How much did I drink? Three pots? Five pots? Or seven or eight pots? I can't remember. I just know that after laughing wildly for a while, I don't remember anything else.
When he regained consciousness, the first thing that came to Ji Jiu's mind was the hearty drink he had had. However, when he tried to think about why he got drunk, he finally regained consciousness. He opened his eyes and looked around, only to find that he was lying on a spacious bed with a thin quilt covering his body.
After making sure that he was not sleeping on the street, he closed his eyes with a sigh of relief and was about to go back to sleep, but suddenly he realized something more important—he didn’t seem to be at home! Could it be that someone had put him up in a guesthouse when he was drunk, or had taken him home? Was there anyone so kind among his friends
Ji Jiu, who had just woken up from a dream, tried to sit up, but he had drunk too much wine before, so after he stood up, he fell heavily to the ground again. Because the noise was too loud, he soon heard footsteps, and then a hand lifted the gauze curtain.
"Awake? Looks like the hangover soup worked well."
Seeing the face clearly, Ji Jiu couldn't help but blink hard, but he still couldn't believe his eyes, so he shook his head and blinked hard again. When he was sure that he was not mistaken, he suddenly turned pale, and all the wine in his stomach turned into cold sweat. Before he could think of what to say, he found that he had been dragged up.
Even though the other person was shorter than him, he saw that he was holding his arm and walking out easily. When he stepped over the threshold, he was in a state of confusion and his feet hit the threshold hard. He groaned in pain and the remaining alcohol was mostly gone.
"Sorry, you're too tall."
Ji Jiu was choked by this insincere apology and was speechless. After the pain gradually subsided, he asked cautiously, "Where is this? How did I get here?"
"This is Zhang Yuan. I brought you back from the tavern." Ah Liu's answer was brief and to the point, but then he seemed to talk more than usual, "If the young master hadn't wanted to see you, you would have almost been sent to the brothel to spend the night."
Ji Jiu was already sweating all over, and after hearing the last sentence, he sweated even more. Although he was already 18 years old after the New Year, he was older than Zhang Shou, and had been to those brothels and had tasted the taste for women, but he still knew his limits. If he was found staying in a brothel tonight, it would be known to the whole city tomorrow!
Therefore, he immediately apologized with a smile: "Thank you, Sixth Brother, you really saved me once!"
This time, Ah Liu did not answer. He carried Ji Jiu forward easily, and when they reached the gate of a courtyard, they saw Yang Hao peeking out, and when he saw him, he hurried forward to help, but he asked directly: "Is there anyone else in the study?"
"Gone!" Yang Hao shook his head quickly, but when he was about to explain in detail the whereabouts of the burly Mr. Zhang San, Ah Liu gave him a sidelong look. He was trembling with fear and dared not say anything more. He watched Ah Liu bring Ji Jiu directly to the door of the study, knock on the door and carry him in.