MTL - Empress True Colors-Chapter 37v4 Drinking in the rainy night

"Oh?" Jing Hengbo suddenly looked vigilant.

The doctor beckoned, "Come here with your ear..."

After a while, Jing Hengbo came out of the medical hall with a dazed and puzzled expression. He stood at the entrance of the medical hall and thought for a while, asked some local people about the inns in the town, and walked through them quietly. , and finally stayed in a relatively remote inn at the east end of the town. Of course, this was also the place where the Long Ying family stayed.

Walking in the street market in Luoyunbu, especially the evening market, is a very interesting thing, and this interesting point refers to the feeling of courageous people. People in the Luoyun tribe like to wear white linen clothes, and almost everyone has one. They like to light red lights. Two red lights are hung in front of every door, tied into various shapes. This is because the largest Luoyun swamp in the Luoyun tribe is a snow-white , although the things born in the swamp are not medicines, after taking them for a long time, they can prolong your life and strengthen your body. Therefore, Luoyunbu is born with a good physique, and there are many martial arts practitioners. It's just that this swamp also has side effects, that is, it looks like a piece of snow. People who eat too much raw food have a dark face, dark skin and dark clothes, so they can't find people at night. Over time, Luoyunbu began to wear white linen clothes, and lit bright red lights to illuminate the road. Unique style.

Jing Hengbo walked all the way, and also found this place quite interesting, probably because of his dark skin, people here like bright and bright clothes and decorations, colorful tiles on the roof, window grilles on the windows, and carved curtains. The wooden house is equipped with deep yellow window sills, and there are large tracts of colorful flowers on the indigo curtains. When the night falls, the streets are scary at first glance. The people in white clothes are floating, the red lanterns are shaking and shaking, and it is scary like a ghost town. You can calm down and watch the scenery carefully. In the hazy rain and dark night, there are large and rich scenes The dignified and jumping colors are all dizzy with chaotic and blurred light in the drizzling rain.

The artistic conception of this rainy night is a bit bleak and a bit vicissitudes, which makes people who travel outside suddenly want to drink.

Jing Hengbo stopped, and there was a small tavern open in front of him, maybe it was a rainy day, and the business was good, but what really attracted her was not the tavern, but a guy who patted the table while drinking.

Meng Potian actually got drunk here.

The night she and Pei Shu fell off the cliff, they were chased and killed by the cloaked man. After that, Pei Shu was kicked into the pit by Gong Yin, and Meng Potian was thrown aside. At that time, Jing Hengbo was not worried about her safety, anyway, as long as she and Gong Yin Yin is here, the real target of the cloaked man will only be them. Sure enough, the cloaked man no longer pays attention to Meng Potian. After Meng Potian wakes up, he will naturally return to the barracks to find Pei Shu. After all, the matter was too embarrassing, Meng Potian himself was embarrassing, he was reluctant to leave, and it was uncomfortable to follow, so he simply hung out with Qisha all day long.

Jing Hengbo knew that she was not feeling well, and there was really no way to relieve it, so he had no choice but to pretend that she didn't see it, so Meng Potian felt more at ease.

Unexpectedly, Meng Potian also sneaked out of the camp and came back here to drink.

Jing Hengbo sighed, turned around and wanted to leave, Meng Potian would not want to see her now.

But she couldn't get away, because there was a sudden commotion inside. Several men came to Meng Potian's table, they didn't know what to say, Meng Potian suddenly poured a glass of wine over it.

Jing Hengbo smiled wryly, it was a must-have in the Xinglu Tavern - being beaten for molesting.

In fact, it is not surprising, the local folk customs are not open, women often cover their bamboo hats when they go out, Meng Potian is a single woman, drinking alone with no cover, and she looks good, it is completely normal to be approached. .

Jing Hengbo still didn't move, he folded his arms and waited for the fight to start. Anyway, these few people were not enough for Meng Potian to watch.

