ZHAO JUREN'S LAST LOVE
CHAPTER 39. Missing Under the Liu Tree

"Gluks!" Zhao Juren took a sip of the last wine from the first urn, the smell of hard and sweet could really make people unwilling to stop looking at her.

"Hi, Mister. You waiting for me?"

Zhao Juren was surprised by the loud clap on her shoulder, the wine cup in her hand was about to fall, she turned her head and found. Someone with a giranh face seemed to find what he was in his way.

"Changyi?" Zhao Juren blinked her eyes, the one who came was the one she did not expect.

"Mr Lian Ju, surely you are waiting for me here? There's no way you'd want to spend the two urns on your own." Changyi, without asking, sat down directly on the chair opposite the table, taking a glass from the table that was available in such a way there.

"You...? Why here?" Zhao Juren frowned.

"Why surprised? You're not happy to see me or you're waiting for someone other than me?" Changyi asked with a curious look.

Zhao Juren did not reply, she became misbehaved.

"I'm looking for you, sir. From last night. But you're lost like you were swallowed by a ghost. You should have witnessed how Miss Siaw, the famous dancer danced her sword dance in front of the princes and Miss Ping her student was like floating in the air while dancing her most famous flying fan dance from the south of Niangxi." Changyi with his sinless face gulped down the wine he poured himself excitedly.

"Didn't you want to see the princesses and snatch my Nan Palace cake to ease your soul mate?" Zhao Juren once again looked towards the door of the tavern, secretly hoping for Xue Xue to appear there soon.

"Akh, hunting noble soul mate is extraordinarily difficult, they turn out to be arrogant and very picky. With my face as handsome as this, they still hope for more. I think the rich girls will be all old virgins." Changyi blabbed a short length while continuing to drink. His face was flushed, two cups only he already looked almost drunk.

This Arak Huangjiu from Xiantan is indeed amazing, for people who are not used to drinking will become drunk earlier.

"Changyi, will you be able to get close to princess Louxia?" Zhao Juren asked on a whim.

"Ha.tuan Lian Ju likes to joke apparently, let alone approach the hall of greatness, see from a distance the difficulty is not a reed. I doubt the story of the princesses being able to choose the commoners at the Lantern party, they only met the arrogant young men who were smart-ass boys of the nobles who were allowed to enter the hall. Of course their soul mate is there." Changyi. For the fourth glass of his face was already similar to a boiled crab.

"Eh, sir..When did you go back south? where's your town?" Changyi asked curiously.

Zhao Juren hesitantly replied, he did not know which area of Niangxi was the southernmost of which province or which district. All he knew was the Lijiang area, the northern region adjacent to Shicuan, Yanzhi.

"Thank you!" Zhao Juren finally got the sense.

"Don't this Mr Lian Ju from Qianan? isn't Qianan the southernmost place?" Changyi frowned.

Zhao Juren picked up her glass and raised it into the air right in front of her nose.

"Let's toast to his guess." Zhao Juren smiled slightly at Changyi. This young man of responsibility did look pretentious but he was actually innocent.

Both of them sipped wine from their glasses.

Time creeping does not memubris night which is even more lively before midnight.

Xue Xue reneged on her promise, what did Zhao Juren expect from a promise while then a woman.

Zhao Juren added a few more urns and was completely drunk with Changyi. Hearing the young boy's chatter about various things until Changyi finally silenced himself due to the influence of arak huang jiu Xiantan.

Zhao Juren stared at the door of the tavern with a hint of disappointment. One by one, the visitors came and went, but not Xue Xue.

Zhao Juren's gaze was fixed on Changyi across his desk, this man now could not help but raise his head. He fell asleep on the table in his seat with his own arm.

"Servant!" Zhao Juren called the shopkeeper. Pay everything.

"Do you know him?" Zhao Juren asked as she pointed at Changyi.

"Yes, sir. He was Cu Changyi. Teacher Cu's son."

"You know his house."

"Yes, the host is west of town near the public library."

"Please find someone to take him to his house. He can't seem to walk alone." Zhao Juren took out a few tails in addition to the pocket under her cloak.

The waiter bowed obediently and bid farewell and did not forget to come back to their tavern when Zhao Juren stepped out.

Many glasses of wine huang jiu enter through his throat but it is not that easy he became unconscious because of the influence of wine. Zhao Juren used to drink even the best and hardest wine in Yanzhi. This wine does not easily subdue him.

However, Zhao Juren did not lie huang jiu differently, the head gradually became heavy. Zhao Juren just kept stepping out of the tavern. At midnight, the atmosphere of the city is still crowded but not as crowded as before maybe some people go home or resting place, continue the party or sleep because of fatigue.

Zhao Juren walked towards the direction of his inn but when he reached an intersection he stood there for a moment. In the face of the lantern in his hand, he did not forget to take her for some reason when he came out of the tavern. The lanterns were glowing dimly, but Zhao Juren's steps were fixed in the opposite direction of his inn. He walked to the shore of the lake not far from the main road.

There weren't many people there, only a few who seemed to have accidentally passed by. Carefully carrying his lantern, towards the edge of the lake, his memory floated at the lantern feast celebrated in Yubei every year, people would lay their lotus-shaped lanterns on the surface of the water and let them float there until thousands of lanterns filled the surface of the lake. The view is very beautiful and can only be seen in Yanzhi.

Longing to ambush, Zhao Juren held on to the trunk of the Liu tree that jutted into the lake.The emerald green lake water in the dark soaked the tip of his robe, but he did not care at all, he said, the twigs of the liu tree on the banks of the yellowing river dangled before his face, faintly itchy, entwining him, like a chain of fate, gently sweeping across his shoulders.

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