"You can't hold your liquor. You were drunk yesterday, so I had to bring you back."
"What happened?"
Wen Lingjun looked at Wen He.
The gentleman couldn't help but give a kick.
Wen Lingjun's face twisted, Wen He, unswayed, wiped his sleeve. Underneath the hem of his garment was the cold light of ink-colored chain armor. He said calmly, "Who reads without wearing armor, Lingjun?"
"You're still not thinking comprehensively enough."
Wen Lingjun took a deep breath, and after understanding the situation, Li Guanyi invited Wen Lingjun, Wen He, and Ling Pingyang for tea. Wen Lingjun said, "The Lord, yesterday on the Imperial Path, was impressive and displayed a heroic spirit, but there was an unfortunate aspect."
"This unfortunate aspect was instigated by Ji Daochun. By sacrificing himself, he set the aristocratic family, the royal family, and the Lord against each other, and as a result, many young scholars have been coerced and cannot come here to join."
