A moment later, Xiao Zhuo, having learned his lesson, brought over two jars of wine.
But he seemed to have just encountered something; his light blue robe was torn in several places, and the ethereal garment was now exposed to the wind.
Luo Jiu smelled the aroma of wine and, like a greedy old man, followed the scent and approached Xiao Zhuo.
She snatched a jar of wine and took an impatient sniff. The wine was rich and mellow, constantly stimulating Luo Jiu's senses.
You should say thank you when you receive something from someone. Luo Jiu then turned to look at Xiao Zhuo, giving him a sweet smile without reservation: "Thank you, husband." A typical example of someone who's willing to be taken advantage of.
Although Xiao Zhuo was captivated by Luo Jiu's smile, he didn't forget to make more demands:
"Saying thank you isn't enough. Because of these two jars of wine, your husband was just chased and bitten by a big yellow dog. If it weren't for your husband's strength, I would have been splattered with blood on the spot."
He recounted the experience casually, glossing over the dangerous scenes as if he were only telling them to claim credit.
"Big yellow dog? Why did it bite you? Is it because you're too ugly?" Ugly enough for it?
Xiao Zhuo: "...Is it really okay for you to say that about your husband? If I were ugly, would you still marry me?"
He's really addicted to lying, always referring to himself as Luo Jiu's husband, as if he had actually been married to Luo Jiu.
"That seems to be the case? Then why did it bite you?"
After drinking, Luo Jiu's intelligence seemed to have regressed to that of a child, and she didn't doubt the truthfulness of Xiao Zhuo's words at all.
"That old monk was addicted to alcohol. To prevent me from stealing his precious flower wine, he found a big yellow dog somewhere. If I get close to where he hides the wine, it will definitely chase me and bite me a few times."
I can't believe that after all these years, it still bites me whenever it sees me. Can't it be a little more friendly?
Xiao Zhuo felt a little melancholy; his buttocks still ached slightly whenever he heard the big yellow dog barking.
"Then why do you always steal other people's drinks? That's wrong. Bad kids get sold off."
Xiao Zhuo "..."
He felt somewhat helpless, wondering who it was that had been so insistent on him stealing the wine.
His eyes darted around, and then his tone shifted, as he spoke in a serious tone as if he were telling a child: "He's a monk, and monks can't drink alcohol, you know. I'm just helping him."
"Oh, I see." Luo Jiu nodded thoughtfully.
Xiao Zhuo was still smiling, looking at her tenderly. Unexpectedly, Luo Jiu suddenly snapped out of her daze, her IQ instantly soaring, "Then how did you know?"
"I lived here when I was a child. I've lived here for more than ten years. That old monk should be considered my master."
Xiao Zhuo seemed to recall his childhood, a smile playing on his lips as he gazed at the clock tower not far away, lost in some kind of reminiscence.
Xiao Zhuo was found by an old monk on a snowy night.
At that time, the old monk was not yet an old monk, but merely the abbot of Jing'an Temple. One morning, as the heavy snow had just covered the stone steps in front of the door, he pushed open the door and saw Xiao Zhuo wrapped in a red quilt.
He was adopted by an old monk, so he was practically a monk himself. From as far back as he could remember, his impressions were always of temples with their gray tiles and red walls, and the sound of morning bells.
Why is he called a half-monk? Because Xiao Zhuo was a restless child, and even after all these years in the temple, he still hasn't become quiet.
As he grew older, he said he wanted to venture into the world. By then, the monk had become an old monk and was powerless to stop him. Xiao Zhuo left and never returned.
The evening was as still as water, and the moonlight was intoxicating. The air was filled with the rich aroma of wine mingling with the sandalwood incense from the temple; these two seemingly incompatible scents collided, yet somehow smelled wonderful.
After saying these words, Xiao Zhuo still had a smile in his eyes, and then turned to look at Luo Jiu.
Unexpectedly, his lips froze. He never imagined that Luo Jiu, who had just been full of energy and quite a nuisance, would fall asleep with her head on his lap, still holding the wine jar dripping from it.
Blindfolded with white silk, a small nose, rosy cheeks, and a little mouth that occasionally smacks – she's adorable no matter how you look at her.
No matter how you look at it, it's exactly what he likes.
Xiao Zhuo smiled indulgently, a glimmer of light in his eyes, a tenderness he himself had never noticed, as if it could drown a person in his gaze.
...
The next morning, Luo Jiu woke up in the morning light.
She struggled to sit up and touched something soft—the feel of a pillow and blanket.
Luo Jiu was puzzled, but the pain in her head instantly robbed her of her ability to think. My God, what heinous thing did I do yesterday? My head feels like it's about to explode.
She staggered off the bed and, following the spot she remembered, finally managed to drink some water. But the water was sweet and sour, and strangely delicious. What was going on?
As Luo Jiu recovered, she unconsciously clenched the cup in her hand, and all the memories of last night flooded back into her mind.
That shameless Xiao Zhuo got me drunk and then took advantage of me.
Husband? Ha, you really dare to say that. If you dare to show your face in front of me again, I'll show you what "regicide" really means!
[Danger Warning: The host's mind is extremely dangerous. If this occurs again, the host will be destroyed.]
Luo Jiu "..."
Ha, well, thank you so much for telling me. You unreliable and unscrupulous system.
Without comparison, there is no harm. Luo Jiu always misses the talkative 007 at certain moments.
"Miss." As soon as Jinxia entered, she smelled the alcohol and unconsciously frowned.
"Miss, there's a strong smell of alcohol in this."
Luo Jiu "..."
She touched her nose somewhat guiltily, unsure how to answer.
"Miss, have you been drinking secretly?"
Jin Xia didn't expect Luo Jiu to answer, and continued rambling on to herself.
"Miss, you can't be so silly next time. Madam Jin has specially hosted a tea party at the manor today. You'd better hurry up and get ready. If you're late, you'll definitely get a lecture."
Upon hearing this, Luo Jiu became interested: "A tea party? Why did you suddenly decide to do this?"
Jinxia laughed, turned her head and looked around, then whispered, "The Second Miss wasn't confined to her quarters. She threw a huge tantrum when she got back."
"For the sake of the second young lady, Madam Jin found an excuse to invite all the young ladies and ladies to the mansion for a gathering, to make it lively and give the second young lady some company, so that she would stop making trouble."
Upon hearing this, Luo Jiu chuckled. This Luo Shuang'er really was a restless fellow; even being confined to her quarters, she could still cause so much trouble.
It's ridiculous that the Jin family called so many people over. Did they call Luo Shuang'er over to watch her being confined to her quarters?
Luo Jiu immediately perked up, ruffled her hair, and smiled. Turning to Jin Xia, she said, "Quick, help me get ready, let's go see what's going on!"
Her eyes, hidden beneath the white silk, kept darting around, and the corners of her mouth couldn't help but turn up in a smug smile.
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