Chapter 268: Speak The Truth
“God of War Senior Brother, you promised to find a mining expert, but you were late. Weren’t you supposed to take me to find tungsten?”
“Mm, official duties delayed me a bit. How about tomorrow during the rest day, I take you there?”
“Alright, then does the mining expert live far away?”
“Mm, it requires half a day’s mountain road!”
Tomorrow—how many tomorrows are there? You’re about to get married!
“Oh!”
As soon as she spoke, Feng Qingcheng softened. At this moment, Feng Qingcheng’s eyes, full of apology, suddenly turned dangerous.
He noticed that the person before him was hard to distinguish as male or female upon close inspection, dressed in simple white clothes that seemed timeless. Clearly a man’s appearance, yet his cheeks were flushed with two patches of red, looking soft and cute!
He glanced around. Fortunately, this was inside the private room. The private room’s position was good; standing by the window, he could fully see the situation in the hall. Bu Wei was with him, but Bu Wei was also a man!
What if they encountered some lecher with particular tastes who took advantage? Her appearance was just like yesterday when she was shy, stirring his heart, and flames quickly ignited in his eyes!
Both angry and heartbroken!
These years, he had finally endured until she awoke. These days, every day at the imperial court, he dealt with hypocritical faces. After work, he only longed to return to see her soon!
But she came to drink over something like this?
Not cherishing her body like this, yet he couldn’t yell at her loudly.
“Mm! In that case, three cups as penalty!”
“Good!”
She poured him three cups. “This is Pear Blossom White, try it!!!” He didn’t know if it was anger or not, but he tossed it back in one gulp. Li Xi’er was surprised, shocked by his boldness!
In his memory, he had a weak body since childhood—didn’t drink like this exaggeratedly, right?
“Senior Brother, drink slower!”
Feng Qingcheng glanced at her displeased, his face quickly flushing red too. Li Xi’er poured herself a full cup and sipped it leisurely.
Seeing several empty wine jars on the table, could it be she had something on her mind?
Feng Qingcheng quietly asked Bu Wei what she drank and how much. “Pear Blossom White, Daughter Red, Bi Yi, Broom Sorrow, Shao Daozi! Several jars already.”
As soon as he spoke, Bu Wei let out a wine burp—he had been drinking too!
“Why didn’t you stop her?” Dressed like this, why let her go out?
“Couldn’t stop her!”
“I understand. I’ll talk to you about your issue later. You go out first!”
“Yes!”
“Don’t drink anymore!” After several cups of spirits, the man was tipsy too and grabbed her hand that was lifting another wine cup.
“Senior Brother, you’re hurting me!” He gripped her wrist painfully!
Feng Qingcheng snatched the wine cup and downed it himself, his face ashen as if very angry!
Li Xi’er: “……Actually, opening a bar here would be pretty good!”
“Bar?”
“……aid I wouldn’t ask for much，
But your eyes are dangerous，
Oh the thought keep spinning in my head，
Can we drop this masquerade，
I can’t predict where it ends，
If your the rock I’ll crush against，
My soul my heart，
If you’re near if you’re far.”
Her sweet voice sang the random tune messily, her head bobbing lightly to the rhythm. Feng Qingcheng sat listening entranced, his face softening a bit: “Can, what language is this?”
“Sounds good?”
“Mm!”
The atmosphere was perfect, paired with Bloody Mary, Cuba Libre, Irish Mist, Tequila Flame, and such drinks. Mm, yes, perfect!
“Still angry?”
Looking at the puzzled man, Feng Qingcheng shook his head. Was it sung specially for him? “Isn’t it stress-relieving to sip fine wine while listening to such silky songs?”
Tenderness appeared in Feng Qingcheng’s eyes. “Indeed. What song is it? So beautiful and moving?”
“Hey! Well, a little dirty song!” Her eyes curved, cheeks red—this was something she learned in the modern era.
Earlier, she heard the tune was nice and set it as her phone ringtone, but studying the lyrics made her blush and heart race……
Feng Qingcheng puzzled: “……What’s a little dirty song?”
Li Xi’er looked at him opposite, sitting so seriously and earnestly, and suddenly burst into laughter, tears streaming. “Senior Brother, you’re so dumb!”
Feng Qingcheng wanted to crack open her head to see what she was thinking.
For a moment, he realized what she meant.
“Can, you’re drunk. No matter what, I’m a young and vigorous man!”
“Hey! Anyway, you don’t understand! Besides, so what if a man? No problem. Your junior brother is actually a woman!” The implication was he liked men, but she was a woman. The only slight mistake was dressing in a handsome man’s outfit before leaving, letting the person before him immerse in the scene of the previous female-disguised-as-male junior brother Hua Can.
Feng Qingcheng was infuriated by her reminder. “Alright, no more drinking. Though your tolerance is good, it’s not good for your body! Come walk with Senior Brother. I’m a bit tired today and need your shoulder to lean on!”
Li Xi’er saw his fatigued face—probably something happened at the imperial court. She stood up, the world spinning a bit. This Pear Blossom White had strong aftereffects, making her dizzy!
Not sure if it was from staying too long in Luo Zhi’er’s body, or because the original body slept too long, her physique was truly different from the previous Hua Linglong.
Feng Qingcheng caught her and supported her.
“Senior Brother, what to do about your preference? You’re about to get married—won’t you wrong those two beautiful young women?”
The two walked arm in arm on the quiet street.
Feng Qingcheng was silent.
“Junior Brother, what if this prince runs away from the marriage? You and Senior Brother go into seclusion incognito.”
“You’re crazy, the Emperor would behead you!!!”
Where in the Feng Lan Kingdom was there another prince to replace him for the marriage alliance between the two countries?
“Senior Brother, wake up. I’m a woman, not a man. I know you like the previous Hua Can junior brother who practiced martial arts with you, but I’m not……” With some drunkenness, Li Xi’er spoke her true feelings. She thought to cut off his wild thoughts before his wedding!
She was Li Xi’er from the modern era, though her appearance was the same as Hua Linglong.
She gently covered her chest with her hand.
Though occasionally she could feel her heart aching piercingly—this must be the aftereffect from when he killed her.
“Whether you are or not, don’t I know clearly?”
Feng Qingcheng tucked the stray hair on her face behind her ear, chuckling lightly, his voice slurring with drunkenness: “Man is you, woman is you! Linglong is you, Can is you. To Senior Brother, what difference does it make?”
Li Xi’er nearly lost herself in his gentle and considerate words, but a thread of reason in her mind pulled her back to reality.
