Normally, the old general only had one bowl of rice a day. Today he had three bowls, which was not as good as he thought, but it was pretty good.
The old general did not refute. He took the wine bowl and was reluctant to drink it all at once. Instead, he sipped it carefully.
Weiyang likes shrimp with jade belt, tofu with tomato sauce, mushroom and bamboo shoots, and stir-fried green vegetables. She doesn't like meat at all, while Yan Gui and the old general like duck stew, lamb rolls, steamed pork with lotus leaf flour, and crispy salt-baked chicken, and occasionally some vegetarian dishes.
The meal lasted until the moon was at its highest point in the sky. Weiyang drank half of the pot of peach wine, and the rest was poured into the bowl by the old general with disgust.
She felt that she was not drunk, but just felt a little swollen and dizzy.
"You are drunk." Yan Gui, drunkenly, took her hand and walked towards the small courtyard where she lived.
Wei Yang stopped and looked at Yan Gui seriously: "I'm not drunk, I'm sober, if you don't believe me, ask me."
"What do I want to ask you?" Yan Gui picked her up with a smile and let her sit in his arms.
Wei Yang hugged his neck and rubbed his big head. After thinking for a long time, she whispered, "Ask me if I like you."
Yan Gui asked readily, "Do you like me?"
"I like it." Wei Yang hugged Yan Gui's neck and bit his neck directly: "I like it very much."
After saying that, he was dissatisfied and smacked Yan Gui's cheek, stretched out his arms and said, "Do you like it that much?"
There were not many servants in the general's mansion, and the garden was deserted with almost no one to be seen. However, Yan Gui knew that there were many secret guards hiding in the darkness, and their every move was under the eyes of countless people.
He could only quicken his pace while holding Wei Yang in his arms, and soon entered Wei Yang's yard.
"Will you sleep with me?" Yan Gui bent down and was about to put Wei Yang on the bed, but Wei Yang held him tightly by the collar and refused to let go.
Konggu and Youlan, who were preparing to wash Weiyang with hot water, froze. They could neither move forward nor retreat with the hot towel. Yan Gui glanced at them and reached out to take the towel: "I'll do it."
The two men felt as if they had been pardoned. They put down their towels and basins and quickly left the room.
Yan Gui took off Wei Yang's coat and wiped his face and hands carefully. He stood up and prepared to wash himself. Wei Yang thought he was going to leave, so she held Yan Gui and wouldn't let him go. She hugged his waist, buried her head in his arms, and cried softly, "Don't leave, sleep with me, I'm scared."
When she was little, she had just been assigned a courtyard and was afraid to sleep alone, so she pestered her mother. Every time, her mother gave in to her and accompanied her to sleep. Later, when she grew up, her mother stopped accompanying her, except when she was sick.
She is not sick now, but she has no mother, so she wants her uncle to sleep with her.
Yan Gui could only wipe his face with a towel and coaxed softly: "I will stay with you until you fall asleep."
The little girl blinked her eyes and looked at Yan Gui aggrievedly, as if she had suffered a great injustice, and begged in a low voice: "Don't leave, I'm scared."
Yan Gui had no choice but to push her in, unbuttoned his coat and lay down again.
The person in his arms quickly came over and hugged him tightly. He quickly retreated, but the little person followed him out again. He approached him without hesitation and entangled himself with his hands and feet.
Wei Yang grabbed onto Yan Gui’s collar tightly and held on tightly: “Uncle, please don’t leave, okay.”
Yan Gui couldn't help but hug her tightly, locking her in his arms, and whispered, "Okay."