"Is the City of Wei very far?"
"Very close to Kaiping."
"Where is Kaiping?"
"Very close to the City of Wei."
"Well, I know it's in the frontier fortress. But before that, where were you, Ning Que?"
"In the mountain."
"Which mountain?"
"Min Mountain."
"Is Min Mountain very big?"
"Of course."
"What about before Min Mountain?"
"…"
"What about before?"
"Well … I was young then, so I don't remember much. I only know that I was an orphan."
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The drunken conversation by the side of the bar could not continue because of Ning Que's slurred speech and his stubborn mind. Situ Yilan picked up a wet towel and wiped her forehead. She glared at the drunk lad on the table and thought to herself, "What the hell is going on?"
Just at this moment, Dewdrop, who had to leave midway, came and diluted the awkwardness. She frowned at the back of Ning Que's head and could not help but shake her head. She helped him up and put a wet towel on his forehead. Then she smiled at Situ Yilan and said in a hoarse voice, "Miss Situ, he can't hold his liquor well."
Before Situ Yilan could open her mouth to ridicule him, Ning Que, who was lying in Dewdrop's arms, woke up. His mind was in a blur, and he vaguely felt that his face was pressed against a slightly cool, moist, and plump place. Subconsciously or instinctively, he held her waist tightly with both hands and pressed his face closer to her, even rubbing against it.
Dewdrop's plump bosom was squeezed out of shape by the young man's bad taste. Her delicate and pretty little face showed a rare hint of charming shyness, and there were a few blushes on it.
Situ Yilan looked at Ning Que squinting in Dewdrop's arms. She watched him put his hands into the girl's sleeves and then move to somewhere. She could not help but raise her head and cover her forehead in annoyance. She also covered her eyes. After all, she was a noble lady of the Yunhui General's Mansion in Chang 'an. Seeking pleasure in the brothel was just a matter of elegance. When had she ever seen someone actually dared to do indecent things in front of her?
Of course, she knew that Ning Que had drunk too much at this time. He was so drunk that he might not even be able to tell whether he was hugging a waist or a willow, rubbing a chest or a big steamed bun. But for an unmarried girl, even one who was famous for being bold and unrestrained in Chang 'an City, this scene was really unbearable. She stood up in embarrassment and anger, pulled Ning Que up, and continued to pour wine into his mouth.
Ning Que vaguely felt that someone was trying to force him to drink more wine. How could he allow that to happen? He hugged Dewdrop's waist tightly and refused to let go. His palm slid down her lapel and kept rubbing the girl's soft and plump abdomen. He kept muttering nonsense like "this is better than drinking wine" and "I won't drink anymore".
Dewdrop giggled as he touched her. She hurriedly lifted her sleeve to cover her lips and said with an annoyed smile, "You'll have to pay if you touch me again."
Ning Que lowered himself in her arms and answered in a daze, "Your brother is now a man with a net worth of two thousand taels of silver. Do I still need this little bit of silver? If a monk can touch you, why can't I touch you? So what if we spend a spring together? "
Dewdrop was a little annoyed when she heard this, but she was confused when she heard the word "monk". She raised her head and looked at Situ Yilan for help. Situ Yilan spread out her hands and said angrily, "How would I know what nonsense you are talking about?"
Then she used a little strength to grab the front of Ning Que's lapel and forcibly lifted him up. She got close to his face and said loudly, "You've drunk too much. Go back quickly. Don't tell me there's no one waiting for you at home?"
No one knew whether it was because he had been blown by the night wind for a long time, or because Situ Yilan shook him hard, or some key words in this sentence that touched the sensitive soul in Ning Que's mind, he suddenly stiffened and slowly woke up. He opened his dull eyes and looked at the night view outside the fence and murmured, "Yes, there's someone waiting for me at home."
Situ Yilan and Dewdrop looked at each other and heaved a sigh of relief at the same time. They were not concerned about where Ning Que got the 2,000 taels of silver from. What they were happy about was that the two of them finally did not have to accompany this young master who suddenly became rich from the poor to go crazy.
However, to their surprise, Ning Que stood up shakily, broke away from Situ Yilan's hand and gently avoided her.
Dewdrop, who wanted to help him, staggered into the building. She grabbed a writing brush from the accountant's office and tore a page of the account book. Yu Shan leaned against the table and wrote some numbers in cursive with drunken eyes. Then he said, "Send it back to Lin 47th Street for me."
Dewdrop moved closer to take a look and saw a few words scribbled on the account book. The frame of the words was crooked and scattered, and the white strands were unclear. If one did not look carefully, they would not be able to tell what was written.
"Young Master Sangsang, I'm drunk today, so I won't come back to sleep. Remember to drink the chicken soup left in the pot."
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Ning Que was a man who looked gentle on the outside but was extremely calm and self-controlled in his bones. He knew very well that he could not hold his liquor, so he rarely lost control of himself after drinking too much except when he was drinking with Sangsang. However, the situation was a little different this time. He was so happy today that he felt depressed without any alcohol to liven things up.