But it wasn't Meng Potian who made the move, but another group of people. There were frivolous prodigal sons, and knights who fought against injustice. Immediately, a fight broke out, fists and kicks smashed cups and plates, and it was quite a lively scene.

The parties seemed to have seen nothing, and drank on their own, while the boys with towels on their arms jumped up and down among the fighting crowd, with a look of surprise on their faces. After the plate was rescued, Didi Liu threw it away and sent it back to the kitchen, shouting: "Smash a gold-rimmed shallow plate... smash a blue and white glazed cup... smash a double-eared fat-bellied partridge picture wine jar..."

Jing Hengbo smiled while watching, his eyes flickered with a smile - the waiters in this hotel are very skilled.

The fight in the hotel got bigger and bigger, many people got excited and jumped up to join the battle group, but now everyone has forgotten about Meng Potian.

The crowd was chaotic, and the shopkeeper kept watching with a half-smile, but didn't stop him. Jing Hengbo's eyes gradually moved around the shopkeeper, the second shopkeeper. She felt that the people in this shop were more interesting than fighting.

Then she saw a person coming down the stairs on the second floor, passing by the shopkeeper, and going out.

This person's walking posture is very strange, very stiff, the joints of his whole body seem to be rusted, but his movements are extremely fast. If Jing Hengbo hadn't been staring at the shopkeeper with interest, he would not have seen this person at all.

At this time, the store was buzzing, except for Jing Hengbo, no one noticed the person who went out.

Jing Hengbo frowned, she somehow felt that this back was a bit familiar.

She flashed up to the roof of the hotel and looked around. Oops, there are white robes and red lanterns all over the place. Where can I find that person?

I had no choice but to go back to that strange shop, the fight was over, the group of guys who fought against the injustice won, drove the gangsters out, came over to comfort Meng Potian with gentle words, Meng Potian stood up drunk and thanked him, he couldn't stand steadily, almost He fell into the opponent's arms, and the opponent hurriedly supported him.

Jing Hengbo suddenly felt something was wrong.

It's not the posture, Meng Potian turned his back to her, blocking the opponent's movement, she couldn't see the movement of the support, and the person supported him very gentlemanly, he let go immediately.

What was wrong was the subtle expressions of the people standing beside him.

The red lights cast ambiguously on the faces of those people, which seemed normal at first glance, but upon closer inspection, everyone's eyes were down, their brows were slightly tightened, and their eyes were gathered together.

When people pay attention to a certain thing, the subtle expressions on the face are different.

If several people are paying attention to one thing at the same time, that thing will never be just an action of helping someone.

Those few people didn't exchange pleasantries with Meng Potian, just said a few words casually and left, they looked no different from any chivalrous men who drew their swords to help when they saw injustice.

After Jing Hengbo and the others left, he lowered his bamboo hat and walked into the small shop.

Under the dim light, Meng Potian reeked of alcohol, Jing Hengbo sat in front of her for a long time before she squinted her eyes to recognize her.

"Oh...you...uh...female..."

Jing Hengbo's eyes had scanned her up and down, and he couldn't see anything wrong. He wanted to sniff her, but the smell of alcohol was all over his nostrils.

"Female...female...female..." Meng Potian was still stuttering, Jing Hengbo stared at her viciously, Meng Potian seemed to be awake, and rolled his tongue, "Donkey!"

Jing Hengbo's cheeks twitched, and Xiao Er, who brought the wine, gave her a strange look, thinking that the girl probably had the face of a donkey, so he turned his gaze away uninterestedly.

It was getting late, there were no customers in the tavern, the shopkeeper went upstairs to rest, and the waiter was far away in the back hall to clean up.

"Donkey..." Meng Potian got excited and grabbed Jing Hengbo's hand, "Last time... last time I wronged you...uh, I apologize...I apologize..."

Jing Hengbo was a little surprised, yo, I've only heard that people who get drunk are unreasonable, but this one is reasonable after drinking.

"But!" Meng Potian grabbed his hand hard, his voice resounding, "To cut off the robe is to cut off the robe! I still can't... can't forgive you! You...you...you are too heartless! You...you...I I don't want to see you, you go, you go!"

