After traveling through time, I rely on force to survive

Chapter 232 Don't Move, Just for a Moment

As soon as Xie Xuan'an finished speaking, Wu Meng instantly thought of the two bottles of expensive wine that Li Qingqing sold on the black market.

He had a bad feeling in his heart, as if the two bottles of wine had returned again!

He secretly glanced at Li Qingqing who was sitting next to him and noticed that she was a little absent-minded and obviously in a bad mood.

Wu Meng could only cough lightly and politely declined calmly, "Just drink it, I won't join in."

Xie Xuanan simply assumed that Uncle Wu didn't like to get involved in gatherings with young people, so he responded, "Well, since Uncle Wu doesn't want to, I can't force him."

Li Qingqing thought of Hong Su because of Bai Shuang's incident. She was really depressed because two of her seven closest friends back then were gone.

It was just that because Zhou Yimo and the other three were leaving tomorrow, she didn't show any other emotions on the surface.

She didn't care much about the strong liquor that Xie Xuan'an mentioned.

After all, the brewing technology she mastered was unique. Although the tools were a bit simple, she brewed real liquor.

Their dirty liquors are nothing but fermented wine.

Even if you insist on fermenting it over and over again, at best the alcohol content will only be slightly higher than that of rice wine.

No matter how good the "liquor" is, how can it be as strong as the one she brews?

However, it doesn't matter whether the liquor is strong or not. Taking the opportunity of giving the three of them a farewell party, I have a good reason to relieve my depression with wine.

Zhou Yimo didn't really like drinking, so he asked curiously, "The name of the wine is so domineering, isn't this wine even more domineering?"

Xie Xuanan immediately smiled and said,

"I heard from Ah Zhe that this wine is extremely strong, and that in one glass it contains the majestic power of war and iron cavalry. I think he must have exaggerated. Let's take a look together."

After Xie Xuanan finished speaking, he shouted to the door, "Azhe, bring the wine in quickly."

After hearing Xie Xuan'an's instructions, Azhe walked into the hall holding the carved wooden box.

He placed the carved wooden box on the table, bowed and said,

"My Lords, I was ordered by my Madam to invite you home. I accidentally obtained this wine while passing through the black market at the border."

As Ah Zhe spoke, he opened the carved wooden box.

"According to the seller, it was something like 'One drink makes the mountains and rivers strong, another drink... and another drink makes the sun and moon dim.' Well, I don't remember exactly what it was, but anyway, it was extremely strong. It was said to be called "Drunk Without a Trace."

Li Qingqing didn't take it seriously at first. She was drinking tea from the teacup. When she heard this, she almost spit out a mouthful of tea.

She suddenly looked at Azhe, and looked at him carefully again and again. Oh my god, isn’t this the guy who was fooled by spending two hundred taels of silver?

Li Qingqing glanced at Wu Meng who was sitting next to her and found that he was concentrating on drinking tea with his eyes lowered.

The tea in the teacup was clearly less than half full, but he had already taken more than ten sips and still hadn't finished it.

Li Qingqing: "..."

Li Qingqing: Is it too late to slip away now?

Wu Meng: I’m afraid it’s too late.

At this time, this unfortunate victim did not recognize Li Qingqing and Wu Menglai.

He lowered his head and carefully opened the carved wooden box, then uncovered the brocade inside, revealing two neatly arranged pottery jars.

Li Qingqing: ...

It turned out to be a genuine liquor brewed by her own hands.

No inspection required.

Li Qingqing's gaze shifted from the two pottery jars to Xie Xuanan's face.

She found that the smile that Xie Xuan'an had been expecting froze on his face instantly when he saw the two pottery jars.

Those narrow and long peach blossom eyes gradually became rounder like the first blooming peach blossoms.

He was stunned for two seconds and then turned to Li Qingqing mechanically.

As their eyes met, Xie Xuan'an couldn't help but ask in confusion, "This—isn't this the batch of wine-filled pottery jars you asked me to order?"

Li Qingqing agreed awkwardly, "Well, they do look a bit like each other."

When Ah Zhe heard Li Qingqing's voice, he looked up and asked curiously, "Hey, are you the wine seller?"

