Chapter 134 Emotion Character

Inside a small tavern in Xingsheng Town at the foot of the Linglong Pavilion Mountain.

Song Yueming helplessly looked at the girl in front of him. He was worried and hesitant to say anything.

"Do you have any more wine? Another pot." The red-faced girl stood up and asked loudly. Her expression was heroic, as if she could swallow the water of a river. However, after she finished speaking, she burped and a strong smell of alcohol came from her mouth, causing Song Yueming to cover his nose.

"Coming!" The tavern owner only wanted to be rich, so he smiled happily and went forward to hand over another pot of wine.

However, Song Yueming glared fiercely at the shopkeeper. The shopkeeper's heart trembled and he retreated in embarrassment.

Xingsheng Town was located at the foot of the Linglong Pavilion. Disciples from the Pavilion often came to the town to shop for all kinds of things. The shopkeeper still had some eyesight. Judging from the way the two of them dressed, they could roughly guess that this man and woman were Linglong Pavilion's disciples. He couldn't afford to offend such a Jianghu character as a small tavern owner.

"There's no more wine, Senior Sister. Let's go back."

Song Yueming stood up and reached out to help the drunk girl up.

This girl was naturally Fang Ziyu.

This morning, she suddenly arrived at Song Yueming's residence and pulled him to the tavern at the foot of the mountain. One person drank from dawn until noon without the slightest intention of stopping.

Song Yueming tried to persuade Fang Ziyu several times, but he was suppressed by Fang Ziyu's shouting.

At this moment, he finally felt that it was too inappropriate to continue like this, so he had to pull Fang Ziyu away.

"Nonsense, how could the tavern be empty?" Fang Ziyu, who drank so much that he could not distinguish between the east and the west, struggled to free himself from Song Yueming's hands. However, Song Yueming was ruthless this time. If Fang Ziyu continued to drink like this, there might be some calamity. Therefore, he could not care about the safety of men and women. When he mentioned Fang Ziyu, he wanted to leave the tavern.

During that time, the tavern owner smiled and went forward to ask for the wine money, which was five taels of silver.

Song Yueming practically never drank alcohol, and he didn't know much about the price of the wine. In addition, Fang Ziyu's condition wasn't good, so he couldn't argue with the shopkeeper. He could only endure the pain and pay for the wine before bringing Fang Ziyu out of the tavern.

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"Put me down. I still want to drink." It was not easy to carry Fang Ziyu on her back, but this young miss was not safe. She would occasionally shout and drink more along the way. At this moment, Song Yueming, who was originally a chatterbox, finally tasted the consequences, and his brain ached from being tormented by this Fang Ziyu.

"Stop drinking. If you drink any more, Senior Sister's body will not be able to stand it." Song Yueming carried Fang Ziyu on his back as he walked along the mountain road, giving him good advice.

"What do you know? This is called drinking to relieve my worries." Fang Ziyu retorted.

"But isn't there another sentence after that? Are you even more worried?" Song Yueming didn't have the ability to see the wind and control the rudder like Xu Han. He was a rectum, so he could say whatever he thought of.

"You!" Fang Ziyu was enraged.

But she was not a loser. At that time, her head tilted and she gritted her teeth and said, "Have you ever liked a person? Do you know what that feels like? You don't understand, so what's the point of talking to you!"

Hearing this, Song Yueming was stunned and felt that Fang Ziyu's words were somewhat wrong.

"I've liked it before! But I'm not like Senior Sister."

He retorted somewhat unconvincingly.

However, the moment Fang Ziyu said those words, he immediately became interested in Fang Ziyu.

She started to struggle on Song Yueming's back with her alcohol. "Tell me, who is it? Who is it?"

After all, Song Yueming's face was a little thin. Being questioned by Fang Ziyu like this, he felt a little embarrassed and stammered for a long time, unable to say anything.

How could Fang Ziyu let him muddle through like this? At that time, she argued that if Song Yueming didn't tell her, she would go back to drink again. The pure-minded Song Yueming was not the opponent of this strange eldest young miss, and he immediately lost the battle.

"Martial Uncle Ye." He lowered his voice and said reluctantly in an imperceptible voice.

"What?" Fang Ziyu asked loudly at that time, not knowing if he was trying to play a trick on her or if he really didn't hear her clearly.

"Martial Uncle Ye! Ye Hongjian!" Song Yueming's voice grew louder.

"Ah?" Fang Ziyu let out an extremely exaggerated exclamation. "No wonder I said that you ran to that Xu's house day and night. So it turned out to be a blessing in disguise," said a teasing expression on her face, which had turned red from drinking.

"I can't see it. My surname is Song. I wasted your breath calling me Brother Xu, but I was thinking of someone else's wife."

"Senior Sister!" Hearing this, Song Yueming was both anxious and angry. He stopped and hurriedly explained, "I like Martial Uncle Ye, but she is Brother Xu's fianc é e. There is a saying that a friend's wife is not to be bullied. I have long since stopped thinking. Being close to Brother Xu is only because of our speculation. Senior Sister, don't talk nonsense."

