When Shi Yi thinks about Xianyu, someone always comes to disturb her.

Weidong was no stranger to grassland dance, and even the steward who was present with him could dance quite well.

Weidong's dance is like a lively poem, dancing beside the bonfire.

His movements are smooth and natural, and every turn and every jump is full of delicate emotions.

Compared to the roughness of the grassland, his dance is more gentle and elegant.

His figure was light, like a flower swaying in the breeze, exuding a faint fragrance.

In Weidong's dance, the waving of his arms is poetic and picturesque, with graceful lines, as if depicting clouds floating in the sky.

His steps were light and agile, like a horse galloping on the grassland, yet still agile and graceful.

Every movement is just right, not too ostentatious and not too weak.

Weidong's dance style is unique, combining the boldness and grandeur of the grassland with his own delicacy and tenderness.

He interprets his inner world through dance, which has a unique charm.

His performance was like a clear spring, nourishing the soul of King Dongshan and bringing endless tranquility and beauty.

In his dance, King Dongshan seemed to be able to see the vast grassland, the blue sky and the creatures running freely.

Watching Weidong's passionate dance, King Dongshan wanted to drink some wine on his own initiative to calm his frantic heartbeat without anyone urging him to do so.

The shy little girl did not go to dance. She held the wine jug and poured wine for those who were not dancing. Finally, she stood next to King Dongshan.

Because King Dongshan was the one who could drink the most, one cup after another, so she simply poured more wine for him to see how much he could drink.

Xie Jiu drank as long as Wei Dong danced, and even when Wei Dong came back tired, Xie Jiu was not drunk.

"Haha...you have a good alcohol tolerance." The old leader praised King Dongshan.

It's a pity that he couldn't understand Hu language.

But he guessed it roughly, so he raised his glass and toasted with the old leader from a distance.

The old chief didn't care whether he could understand or not. He kept chattering and asked the children of similar age to toast the distinguished guest.

Although King Dongshan didn't talk, he had a really good alcohol tolerance. He drank a lot of alcohol with a group of people from the tribe and didn't fall down.

This changed the grassland people's view of the Han people's drinking capacity. In the past, they had somewhat despised the Han people's poor drinking ability and would fall down after just a few drinks.

Today's big guy looked quite powerful, which aroused the desire to win among the men on the grassland, and thus attracted more people to come here to drink.

Wei Dong also saw it. He was a little worried about Xie Jiu, but then he thought that he had never seen Xie Jiu drink, so he didn't know how much he could drink.

Anyway, his physical injuries have almost healed, so let him relax a little today.

Unexpectedly, Xie Jiu was like a fish in water. He did not lose out in a drinking contest with a group of men. The girls' attention was also attracted by Xie Jiu.

The girls on the grassland like young men who can drink, and they like strong men like Xie Jiu even more.

Later, all the little girls swarmed around him, and Xie Jiu was surprised by the unrestrained prairie girls.

Girls on the grassland are so unshy of strangers. Aren’t they afraid that their own parents will beat them?

Wei Dong saw Xie Jiu being surrounded by girls and in an awkward situation, and he laughed in glee at their misfortune, which was very unethical.

Xie Jiu felt helpless about Wei Dong’s inaction, and signaled with his eyes frantically: Come and save me!

As a result, Weidong picked up a glass of wine and took the initiative to toast the old leader, and the two of them talked and laughed.

After a while, some people started toasting Weidong, and he smiled and began to sing and dance with everyone.

The atmosphere became more and more lively, and the sounds of piano, drums, singing and laughter filled the sky of the grassland.

The flames from the burning bonfire illuminated the land, and everyone was laughing and talking happily.

Several grassland men also stood up and toasted enthusiastically. Wei Dong accepted all the toasts and fell down drinking in a short while.

The old chief was very satisfied!

Because I had inquired before, Manager Weidong could only drink five bowls of wine at most, but today he drank seven bowls before he fell down, which shows that he is very honest in the Hongri Tribe.

The dedicated guards following behind Weidong had never drunk a drop of alcohol.

Just as they were about to go forward to support the shopkeeper, their hands were empty and the shopkeeper was supported by a guy named Xie Jiu who was always by his side.

Weidong was half hanging on Xie Jiu's body.

The guards all acquiesced to Xie Jiu's behavior. This man was someone the shopkeeper cared about very much. They all knew about it, yes, they knew it.

They lived in the same tent, so their relationship was naturally special.

Xie Jiu put one arm around Wei Dong's waist and the other hand on his arm, protecting him as he walked back.

The guard followed his boss professionally and wanted to send him back to the tent. Xie Jiu did not stop him, as it was his responsibility and job.

When they got to the tent, King Dongshan carefully placed Weidong on the bed and poured him a glass of water. However, Weidong was already drunk and refused to drink.

King Dongshan put down the cup. In fact, he had never taken care of anyone, so he didn't know what to do. He touched his chin and tried to recall how his palace servants took care of him.

Oh?! Do you want to wash his face? Wipe his hands? Or wash his feet?

Never mind, just try them all.

Dongshan Wang fetched a basin of water, put the cotton towel in the basin to wet it, then took it out, wrung it twice, shook it, and folded it into a small square the size of a palm.

Then he wiped Wei Dong's face, which was red from drinking, twice. Wei Dong's neck was slender and white, so he couldn't help but wipe it twice as well.

Wei Dong didn't know whether it was the wet cotton towel or the strong liquor that stimulated him, but he began to move around dishonestly.

Xie Jiu held his hands together, not knowing what to do.

How about calling someone in?

As soon as this thought came to his mind, he felt uncomfortable and his heart rejected it for him.

In that case, I'll have to come by myself.

He picked up one of Wei Dong's hands. Wei Dong's fingers were very long with distinct joints. There were calluses on his fingers from writing, and there were also some thin calluses on his palms.

He knew that Weidong had suffered a lot during the time when his parents passed away, which made him not want to live at one point.

Fortunately, Weidong survived, right?

Otherwise, he would not be able to see such a good Wei Dong today. King Dongshan wiped Wei Dong's fingers one by one.

Who would have thought that he, a dignified prince, would personally take care of a drunkard without any reluctance in his heart.

After wiping, he did not let go of Weidong's hand immediately. He compared his own hand with Weidong's hand. His palm was broad and thick, while Weidong's hand was slender and thin.

Just like his people.

He didn't have any flesh on his body and looked frail, but when I hugged his waist just now, I could clearly feel that his muscles were firm and he was not as thin as he appeared.

Or, take advantage of the fact that he is drunk and won't resist, and touch him again?

Hey! Hurry up and pull back your escaping mind.

I really want to slap myself. People treat me as their brother, how can I take advantage of them when they are in trouble?

It's too cruel. We can't do this!

At least not here.

Oh! What a pity.