Li Qingqing: "..."

"The seller of wine?" Xie Xuan'an was confused.

Ah Zhe thought he had a good memory. Although he had changed his clothes, he was clearly the absent-minded seller!

He immediately looked at Xie Xuan'an, "Master! I bought my wine from him. I spent two hundred taels of silver!"

No, that carved wooden box also cost him a lot of money.

Xie Xuanan: "..."

What kind of wine is so expensive?

Oh no, how come he didn’t know that this pottery jar of wine could be sold for one hundred taels?

Before anyone could speak, Ah Zhe turned his gaze and inadvertently caught sight of Wu Meng again. "And him, he was there too. I remember this old white man—!"

Zhou Yimo: "Ahem, he is the Imperial Master!"

Xie Xuanan: "Azhe, go wait outside."

"Ah! I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I said something wrong, I'll take my leave." Azhe's face changed, he saluted to everyone, and ran away.

Wu Meng: “…”

You are the old man with white hair. Don’t you see that this white hair shows the immortal temperament of our master?

When Xie Xuan'an saw that Li Qingqing and Wu Meng didn't say anything, he already understood in his heart that these two people really went out secretly to sell alcohol.

Xie Xuanan stared at Li Qingqing with resentment and murmured, "Is this wine called Zui Wuhen?"

"Ah, well, Xiao Xie, you think this wine has a good name too, right? Actually, I think it's good too."

Xie Xuan'an's eyes suddenly lit up, "Then let's taste this wine together later?"

He remembered those first few drops of liquor he tasted.

Although it was only a few drops, the strength of the liquor in his throat was stronger than any other liquor he had ever drunk before.

If he hadn't considered the high demand for blended wine and didn't want to waste the original liquid, he would have wanted to drink as much as he wanted.

"Okay, of course I have to try it!" Li Qingqing looked at Wu Meng with a smile, "Master State Master, you should try it too."

In the end, except for Zhou Yimo, everyone including Li Feng tasted the liquor that Li Qingqing had recently named.

Without exception, all were drunk.

Zhou Yimo didn't drink because he knew his wife was in a bad mood and if she got drunk, no one would take care of her.

At this time, he was supporting the drunk Li Qingqing towards the bedroom.

"Walk slower." Zhou Yimo reminded in a low voice, his arms firmly protecting Li Qingqing's slender waist.

The drunk Li Qingqing staggered, and if she wasn't supported, she might have crashed into the pillar again.

Seeing someone supporting her, Li Qingqing paused.

She raised her misty eyes and saw Zhou Yimo's well-defined profile. She stared at him for a few seconds and suddenly chuckled softly.

"Sir...you are so handsome..."

When Zhou Yimo heard this, his face turned red and the corners of his mouth began to rise involuntarily.

He looked down at Li Qingqing.

Her cheeks were flushed, and her bright black eyes seemed to be covered with a layer of mist, but it could not hide the joy that overflowed in her eyes.

"I'll help you back to your room first, and then make you some sobering soup." Zhou Yimo persuaded in a low voice, his voice full of pampering.

Li Qingqing didn't move. She was looking at Zhou Yimo happily.

Suddenly, a hint of doubt flashed in those dark eyes.

"I remember now... you look like my handsome husband..."

Zhou Yimo didn't know whether to laugh or cry, "My wife, you are drunk."

"Are you drunk?" Li Qingqing murmured, and suddenly said aggrievedly,

“Can you give me a hug… lend me your shoulder….”

Zhou Yimo's breathing stopped.

Before he could react, he saw Li Qingqing had already stretched out her hands, staggered forward a step, and threw herself into his arms.

Zhou Yimo subconsciously reached out to catch it, and saw that the arms had already hugged him tightly.

"Don't move..." Li Qingqing murmured with her eyes closed. She buried her face in his chest.

"Just for a moment..."

Zhou Yimo looked down at her and suddenly felt her suppressed sobs and her thin body trembling slightly.

At this moment, she was like a wounded child.

Zhou Yimo didn't say anything, but just tightened his arms and held her tightly in his arms.

“…I feel bad.”

"I know." Zhou Yimo responded in a low voice.

"Hold tight."

"it is good."