It is very impolite to be distracted while talking. Miss Jun pursed her lips, stopped smiling and shook her head.

"No, something else just occurred to me," she said.

So what Ning Yunzhao meant by this was to secretly ask her why she wanted to drink?

The question was quite polite.

“It depends on the person,” she replied.

Master said, what is there to say? No one can understand your own problems even if you talk about them. Children cannot understand adults’ problems. Adults also find it difficult to understand children’s worries. You may be worried today, but you may not be worried tomorrow. Let’s talk about tomorrow’s worries tomorrow.

Now, even if she talks about her situation, no one else can understand it.

Ning Yunzhao also smiled and didn't ask any more questions. Instead, he took a big sip of the wine and looked at the crescent moon in the night sky.

When he is in a bad mood, he doesn't like being asked questions and just likes to do what he wants to do quietly.

Put yourself in her shoes and let her do whatever she wants.

They didn't say anything else. One took a big gulp of the drink while the other took a sip. They looked at the moon, the street scene, and listened to the hustle and bustle of the night market beside them.

…

Xiao Ding withdrew his gaze from here.

If the young master wants to pretend to be elegant, then the mundane things can only be done by the servants.

He moved closer to Liu'er, who was eating roasted melon seeds, and put on a smile.

"Sister Liu'er." He called sweetly.

Liu'er didn't even look at him.

"Sister Liu'er," Xiao Ding smiled, pushed a plate of candied fruit in front of Liu'er, and lowered his voice, "What on earth did you young lady do today?"

…

It was already bright when Ning Yunzhao woke up. When he opened his eyes, his eyebrows ached, which was the result of a hangover.

In fact, he seldom drinks, and he always thinks that drinking is a boring thing. You can recite poems and feel nostalgic about love and romance, and you don't need to drink to enjoy it.

But I found it quite interesting to have a drink last night, even though there was no singing to the wind and moon, and no like-minded companions, but I was with a girl.

Ning Yunzhao raised his hand and pressed it on his forehead, rubbing it vigorously as if to relieve the discomfort caused by drinking.

He never thought of drinking with women.

And it feels pretty good.

Although we didn't seem to say anything, we just drank, looked at the street view, and ate barbecue.

Ning Yunzhao couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth, but then dropped them again.

She must have been in a bad mood yesterday. I wonder if a glass of wine can relieve her sorrow.

But she didn't drink. I drank a little too much.

I wonder if watching other people drink will make you feel better.

Ning Yunzhao propped himself up and Xiao Ding from outside heard the noise and ran in.

"Young Master." He held a bowl of water in his hand.

Slightly yellowish and slightly reddish, smells sweet and sour.

What is this?

"This is the medicine Miss Jun gave me last night. She said it can relieve the discomfort of a hangover." Xiao Ding said.

Did she give it to me? Why don't you remember?

"Young Master, you've drunk too much. You were walking in front and didn't see it." Xiao Ding said with a smile.

Ning Yunzhao looked slightly embarrassed. He took the bowl of soup and drank it all in one gulp. It tasted sour and bitter, but it refreshed him and the swelling on his forehead disappeared instantly.

"Did I drink a lot?" he said. "Is it okay?"

He wouldn't be so ignorant as to have no sense of propriety, right?

"No, no." Xiao Ding shook his head hurriedly, "Master, you are polite and amiable. You are not drunk at all. Miss Jun said this is not a hangover cure. It means that people will feel uncomfortable after drinking."

Ning Yunzhao said "Oh".

"She said so," he said, putting down the soup bowl and wiping his face with a wet towel beside him.

"Yes, Miss Jun said that she can't guarantee anything else, but she can guarantee her medical skills the most. She also said that this medicine was just made by her and will be sold in Jiulingtang. Young Master is the first person to use it." Xiao Ding said with a smile.

"It seems that I am really drunk." Ning Yunzhao said, throwing the wet towel to Xiao Ding.

Otherwise, how come I don't remember anything she said?

Xiao Ding put down the wet towel, prepared hot water on the side, and watched Ning Yunzhao do a set of boxing in the house to exercise his body.