This joy that came from the bottom of his heart had nothing to do with the endless nights in the brothel, nor did it have anything to do with his classmates from the Academy taking advantage of their youth. It was purely because he saw the message on the thin piece of paper in the old library. In the warm afternoon sunshine, he vaguely saw the direction of the door to the wonderful world. After more than ten years of desperate searching, he finally saw a glimmer of hope. What else in the world could be more suitable than this and what else could be more suitable than this? What else could be more suitable than this? What else could be more suitable than this?
Dewdrop saw his cute drunken look and could not help laughing. She held his left arm and shook her head, saying, "Don't drink anymore. I'll ask the carriage company to send you home later."
Ning Que gently held her hand. His palm was slightly wet with sweat. Only then did he realize that the saying of being drunk made sense. He slightly narrowed his eyes to hide his nervousness and pretended to be calm, saying, "I won't go back tonight."
"It's not good for you to drink and have fun with your classmates." Dewdrop smiled and teased, "Where's the elegance?"
Ning Que said under the influence of the liquor, "I'm just a little soldier who was sent here. How would I know what elegance is? My good sister, how about letting me be vulgar tonight?"
"Don't pretend to be crazy when you're drunk. You'll regret it when you wake up." Dewdrop laughed and said, "If you're sober on normal days, let alone once, I can even let you be vulgar three times. So what?"
Ning Que squinted his drunk eyes and waved his hand repeatedly. He said with a silly smile, "That won't do. That would be the Three Vulgarities."
"I can't listen to this nonsense anymore." Situ Yilan frowned and covered her forehead to suppress the rolling drunkenness in her stomach. She said, "Ning Que, if you want to fool around, can't you pick another day?"
Ning Que reluctantly stood up and bowed deeply. He said, "Miss Situ, this is the place you picked. If it were another day, I really wouldn't have the guts to accompany a girl to a brothel."
Situ Yilan was speechless for a moment. She glared at him and thought, "You still know that you're accompanying a girl to a brothel? Then why don't we just listen to some songs, watch some dance, and talk about art and life? Why do we have to do this? "
Fortunately, she did not say this out loud. Otherwise, Ning Que would have ridiculed her for a long time about the difference between artistic young girls and normal young girls.
Dewdrop smiled and looked at Ning Que. She said sympathetically, "Ning Que, you seem to have forgotten one thing. Mistress Jian has said that no one is allowed to entertain you. Where can you go?"
As soon as Dewdrop finished her words, an arrogant and indifferent little maidservant appeared in front of everyone with a bowl of fish tail soup. She was Mistress Jian's personal maidservant, Xiaocao. She stared at Ning Que's eyes coldly and said, "Mistress Jian has said that no one is allowed to let him drink it. Ning Que, you drink this bowl of soup and immediately take a bath to get rid of the stench on you. Then, follow me upstairs. Mistress Jian has something to ask you."
In novels, there was a common sentence to describe the behavior of a master, and that was, "It takes a long time to say it, but it happens in the blink of an eye." The maidservant Xiaocao appeared just like this, and her words were also very effective. As soon as she said this, those eager Academy students were stopped by the girls around them. Ning Que even let go of the flagon dejectedly. The whole hall was silent.
When Ning Que went to wash up, the Academy students in the building inevitably talked about what had happened earlier. Especially those Chang 'an students who knew Mistress Jian's identity, they could not help but talk about some secrets in the palace and a certain legend of the Tang Empire. Therefore, everyone was more curious about what had happened earlier.
It was still quiet beside the railing. Situ Yilan and Jin Wucai whispered a few words to each other before walking over again. She stood not far from Dewdrop and looked curiously at this outstanding figure in the brothel in the capital city. She asked softly, "Even if Ning Que was lucky enough to catch Mistress Jian's attention, no matter you or Lu Xue, with your current status, you don't need to deliberately curry favor with him. Therefore, I'm very curious about why."
"It's interesting that Ning Que was tricked into this brothel. That night, Mistress Jian made it clear that the girls in this brothel are not allowed to serve him. It's okay for other brothels in Chang 'an, but none of the girls in this brothel dare to disobey Mistress Jian's order. However, he still comes here often. What does this mean?"
Dewdrop's eyes moved and she replied softly with a smile, "This means that the young man comes here to chat with us girls, and we, in fact, really want to chat with him."
Situ Yilan supported her chin with her hand and leaned against the railing thoughtfully.
Dewdrop smiled and continued, "We like to chat with him because we can't just chat with him in our daily chats. We always have to think about how to make those censors happy and vice ministers happy. And Ning Que likes to chat with us because he has pressure in his bones and needs to chat to relax. Now it seems that he can only really relax by chatting with girls like us in a place like this. "
Situ Yilan frowned and her eyes were filled with the curiosity of a young girl. "What pressure can he have?"
"I don't know what's wrong with Ning Que's life, but I know there must be something wrong." Dewdrop gradually stopped smiling and said pitifully, "In your eyes, Ning Que is just a calm and simple lad. Only the poor people like us, who have seen countless hardships, can see the pitifulness hidden in his body."
Finally, this popular girl in Chang 'an said softly, "Besides, I'm also an orphan without parents."
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