Jing Hengbo said sinisterly: "Okay, but can you let go of my hand before telling me to roll? If you do this, I will think you are a lesbian."

"Jing Hengbo..." Meng Potian didn't let go, and suddenly burst into tears, "You are so lucky...you can have whatever you want...everyone loves you...everyone likes you..."

She grabbed Jing Hengbo's hand to wipe her tears and snot, Nima is so disgusting!

Jing Hengbo slapped her to the side of the table.

"Crying you are paralyzed, get up and drink!"

"Bang." With a sound, a heavy wine jar was thrown in front of Meng Potian, shaking Meng Potian sober again, he opened his mouth in a daze, "Ah?"

It's unreasonable. Normal people would tell alcoholics to stop when they see them.

"Drink!" Jing Hengbo swallowed angrily, grabbed a big bowl, gurgled the wine, and pushed it to Meng Potian.

"I...uh..." Meng Potian's gesture of grabbing the bowl was not so chic, her stomach was churning, but she was stared at by Jing Hengbo's scorching eyes, took a few sips, and her face began to turn blue.

"Drink!" Before finishing this bowl, Jing Hengbo Gududu poured another big bowl, which was more than the one just now.

Meng Potian reluctantly finished the first bowl, and Jing Hengbo poured the third bowl again.

Meng Potian was a little scared - this is the rhythm of feeding people to death.

"I...I can't drink anymore..." She gritted her teeth and said this, feeling as depressed as if she was about to cry.

Jing Hengbo continued to pour wine as if he had never heard of it, "Look, you are so lucky. You can drink as much as you want, and the Queen pours you wine herself. How many people are lucky like you? Come on. ,drink!"

The sound of gurgling and pouring the wine made Meng Potian's scalp tingle, and these words were not pleasant at all. When a large bowl of wine was pushed over again, she couldn't help it, and broke out.

"Bang." He slapped the table violently, "I don't like drinking anymore! I don't want to drink anymore! I don't like drinking at all! You're paralyzed by drinking, get up and get out!"

Jing Hengbo paused, looked at her, and smiled.

Meng Potian felt that her smile was a little creepy, and he became sober again.

The wine bowl was pushed out, and the wine spilled on the ground.

"You also know that you don't like to drink, don't want to drink, don't like to drink?" Jing Hengbo lowered his voice and stared at Meng Potian mockingly, "Then do you know that I don't love those who love, those who like, Don't want to, don't want to?"

Meng Potian stared at her blankly.

"You see that the person you like chases me, and you feel that I am happy. The question is, is that what I want? It's like this wine. Those who like to drink think that drinking it is better than gods, and those who don't like drinking too much just want to drink it. Phew, the quality of life is not calculated by possession, but by happiness!"

"You... very happy..." Meng Potian sipped his drink, "You are the queen..."

"What about the Queen?"

"Know what kind of queen I was to begin with?"

"Puppets, puppets, dolls, can't have any personal will. They foolishly want to fight for freedom, but they are framed by everyone against everyone. Have you seen the protest crowd that filled the entire Yuzhao Palace Square? Have you heard tens of thousands of people shouting wildly? Is the queen not dead? Have you ever seen someone begging you to die, and the dead body fell at your feet? Have you been betrayed by your friends, betrayed by your lover, have nothing, and been exiled alone? Have you ever stabbed a loved one? the chest of a person, does it feel like you are dying at that moment!"

"If such a queen is called happiness, what the **** would you like to be?"

Alcohol gushed out from the corner of Meng Potian's mouth, and he stared at Jing Hengbo stupidly. She had vaguely heard about the Queen's past, but she had never heard such a detailed version. People are always indifferent to the pain of others, and more just feel Feeling her own pain, she suddenly felt cold at this moment, as if she had also seen the icy snow that Di Ge stuffed into her chest that year.

"There are so many people following you..." She said weakly, and she didn't know whether it was an excuse, or a sudden desire to comfort her.

