Chapter 79: Drunk (1) [VIP]

"Sir, are you trying to intimidate me?" Xue Qu listened attentively, the teacup he was holding hanging in the air for a moment, as if he was half-believing and half-doubting what the gentleman said.

Having said this, Qu Hanjin lowered his brows and chuckled softly. He slowly walked up to the general, handed him the rice paper, and then stepped back to where he had been standing. "I'm not trying to threaten you. Your Highness the Ninth Prince is a jackal with ruthless ambitions, plotting to usurp the throne for a long time. Your Majesty has seen it all. General...you don't know yet, do you?"

"In the current court situation, if you want to escape unscathed, General, you must not get too close to His Highness."

"Favor? That so-called favor is nothing but a play put on by Your Highness." He spoke slowly, his face calm and collected, the implication of his words was that he wanted Xue Qu to find the forest mentioned on the paper.

"General, why not go here and ask if the bandits who kidnapped your wife and daughter were a deliberate plot by Your Highness?"

The rice paper was then unfolded. Xue Que stared at the spot where the writing had been written, his heart wavering. He wondered if the teacher was trying to incite rebellion or if he was truly trying to tell the truth...

"Sir, is this a divisive tactic?"

Xue Qu folded the paper back and stuffed it into his collar, then looked coldly at the elegant figure standing beside him, but he still couldn't figure out what the gentleman's intention was.

He bowed again, and Qu Hanjin spoke in a deep voice, as if giving advice, but more like a warning: "Whether it's a rift or the truth, General, you'll know once you investigate."

The disdainful look in his eyes calmed down, General Xue clasped his fists in return and walked out of the courtyard thoughtfully.

"I appreciate your kindness, sir. Farewell."

The words have been said, and from now on it depends on what Xue Chen will choose.

Although this man values ​​friendship and loyalty and has always obeyed the orders of the Ninth Prince, the situation would be very different if the favor he showed was just a game of chess.

The road ahead gradually became clear. While waiting for changes in the political situation, she might as well take advantage of this quiet day to find some fun. She hadn't had a drink for a long time, so she asked Ningzhu to go to the East Market to bring some wine.

The moonlight shines through the curtains, the courtyard is dark at night, the shadows of the bamboos in front of the courtyard are swaying slightly, and an idle breeze blows, causing the branches and leaves in the side hall to rustle lightly.

In the quiet of the night, Chu Qingluo placed a few jade cups on a stone table in the garden. She raised her phoenix eyes slightly and drank leisurely alone, looking very contented.

The gentleman was reading quietly in the hall, looking at her from time to time. She smiled gracefully in response and then drank her wine leisurely.

If she could be so contented in the future, she could have a happy and satisfying life.

After a few glasses of liquor, she felt refreshed. When she looked back again, Mr. Wang was already walking beside her.

He stood with his hands behind his back, looking down at the empty cup in her hand.

She raised her eyebrows slightly, stretched out her hand and grabbed the gentleman's sleeve, as if to prevent him from going back into the hall: "Since you are here, please drink a few glasses with me."

Seeing Jing sitting elegantly, Qu Hanjin looked at the other jade cup which was still full, as if she had prepared it specially for him. Without thinking much, he drank it down in one gulp.

“Ahem…”

As soon as he took a sip, he coughed violently and realized that the cup was filled with wine, not the plain tea that could be found everywhere in the mansion. He couldn't help but look surprised.

"Wine?" He asked suspiciously. The government regulations clearly prohibited alcohol, so why was she still...

Forget it, he sighed secretly, feeling the alcohol gradually taking effect, and his thoughts became chaotic and incoherent.

The young man next to him closed his eyes for a long time, and his cold and solemn face showed a layer of fatigue. Chu Qingluo looked at him carefully and blurted out a guess in his mind.

"Mr. Might I... not be able to drink?"

He calmly put down his wine cup and answered solemnly, "Wine can easily disturb one's mind, so I usually don't drink it."

Thinking that the gentleman was following the government rules and didn't want to break them by drinking with her, she hurried closer, a hint of teasing in her eyes.

"I finally managed to get my life back, and you didn't celebrate with me, didn't you feel bad?" She asked in a tender voice, blinking her eyes, determined to make her husband cross the line with her.

Qu Hanjin looked back at him seriously, his voice softening as he hesitated to speak. After a long moment, he politely declined, "I... really can't drink too much."

"I've already poured it for you, sir..." She moved the cup he had put down back to where he was pointing, muttering almost in a complaining tone, feeling that he was so unrefined, "Before, Feng Yan and I drank together, but now it's hard to even find someone to drink with..."

"If you don't want to accompany me, I'll call Ningzhu."

After saying that, Chu Qingluo took out a cigarette from her sleeve and was about to light it when she was stopped by the gentleman.

He seemed to have made up his mind, and he drank the cup without hesitation. The drunkenness immediately rushed to his brows, and the burning sensation spread.

Unable to help but frown, Qu Hanjin looked at him in disbelief: "Do you usually drink such strong liquor?"

She was delighted when she heard this. She picked up the jade pot and filled the two empty cups again: "I can drink a thousand cups without getting drunk. No matter how strong the wine in this world is, I can't get drunk."

"I don't want to look back even for a moment on the days I spent in Lingning Palace..." Now that the gentleman was willing to accompany her, during the long nights, she could sit down with him and talk, recalling what she had seen and heard in Lingning Palace.

"Sir, please congratulate me on my escape from this desperate situation and the light at the end of the tunnel!"

