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"What should we do? Yang Mule seems to be drunk." Lin Jin looked at Zhuang Buyin a little at a loss.

Yang Muer looked up and glared at Lin Jin: "I'm not drunk."

Lin Jin raised a finger: "This is a number."

"One." Yang Muer rolled his eyes at Lin Jin, as if to ask if she was a fool, "I said I'm not drunk."

Lin Jin leaned back in surprise. She didn't expect that Yang Muer was not drunk. "So what are you doing now?"

Yang Muer was drunk, holding Lin Jin's arm tightly, muttering: "Anyway, I'm not drunk, you make me some fruit wine, otherwise I won't take you to the capital."

Lin Jin was sure that Yang Muer was drunk, but Yang Muer was different when drunk than other people. She knew everything, except that his temper would become different.

"You can't drink the wine I brew for you now." Lin Jin gave Zhuang Buyin a pleading look, hoping that he could save her. She really had no way to deal with Yang Mule.

Zhuang Buyin didn’t know whether he really didn’t understand Lin Jin’s eyes or what, he just lowered his head to eat and didn’t intend to help.

Lin Jin: “…”

"Yang Muer, let me go first." Lin Jin quickly pulled Yang Muer off her body. Although the Hu people were enthusiastic, she was a man after all. "Even if we start brewing wine now, you won't be able to drink it now. Brewing wine takes time."

"Then let's start brewing now. The earlier we brew, the earlier we can drink." Yang Muer rolled his eyes and quickly thought of something, "Should we start brewing now so that we can drink it when we get to the capital."

Lin Jin blinked. This was correct, but something seemed wrong: "But, if we brew it now, should we put it directly in the car?"

"Is it not possible?" Yang Muer seemed to not understand. Is it not possible? A jar of wine doesn't take up much space.

Lin Jin held her forehead with her hand. It was not that it was impossible, but considering Yang Mule's condition, she was not sure whether she should continue to brew the wine. She really could not afford just one glass.

"Of course you can, but if the jar is broken by accident, wouldn't that be a pity?" Lin Jin tried to persuade Yang Muer in this way. She would never dare to let her drink this wine again. "So let's wait until we get to the capital to brew it."

"What if? There are not so many what ifs. We can just leave what ifs for the future." Yang Muer was now interested in the fruit wine. "We also have wine made from grapes. Will it taste as good as the one made from grapes?"

Lin Jin looked up: "Each has its merits."

"I don't believe it unless you make wine for me. If it's really that good, why do you buy wine from us at such a high price?" Yang Muer pulled Lin Jin up and was about to take Lin Jin to buy wine from a winery and fruit. "Now make wine for me to see."

"Hey, hey, hey, okay, don't worry, let's finish our meal first and then go." Lin Jin hurriedly pulled Yang Muer, really admiring Yang Muer's action, "I'm so hungry now that I don't have the strength, how can I make wine."

Yang Mule let go of Lin Jin only after hearing this, but he sat aside and watched Lin Jin eat, as if waiting for Lin Jin to finish eating and then take her away.

Lin Jin held his forehead with his hand: "Yang Muer, I can't eat if you look at me like this. Why don't you go back and rest first, and I'll call you when I'm done eating, okay?"

Yang Muer thought about it and nodded, but still a little worried: "Then remember to call me."

"Remember, remember." Lin Jin planned to coax Yang Muer to sleep first. When Yang Muer sobered up, he probably wouldn't be obsessed with this anymore.

If she had known this would happen, she wouldn't have said anything about fruit wine.

Otherwise, she might as well make a bowl of glutinous rice balls with fermented rice for Yang Mule to coax him these two days.

Lin Jin looked at Zhuang Buyin who was pretending nothing happened, and said helplessly: "Can't you see that Yang Muer is drunk?"

"I noticed it, but... it's not appropriate for me to interfere when you and Yang Muer are fighting." Zhuang Buyin smiled at Lin Jin, "So I can only pretend that I didn't see it."

Lin Jin: "Not suitable? Why not?"

Isn't Yang Muer a holy woman of the Uighurs? Why can't the Zhuang family intervene when a holy woman of the Uighurs fights with other men?

It can't be that whatever the saint does is right.

"That's right, it's just not suitable." Zhuang Buyin hesitated and couldn't tell the reason, so he insisted on the word "not suitable", "It's normal for you and Yang Muer to have a good relationship."

Lin Jin held her forehead with her hand. This was not because she had a good relationship with Yang Muer. They were just friends at most. Yang Muer was obviously acting like this because he was drunk. If he was not drunk, it would be impossible for him to behave like this.

"After all, this is not the Western Regions, so men and women should still be careful about the separation." Lin Jin didn't want Yang Mule to have a bad reputation. Although no one here knew Yang Mule's identity, it was inevitable that he would meet people with ulterior motives.

"Whether Yang Muer will... marry to the Central Plains in the future, we must always be careful not to affect the alliance between the two tribes due to a momentary negligence."

Zhuang Buyin looked at Lin Jin in silence. He had never thought about this. "Okay, you know the capital better than us. I'll listen to you."

Although Zhuang Buyin's father was a Han Chinese, he was not liked by his father, especially because he looked very much like a Uighur. When he was a teenager, he went to an escort agency run by Uighurs, and the people he came into contact with were either pure Uighurs or mixed Hu people like him.

His original name was Zhuang Ying, but his father did not like this name. He did not like the expectations implied by his mother's name for him, and he also looked down on the defeated Uighurs, so he called him Bu Ying. Later, he even did not want to see the word Ying, so he changed his name to Bu Yin.

After dinner, Lin Jin went to knock on Yang Muer's door, but no one opened it. She knew that Yang Muer was asleep, so she didn't disturb him any further.

She planned to make some fermented glutinous rice wine and borrow the inn's kitchen to make some glutinous rice dumplings for Yang Muer in a few days, but she would have to make fruit wine for Yang Muer later, after handing him over to the Uighurs.

Ever since Song Shiqiu realized that Lin Jin might have been sent away by Lin Lin in some unknown way, he immediately had people focus on the houses and restaurants under Lin Lin's name. The first place to check was Lingnan.

Lin Lin spent a lot of time and effort in Lingnan, so Song Shiqiu thought it was the most likely place to hide people.

Fang Yuzhu visited Lin Lin in the name of an old friend. As she looked at Lin Lin drinking tea with her, a feeling of nostalgia rose in her eyes.

"We haven't sat together like this for a long time since you got married." Fang Yuzhu picked up the teacup and took a sip. "You have changed a lot in the past two years."

Sitting opposite Fang Yuzhu was Lin Lin's replacement who stayed in the capital: "It has indeed been a long time since I have brewed tea and enjoyed the scenery with the princess."

"You look a lot like you did back then." Fang Yuzhu's eyes were filled with nostalgia. She and Lin Er knew each other when they were young and entered the same girls' academy. Many years ago, they had a relationship involving gambling on books and spilling tea.

Lin Lin lowered his eyes and smiled, then poured Fang Yuzhu a cup of tea: "My princess, you are joking. People always change."

Fang Yuzhu looked at him with inquiry, "Lin Er, when did you start to change? I feel like you changed a lot all of a sudden, but it also seems like you changed unconsciously. You've changed to the point where I don't recognize you anymore."

"The past cannot be retrieved, what's the point of the princess asking these questions?" Lin Lin's expression did not change much, neither sad nor happy, "Time passes and never comes back, don't you know that?"

"It's just a little regretful. We have been friends for many years, but I can't see the slightest regret in your eyes." Fang Yuzhu felt that she might have misjudged Lin Lin.