Yang Zhenshan had just finished writing a letter when Zhou Lan and Wang Bin arrived at his tent together.
Wang Bin, with a casual air, sat next to Yang Zhenshan, picked up a tea bowl, flicked his sleeve, and from nowhere produced a wine pot, pouring Yang Zhenshan a cup of wine.
"Try it!"
He winked and made faces at Yang Zhenshan.
Yang Zhenshan was stunned for a moment and looked at him and Zhou Lan somewhat bemusedly.
Drinking was forbidden in the military camp - where on earth had these two scoundrels found alcohol!
Wang Bin ignored the stupor of Yang Zhenshan, and poured himself and Zhou Lan a cup each, while Zhou Lan took out a pack of dried beef and laid it on the table.
"Where did you guys get this from?" Yang Zhenshan sniffed the fragrance of the wine, recognizing it as good-quality liquor.
"It's a reward from the Marquis!" Wang Bin chuckled.
