"Is Wei Cheng far away?"

"It's very close to Ping."

"Where's Kaiping?"

"It's very close to Wei City."

"I know it's near the border fort. But where were you before you went to the Frontier Fortress?

"In the mountains."

"Which mountain?"

"Minshan."

"Is it a mountain?"

"Of course."

"Where were you before you went to Minshan?"

"..."

"Where are you?"

"Well, I'm too young to remember. All I know is that I'm an orphan.

...

...

Their conversation had to end at this point, because Ning Que's speech became more and more inarticulate, and his mentality stubbornly persisted in the chaotic years. Situ Yilan picked up a wet towel and wiped her forehead vigorously. She glared at the drunken young man spread across the table, wondering what it all meant.

That's when Dewdrop returned, and left in the middle of their conversation to attend to something else. Her appearance put an end to the awkward atmosphere. She frowned and looked at Ning Que and couldn't help but shake her head. She helped him up and put a wet towel on his forehead. She smiled at Situ Yilan and said in a somewhat hoarse voice, "Miss Situ, he can't hold back his wine.

This annoys Dewdrop, but she becomes confused when she hears him mention a monk. She looked up at Situ Yilan, who spread out her hands, and said irritably, "How do I know what he's talking about?"

Situ Yilan grabbed the lapel of Ning Que's robe and dragged him to his face. She shouted, "Come home, you drunkard!" Isn't there someone waiting for you at home?

Who knows if it was the night breeze next to the handrail, or Situ Yilan's relentless trembling, or something that seemed to remind Ning Que in her words. His body stiffened, and his listless eyes gradually opened. He stared at the scenery outside the night and muttered, "yes." Someone is waiting at home.

The women exchanged glances and breathed a sigh of relief. They didn't care where Ning Que's so-called luck came from. They felt relieved that they had finally survived the company of a poor young master who had suddenly become rich.

To their surprise, Ning Que staggered to his feet, pulled it off Situ Yilan's hand, and gently avoided the dew drops that wanted to hold his arm.

He staggered back into the building. He walked into the accounting office, picked up a brush, and tore a piece of paper from the account book. He half-leaned against the edge of the table and wrote some illegible cursive numbers on the paper. He said drunkly, "Send this back to Lin 47th Street to me."

Dew Drop approached him to take a closer look, and saw a few words scrawled on the paper. The text is written at an oblique angle and is scattered throughout. If she didn't carefully distinguish between each character, she wouldn't know what he wrote......

The note read: "Sangsang, your master is drunk today and won't go home to sleep." Remember to drink the chicken broth left over from the pot.

Ning Que is a seemingly gentle young man, but he is a calm and calm person at heart. Aware of his low tolerance for alcohol, he usually only drinks with Sang-san. He rarely allowed him to drink heavily and led to situations beyond his control. Today, however, is different. He was happy, and he would feel lost without wine to celebrate.

The joy that came from the deepest part of his heart had nothing to do with the joy in the brothel or the reunion with his college classmates. Purely because of the information he saw on that thin piece of paper in the old library. In the warm afternoon sun, he vaguely found the direction of the door that led to that wonderful world. After more than 10 years of desperate searching, he finally saw a glimmer of hope. Is there a better time in this world to celebrate drunkenly?

Dew couldn't help but chuckle at Ning Que's cute drunken antics. She put her arm around him and shook her head. "Don't drink anymore. I'll let the driver take you home in a horse-drawn carriage in a moment.

Ning Que gently held her hand, but found that his palms were wet with sweat. It was only at this moment that he realized the logic behind this phrase that was clearest in the mind of a drunken man. He squinted to hide his nervousness and feigned calm. "I'm not going home tonight."

"You're having a drinking party with your classmates. It's not appropriate. Dew Drop laughed. "Where is your dignity?"

The drunken Ning Que said: "I'm just a small soldier in the frontier fortress. How much do I know about dignity? My dear sister, why don't you let me try it tonight?

"Don't act while you're drunk, you will regret it only when you're sober." Dew chuckled. "When you wake up, don't worry about it once, I'll even let you go three times."

Ning Que squinted his eyes and waved his hand again and again, and said with a smile. "That's not going to work. Then I would have lost my dignity three times.

"I can't continue to listen to this kind of nonsense." Situ Yilan frowned. She pinched her forehead, trying to suppress the waves caused by the alcohol she drank in her stomach. "Ning Que, can't you act another day?"

Ning Que barely stood firm. He bowed deeply and said, "Miss Situ, you chose this place. I really didn't have the courage to accompany a girl to a brothel.

Situ Yilan was speechless for a while. She glared at him, thinking to herself that if he knew he was accompanying her to the brothel, he should just listen to the songs, watch the dances, and talk about life and art, instead of acting like this.

Fortunately, she didn't say those words. Otherwise, she might provoke Ning Que's complaints, the difference between a scholarly girl and an ordinary girl is only in the order of what they want.

Lu Zhu smiled and looked at Ning Que sympathetically. "Ning Que, you seem to have forgotten something. Miss Jane instructed everyone not to entertain you that day. Where can you go to have fun?

At this moment, a smug little maid appeared with a bowl of zinnia decanting soup. She is Xiaocao, Miss Jane's maid. She stared at Ning Que coldly and said, "Miss Jian said that no one is allowed to let him drink anymore." As for you, Ning Que, finish drinking this bowl of fragrant soup, take a bath, and then follow me upstairs. Miss Jane has something to ask you.

In the novel, the master's work style is often described in one sentence: "In the blink of an eye, they see the ......" The maid Xiaocao is one such example. She spoke like a guru, and her words were enough to make the other students of the academy encourage them to drink more. Ning Que put down the wine jar depressedly and fell silent.

When Ning Que drank the bowl of sobering soup and took a bath, the other classmates began to talk about it. Especially those who knew Miss Jane's identity couldn't help but talk about a certain secret of the imperial court and a certain legend of the Tang Empire. This made everyone more curious about what they saw and heard today.

Quietly by the handrail. Situ Yilan chatted with Jin Wucai for a while before returning to the same place again. They stood next to the dewdrops, staring at the capital's popularity. "Even if Ning Que is lucky enough to impress Miss Jane, you and Lu Xue don't have to deliberately curry favor with him in your current status. We're curious why you're doing this.