"Yes, there are so many people following me, but don't mention love to me. Others love me, some are friendship, some are liking, but the thing I want most, it has been poached from the night of Dige Xueye , it hasn’t been filled yet. Oh no, it’s full of suspicion, helplessness, loneliness and incomprehension, you f*cking whining and crying envy my good life, resenting that you are unloved, I’ll **** it, Don’t you just want someone and he doesn’t want you? Don’t you know that I also want someone who runs away desperately? He pretends to defect and flees, he pretends to be dead to flee, he escapes like a ghost, he runs away from thousands of cosplayers, he not only runs away, Don't touch me, don't laugh at me, don't let me sleep, if I want to sleep, I have to sleep by myself, and he will hide from me after sex..."

Jing Hengbo closed his mouth, met Meng Potian's eager and bewildered eyes, and slapped her on the head bitterly, "You are the most miserable in the whole world? Everyone else lives a perfect life? Ah bah, there is a change , **** you know that you were really happy before!"

Meng Potian lay softly on the table, his arrogance was gone, and he didn't know if he was scolding her, or he suddenly realized it.

"Look out," Jing Hengbo finally poured her a small cup and poured himself a large bowl. Suddenly, his domineering aura disappeared, and he raised the bowl to touch her with blurred eyes. With a perfect life, how can there be a happy person who is truly happy in everything? But those who hold on to their own little things and complain endlessly, they have complained about the last part of the fun of being a human being. Breaking the sky, love is not It is very important to love someone and get someone, but the most important thing is to love yourself and be yourself."

She raised the wine bowl, the bowl was so big that it covered her face, the liquid spilled all over her body, smelling like alcohol.

When she was done, she ate the wine bowl and said with a sneer, "Come out."

A gust of wind passed, and there was a person standing in front of the table. His black robe was like iron, and his face was ashen.

Jing Hengbo snorted and knew he was there.

When she disappeared, Pei Shu could definitely guess that she was returning to this town, and there was no other place to go. There was a night market on this street in the town, and every family should have been there long ago.

It doesn't matter if you don't come out, just listen to everything you need to hear.

Pei Shu's complexion was very ugly today, he sat down and waved for Xiaoer to deliver wine, "Ten altars!"

Jing Hengbo didn't stop him either, would he be even more insane if he wasn't given a drink? It's better to be drunk.

Pei Shu didn't pay any attention to her, didn't speak, just opened the mud seal and drank, but he was huge, the more he drank, the brighter his eyes became, and the more he drank, the closer he sat to her, he wanted to talk several times , Jing Hengbo quickly poured wine for him and gagged him, but she was startled when she saw this, what if this guy was too drunk and made trouble?

She pretended to relieve herself, wandered to the backyard of the tavern, and asked the waiter who was washing dishes, "The wine in your shop is good, did you brew it yourself?"

Xiaoer proudly said: "Naturally, the wine in our store is famous in the whole town, pour three cups!"

After speaking, he looked at Meng Potian and Pei Shu, his face blushed first, Jing Hengbo didn't seem to hear, and said with a smile: "So, is there a wine mother?"

"Yes, there is, but this thing can't be given to others easily, in case something goes wrong..."

The only customs-clearing weapon in this world is money, which is a must-have magic weapon for traveling at home, murdering people, robbing and buying mistresses.

The wine mother brought it, Jing Hengbo put a little bit in the wine, handed it to Xiao Er, and asked him to drink, Xiao Er didn't think much, and drank it happily, his eyes suddenly went out of circles.

Jing Hengbo felt relieved.

Half a quarter of an hour later, the last jug of wine finally overwhelmed Pei Shu, who was getting more and more sober after drinking.

Seeing that Gudong was planted under the table and Pei Shu rolled into a pile with Meng Potian, Jing Hengbo secretly praised that the wine mother is the wine mother, and the first nine jars were fine, but the last jar only poured a bowl and put him down.

