Chapter 55: Revealing the Truth, Drunk (Thanks to the main character, Gao Mei, +4)
Time flies, like a fleeting rabbit and a dark star.
As the sun sets, candles are lit in the farmhouse courtyard.
Since there were no extra rooms to accommodate Chu Yao, Shen Tang wanted to give up her room—she could make do anywhere for the night and figure out a solution the next day, but Chu Yao was thin and older, so it wouldn't be good to let him sleep in a cubicle or the hallway—but Chu Yao disagreed, and in the end, Qi Shan asked him to squeeze in with her before she gave up.
Shen Tang couldn't have been happier with this decision.
After having dinner brought by the old woman, Chu Yao, preoccupied with his own thoughts, went to the courtyard to cool off, where he heard the sound of rushing water.
Following the sound, I saw a shadowy figure huddled in the corner. As I got closer, I realized it was Shen Tang, who was washing a basin of green plums with her sleeves rolled up.
"What is Goro trying to do?"
Shen Tang looked up and saw that the person who came was Chu Yao. She straightened up and gently pounded her sore waist with her fist. She was tired from bending over for too long. She said, "Washing green plums. I plan to make some green plums and brew a few jars of green plum wine. When the city is covered with white snow in winter, we can enjoy the scenery and drink wine."
Upon hearing this, Chu Yao lowered his eyes, looking at the plums floating in the wooden basin, and sighed, "What a waste! Will Wu Lang regret this?"
Shen Tang was completely bewildered: "???"
No, how is she wasting such a precious resource?
Chu Yao then asked, "Didn't Mr. Qi Shan stop you?"
Shen Tang asked, puzzled, "Why is Yuan Liang stopping me?"
Chu Yao's expression gradually darkened, and anger began to brew beneath his calm surface, but it wasn't directed at Shen Tang, but at Qi Shan.
Shen Tang didn't know what he was angry about, but she was a little intimidated—Chu Yao's angry aura reminded her of an editor urging her to finish her work, and a stern-faced homeroom teacher—she softened her voice, feigning weakness: "Mr. Wu Hui, you and Yuan Liang are both very strange. When I used my words to create the green plum, he also asked me if I would regret it, saying I was reckless or something. Shouldn't you at least let me know why I should regret it?"
Chu Yao suppressed his anger and asked in surprise, "You don't know?"
Shen Tang shook her head: "I don't know."
Chu Yao's expression was indescribable. He sighed but didn't explain why, only saying, "Well, your situation isn't necessarily a bad thing."
Shen Tang: "..."
(╯‵□′)╯︵┻━┻
Just say what you have to say.
Leaving her with only half the story is a form of slow murder!
Chu Yao helped Shen Tang wash a basin of green plums. The two of them worked together to finish the initial steps of pickling the green plums. The green plum wine was convenient. They put the washed green plums into an earthenware jar, poured in an appropriate amount of Dukang wine, and Shen Tang also threw in about ten maltose candies.
There's no rock sugar available, so I'll have to make do with maltose.
Store in an airtight container; it can be opened and consumed after one or two months.
After finishing these chores, Shen Tang scratched her slightly smelly long hair, fetched water to wash and bathe. She changed into clean clothes and sat on the veranda, drying her damp hair with a handkerchief. As she dried her hair, the image of Zhai Le drinking during the day slowly surfaced in her mind.
Sitting on the veranda, enjoying the moon, drinking wine, and letting my hair air dry...
It has a rather artistic feel to it.
Without hesitation, she swiftly flipped to the east kitchen to retrieve a ceramic bowl. With a silent incantation, she filled the bowl with Dukang wine, its aroma filling the air. She first sniffed it lightly, then tilted her head back, closed her eyes, and downed it in one gulp.
The mellow liquor glides down the throat and into the internal organs.
Before long, the heat spread throughout my body and rushed straight to my brain.
On the other hand—
Chu Yao and Qi Shan were locked in a fierce chess game, each taking turns placing a piece. Both appeared calm on the surface, but their strategies were far more complex and nuanced. Chu Yao was more adept at unconventional tactics than Qi Shan, his moves often deadly, his attacks like a barrage of thunder, exerting immense pressure on his opponent.
