Chapter 99 (1/2)
”Is the City of Wei far away?”
”Close to Kaiping.”
”Then where is Kaiping?”
”Close to the City of Wei.”
”Well, I know it is around frontier fortress. But where were you before you went to the frontier fortress?”
”In the mountain.”
”Which mountain?”
”Min Mountain.”
”Is Min Mountain big?”
”Of course.”
”Where have you been before going to Min Mountain?”
”... ”
”Where have you been before?”
”Well... I was too young to remember it. All I know is that I was an orphan.”
The conversation around the handrail had to stop here, for Ning Que's inarticulate expression after wine drinking and stubbornly thinking chaotic status quo. Thus this conversation finally could no longer continue to proceed further. Situ Yilan picked up a wet towel to wipe her forehead forcefully, bitterly staring at the drunk lad at the table, and was compelled to accept this situation.
Just at this moment, Dewdrop who had temporarily left for something came back to decrease the embarra.s.sment here. She frowned and glanced at Ning Que's head and could not help but shake her head, helping him get up and using the right hand to put a wet towel on his forehead, and then smiled to Situ Yilan to hoa.r.s.ely say, ”Miss Situ, he can't hold his liquor well.”
Before Situ Yilan opened her mouth to laugh, Ning Que who was lying in the arms of Dewdrop woke up confusedly. He could vaguely feel something cool, soft and round on his face. He tightened his hands around the person's waist subconsciously and rubbed his face on it.
Dewdrop's plump breast was squeezed to be somewhat out of shape by the lad's evil pressing. The little face, which was like a translucent jade bracelet, suddenly had charming shyness and a few hidden redness that rarely showed up.
Situ Yilan saw the staring Ning Que in the arms of Dewdrop put his indecent hand to stretch into the girl's sleeves and move toward a certain place. She could not help but be annoyed and look up to cover her forehead with her hand, covering her eyes as well. She was, after all, the n.o.ble lady of Yunhui General's Residence in Chang'an. Seeking-fun in brothels was something that was treated elegantly before her. She has never seen that anyone actually dared do something indecent in front of her.
Of course, she knew that Ning Que was made by her to drink too much so as to be unconsciously lost at this moment. He might not know what he was holding, the waist or a new willow, and what he was rubbing, the chest or a big piece of bread. But for a girl who has not been married - even if she was known for boldness and negligence in Chang'an City - this picture in front of her was indeed somewhat unbearable. Thus, out of shame and anger, she stood up to draw back Ning Que and continued to let him drink more.
Vaguely feeling someone wanted to make him drink more, Ning Que resisted the person by tightly holding Dewdrop's waist and refused to let go. His hand kept going into her sleeves to rub the girl's soft and plump belly and kept talking nonsense like ”This is better than drinking. I'll quit drinking”.
Dewdrop giggled from his rubbing, and hastily lifted her sleeves to cover her lips, and laughed, saying, ”Pay up first before touching.”
Crouching in her arms, Ning Que replied confusedly,”Your brother, I, now have two thousand taels of silver. Do I look like I'm lacking in money? If a monk can touch you, why can't I spend a night with you?”
Dewdrop has been a little annoyed after listening to these words. However, she became more confused about the word ”monk”. Therefore, she looked up to glance at Situ Yilan who spread out her hands to angrily say, ”How would I know what he was talking about?”
Then she used her fingers to drag him up by the front of his robes and said loudly in his face, ”Go back quickly, you drunkard. Don't you have somebody waiting for you at home?”
It was uncertain as to whether it was the night wind beside the handrail or Situ Yilan's ruthless shaking or some keywords in this sentence that have touched Ning Que's mind, he suddenly stiffened his body and slowly came to open his listless eyes, watching the night outside the handrail and murmuring. ”Yeah, someone is waiting at home.”
Situ Yilan and Dewdrop looked at each other and at the same time heaved a sigh of relief. What they cared about was not the source of two thousand taels of silver that Ning Que has talked about before, but the pleasure of finally being able to leave the company of the poor young master who had suddenly become rich.
However, to their surprise, Ning Que staggered slightly as he stood up, tearing himself away from Situ Yilan's hands and avoiding