"Thank you, young commander, and thank you, young madam!"
"The young commander married a bastard wife!"
......
Xie Yun raised the corners of his lips slightly, and looked into Zheng Wanqing's eyes amid the booing. Zheng Wanqing understood the silent words from his lips.
"Thanks for your hard work."
When the banquet was in full swing, Cheng Shaojie, holding a wine bowl, walked through the noisy crowd. His eyes were always locked on the figure in the corridor, never shifting for a moment.
Zheng Wanqing was leaning over and whispering something to the maid. The crimson cheongsam was tightly wrapped around her slender waist, outlining her graceful curves.
The slit of her skirt vaguely revealed a part of her calf, which was dazzlingly white, as delicate as mutton-fat jade. She tilted her head slightly, and her earrings swayed slightly, making her neck look as elegant and slender as a swan.
Cheng Shaojie looked at her, and his heart was filled with ripples. He thought he had seen countless people, but he had never seen such a graceful woman. At that moment, an indescribable feeling quietly grew in his heart. His Adam's apple rolled, and he felt the strong wine in his throat, but he couldn't suppress the heat in his heart.
"What are you looking at, Commander Cheng?" Adjutant Zhou drunkenly bumped into his shoulder.
"Madam Young Marshal..." He narrowed his eyes, revealing a hint of surprise and admiration that was difficult to conceal, "She is truly a beauty."
When Adjutant Zhou heard this, he was sobered up and his face turned pale in an instant: "Captain Cheng, be careful with your words!"
"What are you panicking about?" Cheng Shaojie carelessly stroked the edge of the wine bowl and lowered his voice to a very low level: "It's just a few compliments."
After saying that, Cheng Shaojie raised an uninhibited smile, picked up the wine glass, and walked straight to the table where Xie Yun was with seemingly casual steps.
"Young Marshal, I toast you a glass!" Cheng Shaojie's voice was bright and clear, with a hint of the underworld atmosphere, and it could be heard clearly in the noisy banquet hall.
Hearing this, Xie Yun raised his eyes calmly, his gaze was steady and deep. After looking at Cheng Shaojie, he slowly stood up and said respectfully: "The transportation of Langfang's munitions depends entirely on Captain Cheng." The wine cups clinked together, and the amber liquid rippled.
Before he could even sip the wine, Cheng Shaojie's eyes were already darting towards Zheng Wanqing. He chuckled with his tongue between his teeth: "Young Madam, are you also going to show me your favor?"
Xie Yun frowned slightly, feeling a little unhappy.
Zheng Wanqing learned from their brief conversation that the transportation of arms in Langfang was actually in charge of this Captain Cheng. She knew that to be able to take on such an important task, this person must have some real skills and was definitely not an ordinary person. She stood up generously and was about to take the pot when Xie Yun's palm covered her wrist.
Xie Yun reached out and took the wine glass from her hand: "My wife can't hold her liquor, I'll give you this glass of wine for her." After saying that, he tilted his head back and drank the wine in one gulp. The spicy wine slid down his chin and soaked into his collar. Zheng Wanqing's heart moved, and she quickly picked up the handkerchief and gently wiped it for him.
"Tsk." Cheng Shaojie shook his empty cup, looking cynical: "Even a hero can't resist the temptation of beauty."
He deliberately dragged out the last note to cause laughter from the people at the neighboring table, but he continued to stare at the jade hairpin trembling in Zheng Wanqing's hair, and the resentment in his heart grew stronger.
The soldiers beside him immediately became interested when they heard this, and they all followed suit, loudly jokingly saying, "Yes, yes. Young Marshal has a big capacity, have another glass!"
"Young Commander, the rules cannot be broken." Cheng Shaojie added more wine to Xie Yun's glass. His movements were smooth and the glass was full, almost overflowing. "You have to drink three glasses as punishment."
Xie Yun's expression did not change, his brows did not even frown, he raised his head again and drank all the wine in one breath. When Xie Yun showed the empty cup for the third time, Zheng Wanqing loosened her handkerchief.
"Tsk! The young commander is straightforward!" Seeing this, everyone praised in unison.
Seeing that Xie Yun was very careful, Cheng Shaojie smiled boredly and turned away.
Zheng Wanqing looked at Xie Yun with some concern: "This wine is very strong. You drank so much, don't hurt yourself."
"No problem." Yun shook his head slightly, with a smile on his face, his eyes full of doting on her.
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