Ask Xiao Er for help again, carry the two of them to a nearby inn, Jing Hengbo really wants to give them a room together, but after thinking about it, La Lang's partner may not end well, two rooms, each sober up.

After putting flag flowers on the roof and arranging cross-halberd troops to guard her, she got off the roof, thinking about going back to the inn, and passing by the tavern, she turned her head inadvertently, and suddenly stopped in her footsteps.

The tavern was lit up like beans, and there was only one drinker, who was sitting where Meng Potian was just now, holding Pei Shuna's last jug of wine and pouring it.

Jing Hengbo was startled when he saw his back.

It never occurred to me that a person like Gong Yin would go out at night, go to such a tavern, and get drunk.

The night was getting late, the drizzle was still on, and the deep blue ground in the deep alley reflected the red light in the distance, with a light red oily light.

The wooden signboard swayed in the wind, clattering against the log-colored door frame.

The light is slightly yellowish, with a light halo and a layer of dark color, like old yellowed paper, and the back of the man like snow seems to be a little thinner, his black shimmer is also a layer of mist, as if he is staying outside the house for a long time.

Opposite him was Jing Hengbo's wine bowl, looking at his posture, it was like having a drink with her.

Jing Hengbo's legs couldn't move, and he knew that he couldn't move, so he tried to control his posture at this moment, but as long as she really walked over, the wine would be undrinkable.

Her heart was sore, and her eyes reflected the fine rain of the night.

She stood at the corner of the door, walked under the eaves to avoid the rain, and accidentally saw fine ice crystals on the ground in front of the eaves, Gong Yin seemed to have stayed here just now.

At that moment he was watching her drinking and talking in the night rain, and at this moment she was watching his back drinking in the rain.

Everyone thinks they are spectators, unintentionally embellishing the scenery of others.

Jing Hengbo folded his arms, listening to the sound of Gong Yin drinking slowly in the shop, she didn't remember seeing him drinking, such a thing that is easy to indulge and lose self-control, a person like him would not touch it.

Yet he was drinking, and whispering as he drank.

The wine is dripping, and its sound is like pearls.

She's in the rain, listen.

a glass of wine.

"A glass of wine," he said, "to respect you in the ten-mile spring breeze, and myself, who was amazing when I saw it for the first time."

Two glasses of wine.

"Two glasses of wine," he said, "I respect you who lived and died with me in Yuzhao Palace, and myself who suddenly put you in my eyes."

Three glasses of wine.

"Three glasses of wine." He said, "To you who shouted to the world that you love me on the Jingting Bridge that day. And, I have already done myself who will betray your decision."

Four glasses of wine.

"Four glasses of wine." He said, "Jingdi Ge Xueye, you who stabbed my chest with a knife. And..." He suddenly paused, his voice seemed to be a little stagnant, "I was shocked to see the poisonous blood spurted from you on that knife. To the one who suddenly wants to drop everything and take you away, myself."

Five glasses of wine.

"Five glasses of wine," he said, "I respect you for living up to my expectations and getting more and more courageous as you get frustrated. And, for being disappointed by God, I have to push you away again and again, myself."

Six glasses of wine.

"Six glasses of wine." He said, "I would like to respect you who have gone through a lot and are finally willing to talk frankly. And, the first time I heard you talk, I wish I could die...myself."

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"Snapped."

The wine bowl shattered.

Porcelain slices cut fingers, and the blood is frozen before it comes out, like those more words that cannot be uttered.

Gong Yin shook slightly, supporting his forehead.

The wine mother is not poisonous, and the taste of the wine will not become stronger after drinking, but the stamina will increase tenfold, even experts like Pei Shu and him can't detect it.

Raindrops slanted in through the curtain, and the water vapor was turbulent like smoke.

He propped his elbows in front of the wooden table with a lonely lamp and was slightly drunk, recalling the bitter past in his drunkenness.

Under the eaves of the light rain, she folded her arms and raised her head, as if she wanted to see through the hazy providence.

A glass of wine in the spring breeze of peaches and plums, night rain in the rivers and lakes, ten years of light.

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