215, hangover soup
215, hangover soup
Late at night in Kyoto, the streets outside are no longer noisy during the day, but are filled with the tranquility of the night.
An ordinary-looking carriage was driving on the street, its wheels turning.
There is no family logo on the body of this carriage, so even outsiders cannot tell which family this carriage comes from.
The carriage was quiet at this time.
There were only two people sitting in the carriage, one sitting with his back straight, and the other leaning in someone else's arms.
There was an oil lamp on the low table, and a flame was dancing on the wick.
The light emitted by the flames was just enough for Zhao Lang to see the person in his arms clearly.
"drink!"
Suddenly, the drunk man sat up and raised his hands in a drunken gesture.
“…” Zhao Lang.
If he hadn't held the bowl steadily, the sobering soup would have spilled all over the carriage.
The drunk man's body went limp and he was about to fall to the other side.
Zhao Lang reached out his hand in time to hug the man and pull him into his arms. With his other hand, he held the bowl and brought it to the boy's mouth, "Open your mouth."
The drunkard didn't know whether he heard someone telling him to open his mouth or felt the bowl against his mouth, but he actually opened his mouth.
But after taking a sip, the drunk refused to drink anymore and pushed away the arm blocking his way, "No, that's not right... This, this is not wine!"
"You, don't try to deceive me!"
"Heh!" Zhao Lang looked at the drunk who knew the difference between hangover soup and wine. If he didn't know Lu Mingfei wasn't pretending, he would have suspected that this drunk was just pretending to be drunk to trick him.
"This is the wine. Try taking another sip."
"No……"
This time, Zhao Lang didn't give the drunkard any chance to refuse. He directly put the bowl to the drunkard's lips and poured the wine into his mouth.
"Mmmmm!"
The drunk turned his face away and refused to drink, muttering "liar".
Zhao Lang looked at the clever little drunkard and was so angry that he almost laughed. He looked at the spilled bowl in his hand and his dirty hands, and finally his eyes fell on the little drunkard.
"Wine, give me wine, I, I want more wine! Drink!" The drunk fell on someone else and climbed onto someone else's arm to ask for wine.
"You want more? Okay, I'll grant you that!"
Looking at the face so close to him, Zhao Lang's eyes darkened. He raised his head and took a sip of the sobering soup. He directly pinched the drunkard's chin, blocked his mouth, and passed the sobering soup to him.
***
"Bang—bang—bang—"
In the early morning, long bell sounds came from afar.
The person who was still sleeping in the bed with the quilt rolled up seemed to be still asleep.
Lu Mingfei had a dream. He dreamed that he was sitting in the classroom of his previous life and studying. The bell rang and the teacher came to teach.
The class that day was history, and the teacher was a history teacher.
The history teacher asked them to open their textbooks and began to lecture, "Last class we talked about the history of the Great Yan Dynasty. This class, we will talk about the next dynasty after the Great Yan Dynasty, called the Great Qi Dynasty."
"In the last class, we already introduced the Great Yan Dynasty. After the fall of the Great Yan, there was a seven-year period of chaos. After seven years of chaos, a man named..."
I could hear the history teacher's voice lecturing.
Just when Lu Mingfei was listening intently, a hand tugged at his clothes from behind, distracting him from the lesson. He turned around impatiently, wanting to ask what the person behind him was doing.
"You..." As soon as he said the first word, he saw the face of the person behind him.
This was an extremely handsome face, but the owner of the face was looking at him with a frown.
However, unlike the students who were dressed in modern clothes, this person had long hair, wore a golden crown on his head, and wore a dark brocade robe. He was a gentleman as beautiful as jade and extremely wealthy.
"You..." Lu Mingfei was originally in an impatient mood, but when he saw this face, he felt a little embarrassed to lose his temper at this beautiful face. He could only restrain his temper, lower his voice, and ask this person in a low voice: "Why are you pulling me?" Can't you see I'm in class?
"And where are you from, buddy? Are you filming?" He stared at the handsome boy with a puzzled look, feeling very strange.
"When are we leaving?" the owner of the face asked him unhappily.
"Leave? Where to?"
"Have you forgotten? You have to go home with me."
"Go home?" Go home to what? I still have classes to attend. Classes aren't over yet, why should I go home?
And, man, do we know each other? Just let me go home with you?
Just when Lu Mingfei was full of doubts, he heard someone knocking on the door and calling him, pulling him back to reality from his dream.
“Knock knock—”
"Brother, brother, are you awake?"
"It's getting late. You have to attend the Luming Feast today. Have you forgotten?"
"If you don't get up now, you'll be late..."
Hearing the voices outside and looking at the familiar ceiling and bedroom, Lu Mingfei finally came back to reality from his dream of attending classes in a modern classroom. He was no longer a modern high school student, but a scholar in ancient times.
He was lucky in this provincial examination and passed the examination as a juren. He was also invited by the government to attend the Luming Banquet.
Yes, he has to attend the Luming Feast today, so he really can't stay in bed!
