Yu 'an's Light (1)

Fu Ting thought about it for a long time, but she still could not figure it out. She was going to investigate it in private.

After all, Fu Yu 'an was Fourth Uncle. Since she knew about his tragedy, she couldn't turn a blind eye to it.

When they returned to the courtyard, everyone was almost done packing. Old Madam Fu was tired and went back to her room to rest.

Ming Zhi asked the servants to bring out a few small jars of fruit wine that she had personally made.

Everyone was thirsty after working for half a day. They poured a bowl each and sat there drinking.

"My good granddaughter is here. This is the Peach Blossom Drunken Wine made from Grandma's grain. I only have a little bit left and specially left it for you to drink." Mingzhi handed Fu Ting a small bowl of Peach Blossom Drunk.

Cen Juan had just finished his call and walked over. He could smell the alcohol in the courtyard and could not help but look at Fu Ting.