Wasn't this beauty supposed to walk so gently? Why did she suddenly become so rude in front of him! Oh, the Great Sage Equal to Heaven understands now. It's not that this woman is unwilling to marry, but rather that she's too rude to find a husband!
The Monkey King's first reaction was that he had been tricked. This scam was well-designed, first using a martial arts tournament as a gimmick, and then using the winemaking family's business as bait.
I never imagined that after so many years away from the mortal realm, these mortals would be so despicable!
The Monkey King turned and left.
But then he heard the woman sneer behind him: "Hmph, I thought he was some kind of formidable person. I heard he wanted to have a drinking contest with me, but he's a coward. All men in the world are just like that."
These words made the Monkey King's eyebrows furrow, and he immediately turned around.
The woman named Ye He raised her chin and looked at him, her round eyes sparkling with pride. When she saw the Monkey King turn around, she snorted coldly, clapped her hands, and was about to leave.
Wait!
The Monkey King turned around, raised his folding fan, and said: Now that I've entered the second round, I naturally want to have a match with you, Miss.
No sooner had he finished speaking than a group of maids appeared out of nowhere, each carrying a wine jar.
A loud commotion erupted in the crowd, and the men who had been on the ring jumped down in fright. With so much wine, they probably wouldn't have even drunk half of it before they were about to lose their lives on that ring.
The Ye family's young lady is beautiful, and the Ye family's business is vast. But no matter how vast it is, without life, it's all for naught.
The Monkey King glanced at the wine jars and merely raised an eyebrow. He closed his folding fan, casually tucked it into the cloth bag at his waist, and said to Ye He, "I can offer you three jars of wine, Miss."
"No need!" Ye He snorted coldly, casually picked up a jar of wine, slapped off the seal, and tilted his head back to drink it.
Another roar erupted from below the arena.
The Monkey King found it amusing, so he could only shake his head, take the wine from the maid's hand, tear open the seal, and drink it down.
This comparison, however, spanned from daytime to nighttime.
Miss Ye drank jar after jar of wine intermittently, yet showed no signs of intoxication. Meanwhile, the Monkey King, despite drinking so much, remained completely composed.
Ye He rolled up his sleeves, wiped his mouth clean, looked up at the Great Sage Equaling Heaven, and said with a smirk, "If you're not feeling well, please let me know. My ability to drink a thousand cups without getting drunk is innate; most people can't compare."
Upon hearing this, the Great Sage Equaling Heaven found it utterly laughable. How dare a mere mortal be so arrogant before the mighty Wine Immortal! He truly didn't know his place!
The Monkey King shook his head but said nothing. He simply opened another jar of wine and began to drink.
The two men were evenly matched in drinking, and the match, with no clear winner, almost made everyone doze off. Just as the atmosphere was getting tense, a crisp sound rang out from the stage. Everyone thought that a winner had finally been decided, but when they looked up, they saw the Ye family patriarch holding the eldest daughter's hand, his beard bristling and eyes wide with anger: "What kind of behavior is this, the eldest daughter of the Ye family, showing her face in public!"
After saying that, she glanced at the scattered wine jars on the ground and continued: "The second round was supposed to be a poetry contest, when did it turn into a drinking contest! He'er, how dare you!"
Ye He was about to argue when the old master of the Ye family turned his back to the Great Sage Equaling Heaven and said: "Since this young master's drinking capacity surpasses that of my Ye He, he should abide by the rules of the arena and marry my daughter."
Father, when did he ever surpass me?
"Shut up! How many people in this world do you think can drink this much with you!" After scolding his daughter, Master Ye turned to the Great Sage Equaling Heaven with a smile and said, "May I ask where you are from, young master? How many acres of land, how many cows, how many houses do you own? Are your parents still alive? Ah, perhaps this old man should pay a visit tomorrow."
The Monkey King watched as the old man in front of him talked incessantly, his mouth opening and closing. Behind him, Miss Ye was already pouting and looking up at the sky, looking unconvinced.
three
Yuanmi-jun said, "If anyone in this world can get you, the Great Sage Equaling Heaven, drunk, I will write my Taoist title, Yuanmi-jun, backwards."
"There is no one in this world who can get himself drunk," the Monkey King thought.
He rested his left cheek on his hand, looking at the woman in front of him. Half an hour had passed, and when this woman called him out, he had assumed it was something important. But instead, she was sitting alone on the rooftop, drinking alone in silence.
Early spring is still a bit cold, and the wind is bone-chilling.
For quite some time, the woman showed no sign of stopping. The Monkey King, having no other choice, snatched the wine from her hand and said lazily, "You won't get drunk no matter how much you drink, so why are you trying to drown your sorrows in alcohol like others?"
Hearing him say that, Ye He seemed to realize something. She was stunned for a moment, then suddenly frowned and looked like she was about to cry. She turned to look at the Great Sage Equaling Heaven and said: I don't want to marry you.
The Monkey King was taken aback at first, then rolled his eyes, and finally chuckled: I don't want to marry you yet!
Ye He said to herself, "The person I want to marry is not you. I've waited for him for twenty years, and I can't let it all go to waste."
The Monkey King then snorted: "You're really precocious; you knew who you were going to marry right after you were born."
Ye He glanced at him, then suddenly lowered her head and sniffled.
The Monkey King was taken aback, turning to look at her, somewhat at a loss. The Wine Immortal was known for his romantic escapades, but he had never been able to resist a woman's tears.
Ye He was crying; you could tell from her heavy nasal moans that she was crying.
The Monkey King, having no other choice, reached out to pat her back in comfort, but she looked up at him with a pained expression and said, "I ate two extra meat buns tonight and drank so much wine just now, my stomach really hurts!"
The Monkey King swallowed the words that were about to come out, withdrew his hand, and silently looked at the moon in the sky.
"Hey! Look! Aren't the peach blossoms in bloom?" Ye He hurriedly patted the person next to her and pointed to an old tree in the yard.
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