"I heard it. I'm awake and will get up right away." After responding, Lu Mingfei sat up from the bed and smelled alcohol on himself.
Smell of alcohol?
He paused, lowered his head and sniffed himself, confirming that there was indeed a faint smell of alcohol on his body and the bed. He then remembered that he had gone to Prince Ding's mansion last night to drink with Zhao Lang, and seemed to be drunk afterwards?
After he got drunk last night, was it Zhao Lang who sent him back?
Thinking of Zhao Lang, Lu Mingfei remembered the person who disturbed his class in his dream. That face was exactly that of Prince Zhao!
So, when Zhao Lang in the dream called him home, he was calling him back here, right?
For a moment, dreams and reality intertwined. Lu Mingfei covered his aching head and wondered what the history teacher in his dream had said. After the fall of Great Yan, a period of conflict between vassal kings began.
At this time, Zhang Qi outside the door called out again: "Brother, I've boiled some hot water. Can I bring it in for you to wash up?"
"...Bring it in." Lu Mingfei released his hands that were covering his head. His head was buzzing, not knowing whether it was because of the alcohol he drank yesterday or because of the dream he just had.
The door of the house was not bolted from the inside, so Zhang Qi pushed it open gently. He came in with the washbasin and put it on the shelf.
Faintly, there seemed to be a stench of alcohol in the room. Zhang Qi asked curiously, "Brother, have you been drinking? Why do I seem to smell alcohol?"
"...Yeah. You go wait outside for a while, I'll wash up and change my clothes before going out." Lu Mingfei smelled the alcohol on himself and knew that it was not appropriate to attend the Lu Ming Banquet with a smell of alcohol on his body.
"Then I'll go to the kitchen and bring the food over to the house. You can change your clothes and eat later." After saying that, Zhang Qi went out, and did not forget to close the door when he left.
After Zhang Qi left, Lu Mingfei got off the bed and reached out to take off his clothes, only to find that he was wearing only white underwear. The clothes he had worn out yesterday had been taken off and hung one by one on the hanger at the end of the bed.
So, these are the clothes that Zhao Lang took off for him?
...I think so.
Lu Mingfei didn't think there was anything wrong with Zhao Lang helping him take off his outer clothes and letting him sleep on the bed after he got drunk. He took off his underwear, dipped a cloth in hot water, wiped his face first, and then began to wipe his body.
"After I got drunk last night, I didn't do anything... bad, right?" While wiping his body and recalling what happened after he got drunk last night, Lu Mingfei found that he couldn't remember a single thing.
So, he drank himself to death?
It seems that he should not drink so much next time. It is too embarrassing to drink himself unconscious. Fortunately, the person who drank with him last night was Zhao Lang, not an outsider.
Just get drunk, this is the only time, there won’t be a second time.
I don't know if I did anything I shouldn't have done after getting drunk last night? His drinking should be pretty good, right? Lu Mingfei has blind confidence in his drinking.
Zhang Qi's voice came from outside the door, "Brother, are you done washing up? I brought breakfast in."
"Okay, bring it in." Lu Mingfei had already put on his clothes and was combing his hair. He didn't know how to do his hair, so he found a headband and tied it into a ponytail.
He asked Zhang Qi to bring breakfast to the low table and sat down on the recliner next to it. He looked up at Zhang Qi who was putting food on the table and asked, "Have you had breakfast?"
"...Not yet. There's some in the kitchen. I'll eat there." Zhang Qi said a little awkwardly.
"There are so many things here that I can't finish them all. Please sit down and eat with me." Lu Mingfei never treated Zhang Qi as an outsider, so he asked Zhang Qi to sit down and eat with him.
Seeing that their eldest brother was not being polite, Zhang Qi said "ah" and went to the kitchen to get a set of bowls and chopsticks.
Today their breakfast included meat buns, a bowl of steamed lamb, a bowl of pickles, and a pot of porridge.
Knowing that he was going to attend the Lu Ming Banquet today, Lu Mingfei was afraid of having trouble going to the toilet, so he didn't dare to drink too much porridge. He just ate two buns and a few pieces of mutton and drank half a bowl of porridge.
It was just dawn outside, around six in the morning.
But they still have to go out to attend a banquet today, so it's time for them to leave.
When Lu Mingfei saw his family's carriage in the yard, he asked, "When did you change the carriage?" Last night, they came back in the family's donkey cart. Usually, he would take his own donkey cart in the city, and the carriage was reserved for his father to use when he went out.
"This morning I went to the store to get food, and my uncle asked me to drive the carriage back here, saying that it was for you to use when you go out today." Zhang Qi said.
Lu Mingfei finally understood that his father had thought that he was going to a banquet today and was worried that his donkey cart would look too shabby, so he gave him the family carriage instead. He himself didn't think much of it, just a means of transportation.
However, since it was a gift from his father, he couldn't waste it.
So he took Zhang Qi and the guards and went out in the carriage. Author's words: Thank you Bole 9492239 (9492239) for your support. Kisses! To know more exciting content, please leave me a message on Liancheng Reading.
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