While Xue Sha was out doing business, Qi Yan ran out secretly with Qinglong's tacit consent.
When I came to Border City again, I lost the initial comfort and playfulness, but felt a little more uneasy.
Arriving at the Wulin Alliance's mansion by familiar routes, Qi Yan met Leng Daiyuan, whom he had not seen for a long time.
Leng Daiyuan, who had resumed her daughter's costume, was surprised for a moment when she saw Qi Yan, and then looked at him with a mocking look on her face: "What are you doing here?"
Qi Yan was also very angry and shouted at her: "What does it have to do with you?! Besides, what are you doing here? Don't you think Xizhao bothers you enough?"
Leng Daiyuan looked stern: "We have a noble status, how can we allow you to make irresponsible remarks?!"
"Noble status?" Qi Yan chuckled and rolled his eyes: "How can a person who is a traitor be so noble? Maybe he is too mouthy to marry, but he always wants to fly up a branch and become a phoenix!"
"you!"
"You! What are you shouting in front of the Wulin Alliance!" Two men who looked like guards came out, holding spears in their hands. They were tall and tall: "Go away quickly, otherwise don't blame the spears in my hands for being ruthless!"
Qi Yan coughed, and just as he was about to say something, he heard Leng Daiyuan yelling angrily from the side: "Who are you? You actually spoke to me like this!"
Seeing her being so arrogant, the two guards were also angry: "We are members of the Martial Arts Alliance!"
"Huh, it's just a guard dog. How dare you bark randomly before the owner says anything?" Leng Daiyuan is worthy of being a person of the 21st century. She doesn't use any curse words when she speaks, but her popularity trembles.
"You stinky girl!" A burly guard roared and was about to attack, but was held back by another guard.
"Wait a minute, do you think she is..." The two of them whispered for a long time, and finally glared at Leng Daiyuan and said, "Go in."
Leng Daiyuan sneered and looked at the two of them as if they were looking at a dead object.
—When I become the leader’s wife, you will feel better!
After Leng Daiyuan entered, Qi Yan raised his neck and looked at the two guards eagerly: "Hey, I want to see your alliance leader."
"Our leader is busy now and won't see any guests."
"Go and inform him, if your alliance wants to see me..." Qi Yan said, "Just tell him that the person who wants to see him is Qi Yan."
The two guards did not move at all and stood straight at the door: "Our leader has ordered us not to see any guests today!"
"Then, didn't that woman go in?" Qi Yan shouted: "She is so unreasonable and you still let her in!"
"That's a guest from our Wulin Alliance." The burly man glared at him: "If you continue to pester me, I will take action!"
Qi Yan shrank, turned around and left angrily.
-Why is she, Leng Daiyuan, a guest, and he is an outsider? ! That Leng Daiyuan obviously had a purpose, nothing could compare to his passion and sincerity, but he was rejected!
After finding a tavern, Qi Yan ordered two jars of fine wine, paired them with some side dishes, and drank alone.
… This is considered as drinking to relieve your worries.
The guests around him walked around one table after another. When the waiter saw Qi Yan sulking down his drink, he had no other intention. He thought to himself that this person must be troubled...
[The male protagonist’s favorability towards Qi Yan is +10, current favorability: 85]
In a daze, the system's voice sounded.
Qi Yan's cheeks were red, his eyes were dazed, and he looked straight at the familiar figure across the table.
"…Xizhao?"
Xizhao held the teacup in his hand and took a sip of tea: "Yes."
"You bad guy." Qi Yan snorted: "Are you the one who doesn't let me in? Sure enough, my brother is right. You must be annoying me to death, otherwise why wouldn't you let me in?"
"I'm not bothering you."
"Nonsense! You obviously have it!" Qi Yan poured himself another bowl of wine. Just as he was about to drink it, he was stopped by a pair of hands that smelled like bamboo.
"Don't drink any more, you're already drunk."
"I'm not drunk!" Qi Yan shouted, "Go away! Let me drink!"
"Why are you drinking?" Xizhao didn't listen to him, but forcefully grabbed the wine bowl.
Qi Yan looked at his empty hands and shrugged the tip of his nose aggrievedly: "I'm not in a good mood, so naturally I drink to relieve my sorrow!"
"You blame me for not welcoming you in? That's just because the guards followed orders. I've already fined them a monthly fee."
"Who cares whether the guards are guards or not..." Qi Yan raised his head and looked at Xizhao: "Why did you let that woman in but not me?"
The words that seemed to be complaining and serious made Xizhao pause his hands and remained silent.
Qi Yan felt cold in his heart: "Are you going to marry her?"
Xizhao drank the tea from the cup: "I didn't mean that."
"That means we have to make a deal with her, right?" Qi Yan asked Xizhao for confirmation with a sad face.
Xizhao poured himself a cup of tea and filled the empty cup: "Yes."
"Then let's marry her..." Qi Yan lowered his head in despair, his thoughts were confused and he had a splitting headache.
Xizhao did not speak, but put down the full tea cup, stood up, walked around behind Qi Yan, put his arm around his shoulders and brought him up.
"What are you doing? Let me go..."
"Go home, you need to rest."
"No! I want to keep drinking!" Qi Yan began to struggle: "I am upset, so I have to drink!"
Xizhao was no match for his drunkenness, so he only had to tap his sleeping point and pick him up when he fell down.
This man is really skinny.
After carrying Qi Yan back to the Wulin League, Xizhao shook his head and said softly: "Go down and receive the punishment." When he saw the shocked eyes of the guards at the door.
The two guards seemed to understand something and silently responded.
Arriving at the courtyard where Qi Yan originally lived, Xizhao kicked the door open, carefully carried Qi Yan into the side room, laid him down on the bed, took off his shoes and coat, and finally covered him with a quilt.
Staring at Qi Yan's rosy sleeping face, Xizhao sighed.
He turned around and came to the door and said to the waiting maid: "Finish the sobering soup."
"Yes." The maid bowed respectfully.
Xizhao closed the door, came back, and sat by the bed.
The pads of his fingers gently landed on Qi Yan's face, and he couldn't put it down for the cold, smooth touch. The reddish cheeks were not hot, but revealed a coolness from the bottom of his heart.
"It's really... noisy."
Xizhao murmured, but there was a doting and gentleness in his eyes that he had never noticed.
Turning his fingers slightly and tapping lightly on the sleeping point, Qi Yan seemed to be slowly waking up.
The drunkenness was not over yet. When Qi Yan woke up, he saw that his surroundings had changed. There was no wine or food, and he was in trouble for a while.
"Why don't you let me drink?! I won't spend your money!"
"You are a bad person! I want my brother to buy me a drink!"
"You are not Xizhao. Xizhao will definitely not agree to that woman!"
…
Sitting up from the bed, Qi Yan's mouth didn't stop, and he started to act drunkenly at the top of his lungs. Xizhao sat quietly next to him, watching him shouting in a confused direction in one direction, but not one word directed at him.
With a chuckle, Xizhao stood up: "Stop screaming, everyone else is asleep."
"I'm going to scream!"
"really?"
"really!"
"That's all..."
As soon as he finished speaking, Qi Yan felt that the back of his head was being fixed. Then, his vision went dark, and his mouth was blocked by soft, cold lips.