A gentleman should master the six arts. Scholars are not weak and need to be good at horse riding, archery, swordplay, music, chess, calligraphy and painting.

Ning Yunzhao finished his set of boxing and kicking, sweating all over. He took off his clothes with a refreshed look and wiped them with hot water. Xiao Ding brought him clean clothes and served him.

"Young Master, I know one more thing." He said with a smile.

Ning Yunzhao didn't even notice him as he put on his coat quickly.

"I know where Miss Jun went yesterday." Xiao Ding continued.

Ning Yunzhao said "Oh".

"Miss Jun went to see Princess Jiuli's wedding." Xiao Ding said impatiently.

Ning Yunzhao said "oh" again and his hands moved slower.

Yesterday was the wedding day of Lu Qianhu and Princess Jiuli. Half of the people in the city went to watch the excitement. It was really interesting for a girl.

But after seeing the wedding, why not be happy?

He recalled a few conversations that seemed to have taken place last night.

"What's troubling you?"

The girl tilted her head and asked him.

Ning Yunzhao thought about it seriously and shook his head.

"Not really," he said.

Logically speaking, when someone asks you if you have anything, they actually mean that they do have something and are looking forward to you sharing their joy or sorrow.

The most reasonable and considerate answer would be to say that you do, and then discuss it together to resolve the other person's emotions.

But he answered no, and he really didn't.

His background and talent all made it possible for him to achieve everything he wanted. If he had to say that he had worries, they were simply the result of a young boy's imaginary worries.

That's not a worry at all. It was ridiculous to force it when I was young, and it's still ridiculous to force it now.

"Does my answer sound annoying?" Ning Yunzhao asked with a smile, "Does it sound like I'm showing off?"

How many people in this world have more or less worries, either for survival or for desires, suffering from the troubles of greed, anger, ignorance, resentment and hatred. People like him who really have no worries really make people envy, jealous, and even hate him.

Especially when someone has troubles and wants to talk about them.

There is no way to continue this topic. If it were anyone else, they would probably walk away in embarrassment or shame.

He remembered that the girl did not walk away in anger, but laughed.

"I didn't have it before either." She answered seriously.

Thinking of this, Ning Yunzhao's mouth curled up and he quickly tied his belt. Xiao Ding had already brought the shoes and half-knelt down. Ning Yunzhao sat down and lifted his feet.

"Troubles are neither innate nor permanent. They are born and die. Just because they didn't exist before doesn't mean they don't exist now. Just because they exist now doesn't mean they will exist in the future. If you have troubles, solve them." He remembered saying this with a smile.

"What if it can't be solved?" Miss Jun asked seriously.

"Then wait." Ning Yunzhao said.

At this point Miss Jun smiled again and raised her wine glass to him. He drank from the wine pot in big gulps, while she still took only a sip.

"Master, do you think Miss Jun is unhappy because she feels sorry for herself when she sees someone else getting married?"

Xiao Ding's voice interrupted Ning Yunzhao's reverie.

Do you feel sad when you see others getting married?

"What are you feeling?" he asked, standing up.

Xiao Ding stood with his hands down and lowered his voice.

"Miss Jun was originally going to marry the young master..." he said, "but the engagement is off."

"Nonsense." Ning Yunzhao frowned and said, "How can she be so boring?"

Is this boring? Is it boring to want to get married? Boring, you still think about the girl every day.

Xiao Ding curled his lips, lowered his head and said yes.

Ning Yunzhao stamped his feet and straightened his clothes.

"Okay, I'm going to see the master," he said.

Xiao Ding hurried to the table, picked up the books and notes that had been placed on them and handed them to Ning Yunzhao, then watched Ning Yunzhao walk out.

"Master, you haven't eaten yet." He suddenly remembered and shouted.

"I don't want to eat anymore." Ning Yunzhao's voice came from outside, and he had already walked away along the corridor.

The road is densely shaded by centuries-old trees, adding to the tranquility in summer.

Ning Yunzhao slowed down his pace for a moment, looked at the study in front of him, listened to the faint sound of reading, and frowned slightly.

Is this really what she is worried about?