Peirong, who was dressed in men's clothing, raised her eyes slightly. These big red gold characters reminded her of her own experience in China. Maybe Yin Xiaohan didn't know that she could be regarded as someone who would never get drunk after a thousand cups!
The target of the mission was an "alcoholic rich young man". He originally wanted to take advantage of her, but unfortunately in the end he was poisoned to death on the bed without eating any of Peirong's tofu.
"Master Yin, are you here?"
As soon as the sharp laughter ended, a graceful Pingting woman came out with a long ribbon wrapped around her arm.
"Who is this?"
"Oh, Peirong, let me introduce to you. This is Yueniang, who is also the boss here. This is Peirong. From now on, Peirong will ask you to take care of her!"
Peirong suddenly lowered his head, bowed respectfully, and raised his voice: "Pei Rong has met Yueniang, and I hope that Yueniang will take good care of her in the future."
"Oh, I didn't expect this young master to be so handsome. Even I can't help but want to shave a few more times. Mr. Pei, you are serious. There is no way I can take care of you. As long as I am here, I will treat you as a relative."
Who doesn’t know that Mr. Yin’s words are worth a thousand pounds? Well, don’t just stand there stupidly, otherwise, those who don’t know will think that I am so inhumane?”
Since no one cared about her for a long time, when Yueniang stretched out her white lotus-like arms to hug Peirong, Peirong's heart skipped a beat. If it had been normal, she might have punched him.
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Yin Xiaohan, dressed elegantly in white, smiled and walked in along with it.
"Isn't this General Yin? Why do you have the leisure and elegance to come to Wanxiang Winery?"
Most people who know Yin Xiaohan are officials in the court, but such a greeting is not unusual, and guests will not make a fuss over such a trivial matter.
"It's easy to talk, Master Zhongshu, aren't you the same?"
The Vice Minister of Zhongshu (equivalent to the current Deputy Minister of National Legislation) smiled coldly and just tasted the wine slowly. There were several gentlemen sitting beside him. It looked like he was holding some kind of symposium.
Overhearing them talking about "Ku Yin", a sharp gaze gradually slid to the corner of Yin Xiaohan's mouth, and then he curved his warm lips.
"Sir, what's wrong with you?"
Peirong broke away from the enthusiastic Yueniang and looked back, fearing that something might have happened to her employer.