The drunkard didn't see anyone coming. Zou He's peach blossom eyes were filled with sorrow. He murmured in a painful voice, "I won't even look at other women for you... Why won't you like me?"
"So it was because of love." Feng Guang nodded. "I didn't expect that this Imperial Advisor, who seems so unreliable, is actually such a sentimental person."
Xianmo said, "Getting drunk is just a form of escapism."
Feng Guang looked at him with surprise, "I didn't expect you to have such profound insights at such a young age. Not bad, A Mo. Remember this: no matter what happens to you in the future, you must not run away. Running away will not solve any problems, and it will only make you more miserable."
"Okay, I've got it."
"Who is it? You're disturbing my sleep!" Zou He smashed a wine jar on the ground. Seeing the person standing under the tree, he said with little interest, "Oh, it's the First Prince."
Even from that distance, I could smell the alcohol emanating from him.
Xianmo nodded, "Imperial Preceptor."
"Your Highness, the weather is so nice today, come, have a drink with me." It was rare for Zou He to be so hospitable.
Feng Guang shouted, "If you want to drink, go drink by yourself. Our A Mo is still a minor and doesn't drink!"
Then, realizing that the other person couldn't hear her, she quickly said to Xianmo, "You can't drink with him, understand?"
"Mmm." Xianmo nodded obediently.
She had a vague feeling that she had become a mother hen.
"Women... let them go with the wind." Zou He suddenly became carefree. "I don't need women. So many women are pursuing me; I don't need to hang myself on one tree..."
As he spoke, his voice trembled with tears again. "Are all women in the world heartless? I've given so much for you... I even abandoned my dignity to please you, why don't you like me? What's wrong with me... I'm handsome, and I'm skilled in martial arts. So many women lined up to be with me, but I rejected them all for you... How could you be so heartless, not even sparing me a glance... I don't want to live anymore... Life is so meaningless..."
Feng Guang became increasingly speechless. The image of Zou He as a charming and dashing young man when she first met him was a thing of the past. Now, the only impression she could remember of him was a man who was crying and wailing, acting as if he was going to die.
She looked at Xianmo, "Did you learn anything from this?"
People who can't hold their liquor shouldn't drink alcohol.
“No,” Feng Guang corrected, “It means you should never act like you’re going to die for a woman, like Zou He. That’s the most despicable thing to do.”
"But... he seems to really like that woman."
“This is Zou He’s biggest mistake,” Feng Guang slowly analyzed. “Look at him, he clearly has a face that could launch a thousand ships… well, that analogy doesn’t seem quite right, but never mind, he clearly has a face that could launch a thousand ships, but he doesn’t know how to make good use of it. He can only get drunk here and act crazy. He’s really too stupid.”
"...What does Feng Guang think he should do?"
"Of course, it's about using your own advantages to win the heart of your sweetheart. Since he has a good-looking face, he can't waste it. When pursuing a girl, the first thing is to be quick, ruthless, and accurate. In any case, you have to win her over first."
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