I became the God Brother of the Regent King after Transmigration!-Chapter 69 - 63: Green Plums and Hotpot, Part 2

No one knows how Gu Lan explained it, nor how many people she actually killed.

Before he could hesitate further, he saw one, two, three, four young and beautiful little maids emerge from somewhere, each with a gentle smile, warmly approaching.

Gu Lan hurriedly comforted them one by one: "Ah, You’er, I’m fine, last night was an accident, I was just slaughtering a chicken in the room."

"Zijin, stop crying, help me handle this fish."

"Someone did try to assassinate me, but I counterattacked them all!"

"Oh, don’t be afraid... let’s not talk about it. Go, help me clean these vegetables."

Rong Heng could barely watch.

Gu Lan put down the big bags she was carrying, sat down, and from a small basket behind her, she pulled out a strangely shaped, brass-made Furnace of Eight Trigrams.

She glanced at the sky; a cool, refreshing early autumn evening was perfect for...

"Brother Hang, let’s start!"

Rong Heng shivered all over, looking at that Furnace of Eight Trigrams.

Was Gu Lan so eager to become sworn siblings with him?

Gu Lan poured more than half a cauldron of clear water into the Furnace of Eight Trigrams and then began tossing in strange items.

— Eight spices for cooking, pepper from Qiangrong, ginger from Wei Country, garlic cloves... One side of the Furnace had chili and beef oil, while the other only had clear water and scallion segments.

After setting the base ingredients, Gu Lan ignited the charcoal underneath the brass stove.

Then, Zijin brought over a plate of cleaned greens, mushrooms, sliced sweet potatoes, and a sliced and processed cod fish.

Rong Heng furrowed his brow, quickly realizing what Gu Lan was doing, so he asked, "Where is this cuisine from?"

Gu Lan took the lamb brought by You’er, drew her dagger, and easily sliced the meat into uniformly thin slices.

Then she looked up, smiled brightly at Rong Heng: "It’s how my family eats."

The setting sun cast on Young Master’s fair face, making her look even more delicate and striking.

Rong Heng squinted, hiding the strange expression in his eyes.

"Brother Hang, there are no outsiders here, you can take off your mask."

— Rong Heng stared coldly at Gu Lan, showing no intention to move.

Her calling him Brother Hang shocked Zijin and the others, their eyes wide in surprise.

They closely observed Rong Heng, the familiar figure, the familiar voice... it really was Fifth Young Master Rong!

Zipei wondered how Fifth Young Master Rong managed to leave the palace and appear at their home.

Zijin reacted quickly, directly calling on Zipei and You’er to leave, along with the other maids and women in the Step Lotus Hall, and then lit lamps for the two of them.

An autumn evening is a good time for hot pot.

Gu Lan continued slicing meat, saying: "My second aunt returned to her maiden family, so does this count as me personally cooking?"

Rong Heng had harbored a grudge because every time he brought food, it was either made by Zijin or the cook.

So inviting him to a personally made hot pot meal wasn’t too much, right? As brothers, they should share a hot pot meal.

She and Mrs. Wang had discussed hot pot cooking methods long ago and had improved and built this copper pot, which hadn’t been used yet.

—Rong Heng remained unmoved.

Zijin brought two bottles of light wine. Gu Lan set up a saucer-like vessel beside her, with five small holes, lit a charcoal fire beneath it, and the water inside was gradually being heated.

Gu Lan placed two tiny wine cups into two of the small holes, and as the water warmed, the wine in the cups also started to heat up.

On a jade table beside them, there was a plate of green plums, a plate of preserved fruits, and a plate of peanuts.

—Rong Heng didn’t care.

In the time it took to drink a cup of tea, the small copper pot was boiling, bubbling and steaming with fragrant heat.

Gu Lan dumped some meat into it.

At that moment, a pitiful voice came from the side: "Lanlan, can I eat?"

Gu Lan turned sharply and saw Wei Chengyuan, with a pitiful expression, climb down from a tree, holding a pair of chopsticks he had found somewhere, eagerly eyeing the copper pot.

Rong Heng removed his mask with a "snap," placing it on the table.

A handsome face was covered with frost, but as it was enveloped in the steam, it appeared warm.

Then he calmly picked a piece of meat from the spicy side, dipped it in the prepared sauce, and put it in his mouth.

Gu Lan’s eyes arched with a smile, she picked up a cup of light wine, raised her head, and drank it all in one go.

No one can refuse a small hot pot!

Rong Heng watched her small throat bob slightly, and his dark, cold eyes went even deeper.

Wei Chengyuan excitedly raised his chopsticks: "What about me, what about me!"

Gu Lan leaned over, glancing at Wei Chengyuan: "Beanbag spirit, shut up." She did not bother with a beanbag that only had the memories of a six or seven-year-old.

Wei Chengyuan felt extremely wronged.

A fleeting smile crossed Rong Heng’s eyes. He was eating, but because of the hot chili, he put down his chopsticks, looked up at Gu Lan, and then paused slightly.

The young man across from him was slightly bowing his head, eating the meat hurriedly with bright red lips of striking color.

Rong Heng’s ears felt a bit warm, he suspected this copper pot had too much chili, so he instinctively picked up the wine cup and took a sip too.

The light yet fragrant rice wine, moderately warm, had a faint plum sweetness, making his deep, sharp eyes widen for a moment, then become misty.

Gu Lan had been waiting for Rong Heng to drink the alcohol, which was why she made the hot pot so spicy.

She clearly remembered that in the original book, Rong Heng swore brotherhood with two generals at the Southern Border, and when one was captured by enemy forces, Rong Heng nearly died trying to save him.

Later, upon ascending the throne as emperor, as the highest ruler, Rong Heng specifically arranged a marriage for the other sworn brother and even personally attended the wedding.

And because he took a sip of wine... he passed out.

This is the treatment after becoming sworn brothers with the male protagonist! Loyal and righteous! Willing to sacrifice!

So now that Rong Heng was drunk... could he become swornsiblings with her?

Wait, did she get the order wrong?

Gu Lan shook her head, not caring if she got the order wrong, she brought out a real incense burner nearby, gazing intently at Rong Heng:

"Brother Hang, such a beautiful time and scenery, it truly is as the ancients said, discussing heroes over green plum wine, should we swear brotherhood?"