Before long, Qishan was already showing signs of defeat.
Finally, the room, which had been quiet except for the sound of pieces being placed, was filled with voices. Chu Yao asked, "Wu Lang is ignorant, why didn't you stop him?"
Qi Shan laughed angrily: "How can Shan stop it?"
He only learned later that this young man possessed the Imperial Seal. Furthermore, who could have imagined that the "Way of the Feudal Lords" would awaken so early and so easily? The "Way of the Feudal Lords" of ordinary feudal lords could only be revealed by offering sacrifices to Heaven and the gods, supplemented by the fate of the state.
Qi Shan was so shocked that she almost lost her words.
Chu Yao remained silent, and it was Qi Shan's turn to speak: "Chu Yao, Chu Wuhui, once one of the three heroes of Chu Kingdom, how glorious and unrestrained he was back then! In just a few years, one was torn apart by five horses at the execution ground, one hanged himself in prison, and one disappeared without a trace... Yet I never expected that you would be hiding in this small Xiaocheng all this time. You followed Young Master Shen because you thought he could help you turn your life around? Unfortunately, his ways as a feudal lord are..."
The State of Chu was a very small country.
It was more like half a prefecture than a country.
Despite its small size, this country is teeming with talent, especially the "Three Heroes" who were once renowned throughout the Northwest. All three were rare second-rank scholars with exceptional literary talent, and although they differed in age, they shared the same aspirations. If given enough time to establish themselves, the State of Chu might have the opportunity to stand out from the other Northwest nations and become one of the strongest powers.
The result was predictable.
The neighboring country felt threatened.
Are you going to have time to develop?
Dream on! Pinch off all the seedlings!
The ruler of Chu was not incompetent; in fact, he could be described as benevolent and magnanimous, knowing the importance of things and the consequences. However, he couldn't withstand the turmoil within his own household, as his sons were instigated into fighting each other. Chu Yao was the youngest of the three, rose to fame the fastest, and also disappeared the fastest.
Rumors circulated that Chu Yaowen had encountered a mental health issue, which was a huge blow to him, who had achieved fame at a young age, causing him to become depressed and unable to recover.
"It's a pity, but not a pity. Although we lost the initiative, heaven never forsakes us. Who knows if a seemingly hopeless situation can turn into a new one?" Chu Yao's brows twitched as he looked at Qi Shan. "Xiaocheng may be small, but news doesn't stay out of reach. I've heard a lot about Qi Yuanliang. There's only one thing I don't understand. I'm staying in Xiaocheng to await my destiny, so why did you appear on the road to Gong's exile? Hmm?"
Chu Yao made his name in the State of Chu, but Qi Shan, who came from the State of Xin, didn't make his name there; he made it in another country, and just a few years ago, not for a good reason. His resume was impressive; while others returned home in glory, he brought back a string of enemies. He was clearly a ruthless character. Chu Yao couldn't understand why this guy didn't go to the powerful Central Plains to seek his fortune, but instead ran back to this barren northwest.
If it were just that, he wouldn't be curious. Since this person was no good, he could simply keep his distance. But this person had become entangled with his destiny, so he had to take him seriously and couldn't keep his distance no matter what.
Unfortunately, Qi Shan thought the same thing.
Just as the two were exchanging barbs, a loud, muffled thud came from the corridor outside, the sound of something heavy falling to the ground. The two exchanged a glance, got up, and opened the paper door, only to find that the person on the ground was Shen Xiaolang (Wulang).
"Young pear!"
"Goro!"
The two of them had no time to care about anything else.
Put everything behind you.
One took the pulse, while the other checked the patient's breath with his fingers.
Then--
The pulse is steady and normal, indicating good health and strength.
The two: "...???"
Seeing the earthenware bowl still stained with a little wine, Chu Yao picked it up and sniffed it lightly: "It's Dukang wine. Wulang drank some wine?"
Qi Shan: "..."
So he's drunk?
Or was he knocked out by the wine he conjured with his own words?
Just as the two were speechless, Shen Tang, who was curled up on the ground, suddenly sat up straight and opened her eyes as if she had come back from the dead.
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