When it came to playing "Qushui Liushang," Mo Mingda and Liu Weiyuan exchanged a glance, seeming to regain their composure, with a look of mutual understanding in their eyes.
Lin Tian, of course, noticed their expressions, secretly sneering in his heart. Suddenly, they changed their minds to invite me, and I knew they harbored ill intentions. Well, I'll see what tricks you're up to.
"Mr. Lin knows how to play Qushui Liushang, right?" Mo Mingda asked with a smile.
Lin Tian smiled and calmly replied, "In the ninth year of Yonghe, on the third day of the third month, Shangsi Day, the then aristocrat, Prefect of Huiji, Wang Xizhi, invited forty-two national military and political officials, including relatives and friends such as Xie An and Sun Chuo, to hold the Qushui Liushang event at Lanting."
"After the sacrifice ceremony, a group of people sat on the ground along the streams of Lanting, placing cups filled with wine in the water, letting them flow downstream."
