Un corazón puro en una vasija de jade

Capítulo 158

Yongye's eyes widened as he listened, and finally he burst out laughing, clutching his stomach. "I give up, I'll take the blame!"

Holding the silver, she asked Yuepo, "How many gifts do I need to buy?"

"One serving."

"Why?"

"Because Mr. Beauty and Master Qingyi have gone on a journey and haven't returned yet! Here, the only acquaintance you know is Hongyi." Yuepo smiled, as if watching a child play a game, her eyes full of doting affection.

Yongye shook his head. "No, I didn't miscalculate. We still need to buy three gifts."

"Oh? Who are the other two for?"

Yongye blinked and said, "It's a secret! Let's go, let's go treat Hongyi to a drink first. It's been ten years, what will he be like now?"

"He should be at the restaurant right now."

As Yongye stepped into the restaurant, he saw Young Master Hong. He was sitting alone in a corner, slicing a leg of lamb and eating it with a sip of wine. Yongye seemed stunned, and Yuepo sighed, "That's Hongyi."

Yongye sat down in front of Hongyi without any ceremony and took out a package of gifts for him. "It's been many years. This is a gift for you."

Hongyi opened the paper package, inside were five pounds of finely chopped cartilage.

Yongye laughed and said, "I originally wanted to buy this for my piglets at home, but we don't have any. Hongyi, you'll have to make do with this. Uncle Zhang's knife skills are excellent; he chopped it into very small pieces. You are what you eat to replenish what you lack. Assassins are most afraid of having their bones shattered so they can't hold their swords."

Thank you.

"I treated you to a meal yesterday, and you got me drunk. Today you have to treat me back."

Hongyi glanced at Yongye and Yuepo, one as beautiful as a flower, the other as handsome as a fairy, both dressed in moon-white, both seemingly otherworldly. He lowered his head and said, "Alright."

Three lamb legs, prepared in the same way.

The Moon Soul is also a piece of flesh, a sip of wine, and the wine is emptied from the cup.

As they were eating, Yongye stopped moving and asked in surprise, "Moon Soul, your alcohol tolerance is really good. How come I didn't know you could drink so much?"

Yuepo always had a faint smile on her face. "I'm not a big drinker."

"How come you're not drunk? Why were I drunk at this time yesterday?!"

"I was already drunk, you just didn't notice." Moon Soul held her wine glass, tilting her head slightly as she looked at Eternal Night. Her gaze was so strange.

He had never looked at her like that before. From childhood to adulthood, Yuepo's gaze towards her had always been protective, doting, and tender. But now, his eyes held the gaze of a man looking at a beautiful woman.

Yongye finally couldn't take it anymore, stood up and said loudly, "There are so many things I didn't see. Just thinking about it makes me full. I'm going home."

Yuepo stood up and looked apologetically at Hongyi, saying, "I have a shrewish wife at home, what can I do! I'll challenge you to a drinking contest next time."

"Who is your shrewish wife? Did you give me a betrothal gift? Did you hold a wedding banquet? Did we bow to heaven and earth? Did I serve tea to my parents-in-law? How come I don't know I married you?!" Yongye's face changed drastically.

“If you want, I’ll do it,” Moon Soul said, staring at Eternal Night.

"Did I say I wanted to marry you?" Yongye rolled her eyes at him and sat down, grinning as she said to Hongyi, "Hongyi, we're childhood sweethearts. We could hit it off the moment we met on the main road. We've been through thick and thin together in Xibo, so why don't we..."

"I'm drunk!" Hongyi suppressed her wildly beating heart and slumped onto the table.

"Getting drunk so easily... really?" Yongye murmured.

"Of course it's true. Do you want to get me drunk too?" Yuepo took a sip from her cup and tilted her head to look at Yongye.

Yongye glanced at the sky, stood up, and said, "I'm in a hurry to deliver the gifts. There are still two packages of meat left; it would be a waste not to deliver them."

Moon Soul asked curiously, "You have friends here?"

“They’re not friends, but they’re acquaintances. Since Madam An and Young Master Moyu are both in Fubao Town, how can I feel at ease if I don’t go and meet them? I still have two packages of gifts to give out.”

Yuepo seemed to have been punched, and her expression finally changed. "You're drunk. Go home."

“I’m not drunk at all! I’m perfectly sober!” Yongye stared at him, enunciating each word clearly and distinctly.

Yuepo stood up and pulled her back, saying, "You're drunk. I'll take you home."

"I'm not drunk!" Yongye refused to budge an inch.

Moon Soul smiled at her, "You're really not drunk? If you're not drunk, why can't you walk?"

Before he could finish speaking, Yongye truly seemed like a drunkard; her limbs were limp and powerless, and her tongue was slurred, rendering her speechless. Yuepo sighed, picked her up by the waist, and asked, "Little brother, do you think she's drunk?"

The waiter chuckled and said, "I've never seen a girl so drunk."

The shopkeeper shook his head and said, "It's best for a young lady to avoid showing her face in public. Getting completely drunk, what kind of state is that!"

Yuepo said apologetically, "She's like this when she's drunk; there's just no way to deal with her." With that, she picked up Yongye and strode out the door.

Yongye felt as if a bucket of ice water had been poured over her, chilling her to the bone, and suddenly calmed down. So be it, she thought, closing her eyes and pretending to be completely drunk.

The hustle and bustle of the town gradually faded away, and the fragrance of flowers filled the air. She knew she had returned to the little house in the flower field.

Yuepo placed her on the bed, considerately covered her with a thin blanket, and murmured, "It seems I can't let you drink like this anymore."

Yongye suddenly opened his eyes and stared at Yuepo.

He didn't even glance at it, closed the door, and left.

A Quirky Town (Part Two)

Firecrackers went off outside, their sound carrying far through the mountains. Yongye was awakened by the noise and found herself able to move again. She sat up, her hair disheveled. Not knowing how to comb it, she simply let it fall loose and tied it with a cloth strip. When she opened the door, three people stood before her: a matchmaker, the innkeeper, and Prince Duan, who should have been in Anguo.