That night, within Dingnan City, the three armies were rewarded.
After Su Rong and Zhou Gu had slept, they were both in good spirits, sitting with everyone in the hall, toasting to one another.
Of course, most of them were still unable to drink. Even though they raised their cups, it was only tea standing in for wine. Moreover, it was ginger jujube tea specially made by the kitchen's chef. In winter, it could warm the body and dispel the cold.
Zhang Mao, sitting next to Ning Ze, could always smell a scent of flowers on him and wondered, "What's the pleasant smell on you?"
Ning Ze leaned in close, whispering, "It's from the flowers Yanjin gave me. She told me to bathe in the petals, saying that it could ward off bad luck. I rushed over here immediately after my bath. Brother Zhang Mao, you have a good nose."
Zhang Mao understood, "No wonder it smells so good."
Ning Ze grinned, "I've saved some for you too, enough for one bath."
Zhang Mao coughed lightly, "I don't need it."
