HCB Chapter 670 Book 1 Dream 11
Chapter 670 Book 1 Dream 11
"Sit down and drink quietly." Huang Chengzhu handed him a pot of wine.
So, in her eyes, he wasn't as attractive as someone who was drinking?
Shangguan He channeled his grief and anger into his desire for alcohol, drinking large gulps of it.
In no time, he finished the whole pot of wine: "I'm done, I want more."
An hour later——
Huang Chengzhu looked at the drunkard beside her who was already too drunk and wouldn't let go of her sleeve.
"It's just the martial world, I'll go with you. Don't even think about getting rid of me." Shangguan He muttered incoherently, his face flushed and his eyes half-closed.
When he was sober, he didn't dare to confess his feelings for her because he was still a fugitive.
When he was drunk, he didn't have many inhibitions. All he knew was that she was leaving and didn't want to take him with her.
"I... I don't know when, but I always think of you. How could you bear to reject a handsome man like me with good looks and extraordinary temperament?"
Upon hearing this, Huang Chengzhu's lips twitched: "Even when drunk, he doesn't forget to be narcissistic and boastful."
"I'm also quite talented, so I'll play you a tune right now." Shangguan He said, sitting up and picking up the flute that was placed to the side to begin playing.
The flute music was melodious and pleasant, but before the song was even finished, people couldn't stay awake and started to feel drowsy.
Huang Chengzhu helped him up and helped him off the roof, but she didn't know where he lived.
He had no choice but to ask someone for directions: "Ah Hu, where does your second-in-command live?"
"He lives on the third floor, on the left, in the room at the end of the corridor. What's wrong with the second-in-command?"
Duan Shanhu saw the two men with their arms around each other, their eyes filled with gossip, and he could smell the alcohol on them, so they had been drinking together.
But the second-in-command isn't up to par; he can't even outdrink the girl.
Wait, why do I remember that the second-in-command had a high alcohol tolerance? Could it be that he did it on purpose?
As expected of the second-in-command, he has plenty of ideas but not much else.
Shangguan He: I'm innocent! I really didn't know that the wine was so strong.
Seeing that Duan Shanhu was distracted, Huang Chengzhu couldn't help but glance at him a few times: "Are you alright now? That person is... yours."
Duan Shanhu was startled and interrupted her, "I have something to do, something urgent. Miss Cheng, you should take the Second Master back yourself."
As he spoke, he had already darted far away, afraid of disturbing the second-in-command's good time.
"You run pretty fast." Huang Chengzhu helped the person walk in the direction he indicated.
Shangguan He was unaware of what had happened; he only felt that he was sleeping uncomfortably, and that his body was sinking downwards.
Something was supporting him, preventing him from falling. Afraid of falling, he reached out his hands and legs and clung tightly to it, as if grasping at a lifeline.
Huang Chengzhu stared at the man who was taller than her and was almost completely hanging on her: "Shangguan He, let go of me right now, or I'll throw you out later."
Shangguan He only felt that someone was talking, but he couldn't hear what they were saying, so he ignored it.
A moment later, with a loud bang, he felt a pain in his body, and slowly opened his eyes to see a figure standing in front of him.
"Alright, I've taken you to your room, you drunkard. I'm leaving now."
If they hadn't been so close to his room, she would have thrown him to the ground.
But she threw him onto the bed with considerable force; didn't that wake him up?
Huang Chengzhu turned around, preparing to go back to his room to wash up and go to sleep.
"Don't go, you've been in my dream, why are you leaving?" Shangguan He realized what was happening, stood up, and pounced on her to hug her.
With another thud, he crashed back onto the bed.
"Shangguan He, don't act crazy when you're drunk, go to sleep."
Shangguan He was hit twice, this time with even greater force than before, and he has now woken up in pain.
He endured the pain, sat up, and resumed his usual demeanor: "Hey, beauties are so heartless. You got me drunk and you didn't even show me any mercy."
"You drank it yourself, what do you mean I got you drunk?"
After finishing his sentence, Huang Chengzhu didn't linger. He strode out of the room and quickly left.
Upon seeing this, Shangguan He couldn't help but sigh.
He stood up and found himself still feeling a little dizzy. He staggered to the table and poured himself a cup of tea.
*
The next day, Shangguan He showed no signs of being drunk the night before, and walked with a smile down his face in the corridor of Canjiangyue.
Two heads peeked out from behind the pillars in front of him, looking at him.
"Ah Long and Ah Hu, why are you two staring at me like that? Are you captivated by my charisma today?"
"Pah, pah, pah, Second Master, have some shame! We wanted to ask you how last night was?" Duan Shanhu asked with a smile.
"What, last night?"
"You still won't admit it? Last night you drank with Miss Cheng and even pretended to be drunk so she would take you back to your room."
Upon hearing this, Shangguan He gave a half-smile: "You think I'm faking being drunk?"
"Isn't that right? I don't believe you can get drunk so easily."
Well, even he himself couldn't believe he got drunk so easily, and recalling it, he seemed to have embarrassed himself in front of her.
However, he would never admit that even when drunk, he is still a handsome man.
"There's nothing here. Go about your business. You want to hear my gossip?" Shangguan He ignored the two and left.
Duan Shanhu raised his hand and nudged the silent person next to him: "A Long, you know, with the Second Master's personality, he doesn't show off at all. Maybe he failed to get close to Miss Cheng, but he doesn't seem disappointed."
"If you don't understand, don't ask me," Po Yunlong replied expressionlessly, arms crossed.
"Yeah, you're just a blockhead who only knows how to practice martial arts. Sigh, nobody understands my fun."
After thinking for a moment, Po Yunlong said, "It's no use him being drunk; he can't beat him anyway."
Upon hearing this, Duan Shanhu was speechless: "They're talking about love, not fighting."
Unable to understand or comprehend it, Po Yunlong turned and left.
Shangguan He saw that it was lunchtime, so he took a food box and went upstairs to knock on the door.
Huang Chengzhu opened the door. She looked like she had just gotten up and washed up, her face was still damp and her hair was loose.
"Knowing you're almost up, I specially brought you lunch," Shangguan He said with a smile, gesturing for her to come in.
"Why are you being so solicitous for no reason?" Huang Chengzhu turned around and sat down in front of the dressing table.
"Don't think of me as so materialistic. How about I style your hair for you? Try my skills, I'm sure you'll be satisfied."
Huang Chengzhu realized that he really didn't like doing these things.
Hairdressing in ancient times was troublesome, so this time she didn't hire anyone to take care of her; most of the time she styled her hair in the simplest bun herself.
Shangguan He put down the food box and went over, picked up the comb from the dressing table, and seeing that she didn't object, began to comb her hair.
After combing all of his hair, he began to touch it. His waist-length black hair was so smooth and silky that he couldn't bear to put it down.
Huang Chengzhu propped her head up as she drew her eyebrows, without applying powder to her face, only lightly touching her lips with lip rouge.