Outside the wing room in the backyard of Wangchen Tower, a servant was standing at the door carrying two jars of wine.
The next second, the elegant door with gold-painted carvings was suddenly pulled open, revealing a round face with a gloomy look full of resentment.
Seeing this, the servant quickly handed over the wine in his hand.
"Shopkeeper Yao, the Yunyexian is here."
Yao Yi kicked out a pile of empty jars from the room and asked in a hoarse voice, "Which jar is this?"
The servant counted on his fingers: "Hmm... the tenth and eleventh altars."
Yao Yi closed his eyes tightly.
This damn woman can still drink even after being beaten with twenty military sticks.
He took a deep breath. "Next time I ask you to bring wine, you must dilute it with water. One jar for ten jars."
After saying that, without looking at the servant's silly face, he took the jar of wine and went back into the house, slamming it on the table with a "clang".
The "drunkard" on the other side of the table didn't care about the dissatisfaction implied in this action. He only stared at the wine jar with his eyes. He skillfully broke the mud seal and filled two large bowls with it. He stuffed one bowl to Yao Yi and took the other bowl for himself.
"Come on, don't let me drink alone."
Yao Yi took the wine bowl with disdain, and suddenly regretted why he placed two bowls in the room. If he placed two pocket-sized cups, the woman in front of him might have wasted less wine.
Xiao Nanhuisheng looked like someone who couldn't drink much, but in reality, he was a wine jar that couldn't be drunk even with a large bowl. Yao Yi naturally couldn't join her in her madness. After clinking glasses, he calmly poured the wine into the flower pot beside him, feeling a pang of regret for the ten taels of silver that he had spent on a jar of Yunyexian.
"Yao Yi, do you know why he named me Nanhui?"
Yao Yi snorted coldly.
Of course he knew; she would tell him the story every time she drank, and he could recite it by heart now.
However, it doesn’t matter whether he knows it or not. What matters is that Xiao Nanhui will definitely tell it again.
"He named me Nanhui because he was defeated in Suyan that year and swore to return south to reclaim the lost land. He picked me up there, and my name is his lifelong wish. But this time, he refused to let me go to Bijiang! He would rather have me go just to defend the capital than to go with him! I, I'm staying in Quecheng, what if I run into Xu Shu again..."
Xiao Nanhui was not drunk, she was just confused and incoherent.
Yao Yi scratched his ears, obviously already used to the scene before him. There was no ripple in his heart, and his focus was not on Xiao Zhun.
"As long as the camp is good, everyone says that King Xuanyuan is picky. Most of the soldiers in the camp are from noble families. Compared with the bunch of bumpkins in the Subei Camp, they must be a hundred times stronger. You can take this opportunity to be promoted to a troupe leader, and you can get a few more coins every month..."
"Xu Shu, that bastard, who knows how he'll plot against me. I'd rather die on the battlefield than be huddled in the spit of that sinister villain. Where did I fall short? I really hope he can explain it to me..."
Yao Yi closed his eyes, feeling that he was talking at cross purposes. The man in front of him was immersed in the sadness of being rejected by Xiao Jun, unable to extricate himself.
He raised his hand, snatched the bowl from the man's hand and threw it aside.
"Xiao Nanhui."
The woman then reluctantly raised her eyes and looked over.
"Xiao Nanhui, have you ever thought about..."
"What did you think?"
Yao Yi paused, feeling that it was necessary to use the banquet to say what had been on his mind for a long time: "Have you ever considered that perhaps Xiao Zhun is simply using you as a substitute for his deceased relatives?"
As soon as these words fell, the whole room fell silent.
The unique sweet aftertaste of Yunyexian slowly turned into bitterness in her mouth. Xiao Nanhui felt as if someone had punched her chest, but she couldn't blame Yao Yi for that mouth.
She knew that only the other party would say this to her.
The heavy feeling of being overwhelmed only lingered on Xiao Nanhui's face for a moment, and then she replaced it with a smile.
"So what? It just means that I still hold a high position in his heart."
Yao Yi rolled his eyes fiercely, feeling that all the bitter words of truth he had been preparing for so long were in vain. In this matter, the other party's ability to play dumb was getting better and better every year.
Forget it. He couldn't wake her up. Sooner or later, someone would wake her up with a stick.
"Hmph, let me be frank. If one day you get yourself bruised and bloody, don't come to me to cry and complain, and don't even think about wasting my wine."
Xiao Nanhui sneered: "So you still care about money. Never mind. I won't come to see you next time."
Yao Yi's voice was cold: "Do you know that you have just drunk up your three months' worth of Fengli?"
She blinked and burped, then obediently moved the pile of empty wine jars in front of her to the side, trying hard to distance herself from the pile of evidence of her drunkenness.
At this moment, there was a clear "click" sound on the window, as if a small insect had hit the window frame.
Yao Yi stood up and walked over to open the window, and a petite figure slipped in.
Yao Yi's tone towards that figure was full of disdain: "Why are you here just now? You're so slow."
Shrike turned his head, and there was a dark circle under his eyes. His facial features, which were already thick eyebrows and big eyes, looked like they were wearing stage makeup, which scared Yao Yi.
"Why do you look like this?"
Shrike glanced resentfully at Xiao Nan, who was sitting on the ground, reeking of alcohol. "Last night, I was caught by Dujuan and kept nagging at her all night long, without even closing my eyes. Today, I was waiting for her to come back and save the situation, but she actually went straight to the camp. I was stuck with Dujuan the whole time, and only just managed to escape when I had a chance."
Yao Yi thought of Du Juan's mouth and shuddered with disgust. "Well, you're finally here. If you don't come soon, she'll drink me to death and make me poor. Did you bring the things I asked you to bring?"
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