken aback, then laughed and said "I forgot, you ancient people don't have the concept of freedom to love in your minds, haha, you're all outdated."