Chapter 895: The Prodigal Banquet
"Heh heh, these past few days, Little Yue has been hustling about, and I’ve seen that she’s been working pretty hard, so I bought a little gift for her to cheer her up." After saying that, you tossed the silver to the shopkeeper, when from within the long robes a delicate, fair jade hand emerged; the shopkeeper weighed it and said in a slightly deep female voice, "That’s too much, I can’t make change."
"Then don’t bother with the change, consider the extra as a tip for your hard work."
You laughed heartily and then quickly walked away with Luo Xin. The shopkeeper kept watching your retreating figure; in the light of the bright moon, a face so exquisite that it could astonish anyone faintly revealed itself...
"Five leaders!"
"Full house red!"
"Ha ha, you little rascal, you lost!"
"Damn it, lost again!"
You downed the large bowl of liquor in your hand as if it were plain boiled water, then forcefully slammed the empty bowl on the table, shouting at the burly Great Han in front of you, "Mother’s, I refuse to believe this malevolence today, let’s go again!"
"Good good, I’m starting to like you, Fatty, more and more, ha ha ha!" Immediately, the two squared off to arm wrestle again, their posture and expressions just like the common folk on the streets, nothing like the dandified scholars around them.
Uh, this goes back to when you and Luo Xin had just arrived. As soon as the two of you came, you were surrounded by all the dandified young men, especially you. For some reason, Duke Lu’s son, Cheng Zhijie, seemed to particularly take a dislike to you, and you naturally started clashing with him when you noticed his gaze was different. Of course, with scholars present, there were no fistfights, so they resorted to using liquor to determine the heroes. Instigated by someone with a motive, you and Cheng Chuliang immediately started to compete at the drinking table.