Chapter Thirty-Six: Shared Cup

  Zhou Lang hated to turn around and leave, but unfortunately, his shoulder was pressed by Qin Langjun.

  "This time, still, two."

  A woman's voice followed closely after the maid's.

  On Saturday, Lang cursed in his heart, and although the voice was wooden, he could hear a few notes of ridicule.

  There is no master without servant.

  This must be her voice.

  Indeed, it's unpleasant to hear, and even less than a maidservant; it's strange that precious stones are treated as rubble.

  Qin Langjun raised his head and saw a woman standing under the corridor from inside the door.

  At this time, the snowflakes had turned into snowflowers, fluttering and swirling in the vast expanse of white mist. Amidst this backdrop, a woman with a deep robe and large sleeves, her black hair hanging down, stood out strikingly.

  This is the very same Cheng Niangzi who was abandoned at the Daoist temple for nearly ten years and then traveled a thousand miles alone to return.

  This is the person who used to laugh at me for being stupid, the pure and gentle Cheng Niangzi.

  This is that tea-disdaining, food-picky, come-and-go-as-you-please Miss Cheng.

  I have long admired you.

  Qin Langjun stretched out his hand, seemingly making a gesture of invitation from afar.

  Qin Langjun lost his leverage and fell forward slightly, fortunately Xiao Shuai and Zhou Liulang were quick-witted and quickly supported him.

  Several people came in with some uncertainty.

  "My dear, I've come to drink a cup with you." Qin Langjun said, without any pleasantries or formalities, as if they were old acquaintances. He called out, leaning on his cane, and walked step by step towards her.

  The maid was slightly surprised.

  Jiang Yao also looked at him, but her expression remained unchanged.

  "Will a cripple look better if he takes off all his clothes?" she asked.

  The little servant almost slipped and fell under the corridor, with a terrified face. What a bold and uninhibited young lady!

  Zhou Lang frowned and hummed.

  "Come on, stupid! I'll really strip naked and let you see. What will you do?" he shouted bluntly.

  The maid covered her eyes with her hands. It's shameful for others to see or hear, so I won't listen or look.

  Jiang Nang's gaze turned to him and slowly swept over him again.

  "What does it have to do with me?" she said.

  Zhōu rú láng bèi yē de liǎn hóng bó zǐ cū.

  Translation: Zhou Rulang's face turned red with anger, his neck thickening.

  "My dear lady, this barbarian has gone too far." Qin Langjun took over the conversation and said, "I must come to have a drink with you."

  Jiang Nang looked at him.

  "Same cup?" she asked.

  Qin Langjun looked at her and raised the wine bowl he had been holding since he came out of Zhou Lang's house.

  "Alas." he said.

  Same cup? Same sorrow?

  What are they talking about?

  "My daughter has hands and feet, but is being held captive by this barbarian. Just like me, a disabled person with incomplete limbs, my heart is filled with resentment, unable to be free. Alas, alas! Qin Langjun laughed loudly, downing his wine in one gulp, " Shared sorrow, shared sorrow, who knows the sorrow in our hearts."

  He burst out laughing loudly, but the maid beside him felt a pang in her heart.

  Helpless. Helpless.

  Who wants to come home this week, who wants to come home this week. It was taken by the northern barbarians, first kidnapped and then forced to apologize, everywhere for the strong, but not thinking where the mistake is, nor thinking where the wife's sorrow is.

  How helpless she must feel in her heart, trapped in this female body, resentful of these blood ties that cannot be spoken, struggled or escaped.

  It's okay, it's okay, someone knows, someone knows.

  The maid raised her hand to cover her eyes, and tears fell down.

  This young man is not bad.

  Zhou Lang glanced at Qin Langjun, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes, before immediately tightening his face again.

  The door is open and people sitting in the house can see the snowflakes flying outside.

  "You're really pushing it, you're really pushing it!" Qin Langjun was still holding the wine bowl and laughing loudly, pointing at Zhou Liulang and then at the sky. "I can't even hit the sky, let alone you?"

  He finished speaking and struck again with his cane.

  "Qin Sangzi, that's enough." Zhou Liulang scolded with a stern face, reaching out to grab his crutch and take it away.

