The Little Gentleman

"Do you still want to watch?" Wei Zheng asked. Ren Chaomu didn't reply, he just sat crookedly with his arms around his fox fur, the strong wine filling his mouth as if he had swallowed a ball of fire. Even though he was choked and coughing, Ren Chaomu was still reluctant to let go of the wine bottle. The wine of Qin is rough and strong, carrying the wind and sand from the border, carrying the cold light of Qin Ge, and is extremely cold. Only the distant frontiers can produce such bold wine, and only the people of Qin can drink such wine. Ren Chaomu is not used to drinking. He just wants to get drunk once and then he will stop. He was at the top of the mountain, and she was at the bottom of the mountain. At the bottom of the mountain, thousands of lights were shining on the starry river. Wei Wei, the Marquis of Qin, was getting married to the young master of the Yan family. Ren Chaomu stood up unsteadily. The empty wine bottle was thrown down the mountain by him. He unfolded his red clothes and bowed. Bow to heaven and earth. Wei Zheng heard clearly what Ren Chaomu said.