Seeing that Song Yueming was really angry, Fang Ziyu hurriedly waved his hand and said with a smile, "I'm just joking. What are you so excited about?"

"This kind of joke can't be played." Song Yueming said with a straight face, and then walked towards Chongju Peak again.

Perhaps she thought that Song Yueming was extremely interesting, and Fang Ziyu's mood also improved a little. After a while, she crawled to Song Yueming's ear and asked, "Sigh, I said, why did you stop thinking about Ye Hongjian?"

She was a little curious as to how someone she liked could cut off this thought. If it was possible for her to do the same, then there was no need to worry about Chen Xuan every day

He tossed and turned repeatedly.

Hearing this, Song Yueming tilted his head and thought for a moment, then casually said, "It's not difficult. Doesn't it just make her better to like someone? Martial Uncle Ye and Brother Xu are very good together, and Brother Xu is also very good…"

Song Yueming began to describe his initial contact with Xu Han. He explained everything in detail, almost combing through everything from beginning to end.

"So you gave up?" However, after hearing Song Yueming's words, Fang Ziyu shook his head in dissatisfaction.

"That's right." Song Yueming replied.

"There isn't a single bit of reluctance in my heart." Fang Ziyu, however, did not give up and continued to ask.

"No." Song Yueming answered confidently, almost without hesitation.

"Hmph, you don't really like Ye Hongjian at all." Fang Ziyu came to a conclusion.

"How is that possible! I did like it." Song Yueming was very dissatisfied with Fang Ziyu's denial of her first love and argued.

Perhaps it was because of the alcohol, Fang Ziyu suddenly felt a sense of drowsiness in her heart. At that time, she ended her dispute with Song Yueming with dim interest. She leaned her head on his shoulder and was about to fall asleep, whispering some vague words in her mouth.

"One day, when you really like someone, you'll understand what I'm saying…"

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"Brother Xu, I'll leave this matter to you." Chen Xuanji, dressed in white, stood at the door of the small porch window and bowed towards Xu Han Yingying. He said sincerely.

"Brother Chen, don't worry. I will definitely bring your words." Xu Han replied seriously. "But Brother Chen knows better than I do about Ziyu's temperament. I can't guarantee whether she will come or not tomorrow."

Chen Xuanji smiled bitterly when he heard this. "In the end, I didn't do it properly. It's only natural that she couldn't avoid me. It's just that this trip is extremely dangerous. I don't dare to guarantee whether or not I will be able to return. I only beg Brother Xu to bring these words here, and I'm extremely grateful."

Chen Xuanji said that there was no reason for Xu Han to refuse, so he nodded heavily at that time.

Seeing this, Chen Xuanji left peacefully.

Xu Han stood at the door and watched Chen Xuanji disappear. He sighed before turning around and returning to his room.

Xuan'er, who was standing beside him, hurriedly pulled at the corner of his clothes, meowing nonstop. It seemed that something urgent was going on. Xu Han was still puzzled as to why Xuan'er suddenly acted like this, but just as he closed the courtyard door, someone knocked on it again.

"Brother Xu, Brother Xu!" At the same time, Song Yueming's familiar voice sounded.

Xuan'er, who was beside him, rushed into the inner room like a frightened bird. Xu Han felt a little strange. This black cat was extremely afraid of that young miss Fang Ziyu. When did she become so afraid of Song Yueming?

As he thought of this, he opened the courtyard door. A strong smell of alcohol assaulted him. Xu Han fixed his gaze and saw Song Yueming standing at the door with Fang Ziyu covered in the smell of alcohol on his back. He was slightly stunned, and then he understood the whole story thoroughly.

"Brother Xu, you have to save me. I still have to attend Martial Uncle Hu's lecture on the Sword Dao among the outer sect disciples. It only happens once a month. This Senior Sister has drunk too much. I can't find her place of residence, so I can only send her here to you." When Song Yueming saw Xu Han, he spoke like a drowning man who had grabbed onto a life-saving straw.

"Come in." Xu Han helplessly nodded and placed the unconscious Fang Ziyu with Song Yueming on Ye Hongjian's bed.

He didn't know if he was really in a hurry to attend the sword dao lecture or if he was tortured too badly by Fang Ziyu. After finishing all of this, Song Yueming fled from the small porch window.

Xu Han, who was left alone in the small porch window, looked at the sleeping Fang Ziyu and shook his head. He took out a letter from his bosom and placed it next to Fang Ziyu's pillow.

"Brother Chen is leaving the Exquisite Pavilion tomorrow. He wants to see you. The trip to the Chen Kingdom is extremely dangerous. Don't leave behind any regrets for yourself."

"Whether or not to go, I hope you can think about it clearly. Don't be righteous."

Xu Han said softly. Then, he took a deep look at Fang Ziyu, whose deep eyes seemed to have fallen into deep sleep. Then, he turned around and closed the door. He went to the courtyard alone.

After a hundred breaths of time, Fang Ziyu's eyelashes suddenly moved imperceptibly. At that time, her hand slowly reached out and touched the letter beside the pillow.

She placed it on her chest and hugged it with both hands.

He didn't want to let go for a long time.

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