  "On Saturday, don't you still know where you're wrong?" Qin Langjun smiled and said, pointing at him with his wine cup, "You, deceiving people too much."

  The maid on the side also looked at Shūroku with anger, no mistake, he said he admitted his mistake, but he didn't think he was wrong at all!

  How dare you!

  Zhou Lang sat down with a sullen face and an angry tone.

  "At first, I was wrong to take your maid away without a care," he said. "You have every right to be angry and resentful, come at me if you must, for the sake of our ancestors and elders, but don't blame the Zhou family, don't blame this surname."

  "Since you're thinking of your grandmother and aunt, how can you treat her like this?" Qin Langjun said, still holding the empty wine bowl in his hand. "Pour wine, pour wine, I'll share my sorrow with my wife."

  "Yes, we have wronged you too much." Zhou Liulang gritted his teeth and said, looking at Cheng Jiaoniang, "Whatever it is, just speak up."

  "You mean to say that she won't forgive, and won't tell you how to make amends, it's all her fault? And you're the one who's wronged?" Qin Langjun said with a shake of his head, pointing at Cheng Jiaoniang and looking at Zhou Liulang. "Good words or bad, it's all been said by you, Liulang. When doing things, there's no one as deceitful as you."

  The maid nodded, no mistake, no mistake.

  The girl couldn't say it herself, but this young man in front of her said these words for her, showing that someone did understand the grievances she had suffered.

  "I just want to do something, I don't know how." Zhou Liuzi sat up straight and said with a stern face, "You can vent your anger however you like."

  He said and looked at Cheng Jiaoniang.

  Across from them, Jingniang had been quietly sitting without saying a word. At this moment, seeing them looking over, she fell silent for a moment, stretched out her hand to cover her mouth and let out a yawn.

  "What's wrong, aren't you going to take it off?" she said.

  The originally heartbroken maid almost burst out laughing upon hearing this and hurriedly covered her mouth with her hand.

  "Jiangniang, are you done yet!" Zhou Liulang shouted, kneeling up on one knee.

  Qin Lang also smiled.

  "It's not over." He said, smashing the wine bowl in his hand towards Shūrokurō, "Get out of here quickly, don't bother people here."

  "Qin Sangzi, what are you doing here trying to join in on the fun!" Zhou Liulang said with a huff, taking the wine bowl.

  "Get out! I never thought you'd be this kind of person, I must have been blind to think otherwise. If you don't leave, I'll disown you from now on." Qin Langjun said, pointing towards the door.

  Zhou Lang gritted his teeth and glared, then swung his robe and strode out in big steps.

  Outside the hospital gate, many people stood quietly, even those holding umbrellas were almost covered in snow.

  "Sixth Master, is Master Qin inside by himself? This, this isn't good." Madame Zhou hastily said, while reaching out to grab her son.

  "What's wrong? Let that fool take advantage of him, it's better!" Zhou Liulang said with a bad tone and walked away with big strides.

  Mrs. Zhou wanted to shout but didn't dare to shout loudly.

  "This child, what is he talking about?" she said, "Depend on others, that Qin family, are they so good at being lazy?"

  If she could rely on it, with so many daughters at home, she would have had ideas long ago.

  Qin Lang, what's going on? Are you really drunk?

  Only Qin Langjun was left in the house, watching Zhou Liulang walk away, seemingly very happy.

  "This kind of person must be taught a lesson." He said with a clap of his hands, "Too deceitful."

  He finished speaking and turned his head to look at Cheng Jiaoniang.

  "My dear daughter, calm down, it's him who should be angry, not you." he said.

  Jiang Nang looked at him and hummed in response.

  "That's natural." She said, looking at Qin Langjun, "He's gone, are you still undressing?"

  It's too scary... Qin Langjun's servant is so angry that he wishes to bury his head in his neck, what a fool! What kind of nonsense are you talking about?!

  Qin Langjun looked at her and burst out laughing.

  "If you want to see it, I don't mind taking it off," he said with a wry smile. "It's just that my incomplete body isn't very pleasant to look at."

  On the 29th of the last month of the lunar year, it's the birthday of the God of Wealth. Wishing everyone a speedy fortune!

  I'll keep updating, everyone happy new year, spare time reading articles, I give you all a New Year's bow ~(....)