「In a private room at a restaurant in Fu County」
Deng Yuanhang and Ancient Wen Heng sneezed one after the other.
"Someone must be thinking about you," Zhou Ping said, smiling with his lips pursed. After passing the Scholar examinations together last time, the three of them had grown much closer.
Ancient Wen Heng rubbed his nose. "I think someone's plotting against us. I just felt a chill run up my spine. That can't be a good sign."
Deng Yuanhang said, "Since when did you become an expert in divination, Junior Brother Gu? It's just the weather getting colder as winter sets in. We just got hit by a cold draft, that's all. What's this talk about plotting?"
Ancient Wen Heng didn't argue with him. "You're right, you're right, Senior Brother Deng. I was probably just overthinking it.
So, why did you two ask me over today?"
