General, Your Wife Is Requesting Your Return Home For Farming novel Chapter 1163

Chapter 1163: Doting

Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios

Jing Yi said unhappily, “Where’s mine?”

Wei Ting said, “You’re still young. You can’t drink.”

Jing Yi frowned. “I’m 19!”

Wei Ting glanced at him and said, “Not yet. You’re all still wet behind the ears.”

With that, he uncorked the bottle.

Jing Yi snatched his wine bag. “I insist on drinking!”

Wei Ting clicked his tongue in disdain and took out the third wine bag from the food box.

“You have more?”

Jing Yi frowned bitterly. “You tricked me.”

Wei Ting said seriously, “This is called family joy.”

Jing Yi said, “Draw your sword.”

Su Xiaoxiao said to Ling Yun, “Eat while it’s hot. It won’t taste good later.” Ling Yun opened his mouth.

The three little ones sat obediently on their small futons and looked at him.

Ling Yun struggled for a moment before picking up the bowl and eating slowly.

When the three little ones saw that their master had started eating, they knew they could finally start eating. They plunged into the small bowl and slurped!

After eating the longevity noodles, the three little ones called Sihu over and played with it under the corridor.

Wei Ting handed the wine bag in his hand to Palace Lord and took out a fourth from the food box.

Jing Yi asked, “How many did you bring?”

Wei Ting said, “Anyvvay, it’s enough for you to drink.”

When the Palace Lord saw the wine, she knew that she had not made a mistake in acknowledging this son. She was impressed. “Let’s toast!”

Wei Ting had a good alcohol tolerance and could accompany Palace Lord for a hundred rounds.

This was the first time Jing Yi drank seriously.

It was too spicy. He stuck out his tongue.

During the time that Ling Yun left Su Xiaoxiao, the weight that he had painstakingly gained had been lost again.

He looked weak, and couldn’t hold his liquor.

The wine Wei Ting gave him was not even strong wine, but light plum wine.

“Son, bottoms up!”

“Little Yi, do it!”

Jing Yi didn’t want to do it, but when he thought of Palace Lord’s martial arts, he endured the humiliation and did it.

Then he was drunk.

His face was red, and his obsidian-like eyes were round and motionless.

The children played to their heart’s content, and the adults drank to their hearts’ content, but they felt that something was missing.

Su Xiaoxiao smiled and said, “Can I have the honor of hearing Master Nalan play the zither?”

Ling Yun got someone to bring the zither and Zheng.

The zither was for himself.

The Zheng was for Su Xiaoxiao.

The servant set up the shelf.

Ling Yun put down the zither and moved his slender fingers. A tune that struck the heart slowly sounded in the room.

It was not any song he had played before.

It was the tune that suddenly jumped to his fingertips.

Everyone was instantly engrossed.

His clear and thin figure played out a melodic and touching tune.

They could visualize a flower, a leaf, a Bodhi, a person, a sword, and a martial artist!

Wei Ting’s expression turned cold. He picked up the wine bag and jumped onto the roof.

The night wind blew his robe as he recited loudly,

“Geniuses come from our generation. Time rushes once you enter the martial world!”

“Amidst the laughter of the emperor and the hegemony, it’s better to be drunk in life!”

The music repeated.

Su Xiaoxiao’s expression was calm. She gently stroked the Zheng on the shelf and played the strings with her fair fingers, following Ling Yun’s tune.

The Zheng and zither played together. What a feast!

Jing Yi took out the sword at his waist and leaped into the courtyard.

The young man in black danced with his sword, high-spirited and imposing.

Su Xiaoxiao and Ling Yun’s music gradually became passionate.

It was unknown if it was hard liquor or something else, but the Palace Lord suddenly felt her blood boil.

She used her qinggong and jumped up. She broke a section of the crabapple branch and said to Jing Yi, “Kid, let me teach you two moves!”

The two of them sparred in the night.

Every move of the Palace Lord was close to Jing Yi’s Achilles’ heel. Then, she guided Jing Yi to resolve the predicament.

The more Jing Yi fought, the more excited he became. His eyes lit up.