However, the shadow beside him was no longer moving.

She glanced over quietly and saw that the man was lying motionless on a corner of the stone table, his face flushed and he was sleeping drunkenly.

"Sir, I called out, raised my hand and shook her shoulders, but I couldn't wake her up.

With just one glass of wine, the gentleman was really drunk.

Suddenly, she felt unbelievable. She held her forehead in silence, thinking that if others knew that her husband had only this much alcohol tolerance, wouldn't he become a joke...

Perhaps she heard the call and felt something strange, so she ran over in a hurry. She saw the gentleman lying on the stone table and was stunned for a moment.

"Miss Chu, you...how could you let the gentleman drink..." After being dumbfounded for a moment, Fu Guang pointed at the empty wine cup and hurriedly explained to her.

, it will fall down as soon as it touches it."

"Bad..." Chu Qingluo curled her lips and looked helplessly at the boy, who looked confused and seemed to be seeing a drunken master for the first time. "Then... give me some advice."

The gentleman knew very well that he could drink a lot, but he still wanted to drink with Miss Chu... Suddenly, Fu Guang understood what the gentleman meant, and he had an idea and wanted to run away.

Before running away, he didn't forget to clear himself. The servant raised his voice and replied solemnly: "This matter has nothing to do with me! The young lady caused the trouble herself, so it's her responsibility to look after the gentleman!"

This follower is really only good at delivering messages, and doesn't want to serve in any other matters at all...

Her brows sternly reflected displeasure as she casually asked, "How come you, as an attendant, can't do anything else besides delivering messages?"

"What do you know? The master doesn't like others to interfere in anything. How dare I disobey the master..." Fu Guang thought about it and quickly moved the master out of the question, saying that what he did was just his job.

"Go back to the gate of your hall!" She raised her sleeve to drive him away, and then Chu Qingluo approached the teacher in a coquettish manner, with her crescent-shaped eyebrows slightly curved.

"Why, Mr. Flirtatious, you want to see it too?"

Hearing this, Fu Guang blushed suddenly and stared at the beautiful figure.

The gentleman was unconscious at the moment, and she wanted to take advantage of this opportunity to flirt with him?

Although this scene is what the gentleman wishes, but...

Fu Guang pondered silently, and finally said: "Young lady, please be more respectful to the gentleman..."

After the servant left, the courtyard returned to silence. Chu Qingluo snorted coldly, having completely discarded the word "respect".

He had already made love several times under the moonlight, and she still respected him...

"How can you still talk about respect when it's like this..." She sneered softly, then looked at the cold and beautiful face lying beside her, and unconsciously moved a little closer.

It seemed that she had never looked at a gentleman so closely, let alone a drunken face. She looked closely at his well-defined face, which was like a piece of carved white jade. It was difficult to look away after one more glance.

But there is a hint of red in the cold white, which is very interesting.

She touched the gentleman's cheek lightly and felt it was particularly hot. It seemed that he was really drunk.

"Sir, are you really drunk or just pretending?" Chu Qingluo asked tentatively, touching his nose again. Seeing that he didn't move at all, she muttered to herself for a long time, "Is your alcohol tolerance really that low..."

She suspected that those so-called government rules were perhaps used by the master to humiliate himself...

The sound of night watchmen could be heard outside the mansion. It was already midnight, and the palace lanterns in the Siyue Mansion were still brightly lit, but the lights in the side courtyard had been slowly extinguished.

There was an empty cup on the stone table beside the path, and no one had cleared it away. The bed curtains in the inner room were hanging down, reflecting a few rays of bright moonlight, floating faintly in the breeze.

Fortunately, she had learned martial arts and was able to use some strength to help the gentleman back to the tent. Now she had nowhere to go and had to live here with him.

Chu Qingluo cleared a space on the couch, lay down beside it silently, and was about to fall asleep.

"Qing Luo..."

The young master Qingjue beside her pillow suddenly called out vaguely. She opened her eyes slightly and glanced at him sideways in the night.

"Hmm?" She responded softly, and saw that her husband's eyes were tightly closed, as if he was trapped in a nightmare, but she had no idea what kind of dream it was.

"Qingluo, don't leave me..." His brows furrowed even tighter, and he suddenly held her hand which was placed in the quilt. Qu Hanjin murmured in a low voice, repeating a few words, with a look of sadness on his face.

"Don't abandon me..."

What he dreamed of was the day when she left Siyue Mansion...

Or maybe it was when she decisively rejected him in front of the Ninth Prince in Lingning Palace.

He has been brooding over it for the past few months.

Something strange seemed to flow out from the bottom of her heart. Chu Qingluo let him hold her hand and replied softly after a while: "Okay, I won't abandon you."

Compared to the bloodbath in the imperial city and the eternal infamy, he seemed to be more afraid of watching her leave alone.

Feng Yan left in a flash. She was grieving for a long time, feeling that losing someone was too easy...

Her mother was one, her father was one, Sheng Youzhang was one, and Feng Yan was one too... She didn't want to lose anyone around her anymore, especially Mr. Qu.

She pondered for a while, then added sadly, "I should...never leave you again..."

"Don't go..." The nightmare hadn't subsided yet. Qu Han held her wrist tightly, still mumbling, "I know I was wrong..."

"I don't want to argue with Qingluo anymore..." He said in a low, hoarse voice, and then it became unclear, "I don't want to..."

She didn't know how to answer for a moment. She thought about it over and over again, but couldn't come up with any appropriate words, so she leaned into Suxue's arms and gently hugged her husband's waist.