After speaking, he sat down at the stone table: "I'll join you for a drink!"
Lu Chongyang looked at her frail little figure in confusion: "You?"
Fu Zhen smiled and accepted the bowl handed over by the guard, filling it herself.
Just as she was about to drink, Lu Chongyang reached out to stop her: "You can't drink alcohol!"
Fu Zhen said: "How do you know?"
Lu Chongyang snorted and began stroking his beard: "Your spleen is weak and your stomach is cold, how can you withstand the stimulation of strong liquor? You've been ill for many years before, haven't you?"
Fu Zhen said: "Why do you ask this? You can't save me anyway."
Lu Chongyang snorted even louder: "What does that matter? With this old man taking care of you for half a year, you'll be as lively as a dragon!"
Liang Xuan said: "Can you guarantee a pregnancy then?"
Fu Zhen slapped his head.
Lu Chongyang said: "Not only a pregnancy, you could raise seven or eight children without a problem!"
"Wow!"
