Being an emperor is not something he can do, so he can only rely on his connections.

As soon as Zhang Jingwei went downstairs, Han Ye walked in.

He smiled and said, "Sir, what do you think of my attic?"

Zhang Jingwei sneered: "Well, it's really good. Where have you been for so long?"

Han Ye smiled without saying anything, just clapped his hands.

A group of beautiful dancers walked in and stood in a neat row.

Their faces had obvious tear marks, and because they were wearing little, one could see that they had many scars on their bodies. From their expressions, it was clear that they were not volunteers, nor were they real dancers.

Zhang Jingwei and Gao Fei exchanged glances, wondering what Han Ye was up to.

"Sir, I see, it's a bit monotonous with only one girl by my side." He put his arm around a dancer's waist and continued, "Don't look at my small water defense camp, but I built this building to house my beautiful girl."

At this time, a group of musicians came in with various musical instruments, sat down in the corner and began to play music.

The dancers danced gracefully. Although they were not professional dancers, they were definitely trained and had good stepping skills, but their movements were so mechanical.

Han Ye noticed that Zhang Jingwei was staring blankly, and thinking that he had won his favor, he asked in a flattering manner.

"I wonder if I am qualified to taste His Royal Highness's wine?"

At this time, Zhang Jingwei not only heard Han Ye's question, but also heard a very small sound of teeth grinding, clicking.

It is easy to fly fish.

At this moment, he gritted his teeth and clenched his fists, making a sound.

Because he saw his wife among the dancers.

"Vulgar! So vulgar! Get those people out." Zhang Jingwei shook his head and said with a sigh.

Han Ye was stunned for two seconds, then smiled and waved his hand to send the people away.

"You're quite obedient. I'll give you some wine!"

After receiving the reward, Han Ye immediately asked everyone to sit down.

Zhang Jingwei sat down in the seat next to him, while Han Ye walked up the stairs to his seat.

As soon as he sat down, he felt his hair stand on end, and quickly stood up and invited Zhang Jingwei to take the seat.

Just as Zhang Jingwei was about to stand up, he saw Gao Fei, who was standing next to him, waving his hand under the table, signaling him not to go.

So Zhang Jingwei pushed Han Ye away and said, "No, no. I'm a casual person and I'll sit wherever I want. Don't ruin my mood."

Han Ye was embarrassed and said, "This... You are the king and I am the minister. How can you let the minister sit on the upper throne and let the prince sit on the lower one?"

Zhang Jingwei said: "But now you are the host and I am the guest..."

"Then, I'll sit down too..."

After a few people sat down, they found that there was an empty seat, so they let Gao Fei sit there.

Yi Feiyu sat next to Zhang Jingwei, and whispered to him: "Sitting in the upper seat is too obvious, it's hard to guard against hidden arrows."

Zhang Jingwei was shocked: It turns out that Han Ye didn't dare to sit on it.

Looking back at these heavily armored soldiers, there was one standing behind each of them.

After a while, the food and wine were served.

Han Ye raised his glass.

"I will offer a toast to Your Highness. I hope Your Highness will forgive me for any offenses I may have caused you since this is our first meeting."

Zhang Jingwei also picked up the wine glass and drank it all.

This sake is still sweet and mellow, with a slightly yellowish color, but not as turbid as the rice wine that Zhang Shiyi took out last time.

This sweetness is similar to the "soft drink with Jagermeister" that people often make in bars, but Zhang Jingwei doesn't like foreign liquor. Every time he drinks it, he only feels a medicinal taste.

The wine from Kejia Village is sweet, with a malty aroma, and the alcohol content is not very high. It melts in your mouth and is silky smooth.

"Good wine! I haven't had sake in a long time. Come on, General Yi Qian, this guard brother, come drink!"

What a drunkard he is! He drank three cups without even eating a single bite of food.

Moreover, this wine glass is not a wine vessel like a "jue" or "zun", nor is it the small and exquisite white jade cup seen on TV.

It is a bowl, a little smaller than the bowl for eating, and one bowl holds half a liter!

This kind of wine will never make you drunk, and you won’t feel dizzy when you are blown by a gust of wind.

Seeing Gao Fei not drinking, Han Ye asked dissatisfiedly, "Sir, why is your guard masked?" Then he leaned against Gao Fei's desk and looked him over, "You look very familiar, brave man."

Zhang Jingwei said, "My guard has caught a cold and cannot drink."

Seeing that Gao Fei still refused to drink, Han Ye continued to persuade him, "Can't drink? Wouldn't that be boring?"

Gao Fei was speechless when he saw Han Ye was still going strong. He suddenly started coughing loudly, pounding his thighs with his hands as if in great pain.

Han Ye was stunned when he saw Gao Fei like this, and then a look of disgust appeared on his face. He quickly covered his nose and quickly stepped aside, fearing that he would be infected.

The table was two meters long and the bench was also long. Xiao Cui and Zhang Jingwei sat together. It was very quiet from the beginning. They just ate quietly and drank quietly without any communication.

It was not until Zhang Jingwei stretched out a hand, put his arm around Xiao Cui's waist and hugged her in his arms that Xiao Cui understood what he meant and fed her wine and food that the atmosphere between them began to become tense.

Zhang Jingwei noticed a pair of burning eyes staring at them, and hurriedly said, "My little beauty, go and offer a glass of wine to Captain Han."

Xiao Cui was also not vague. She walked up to Han Ye with a wine glass and said in a delicate voice: "General, I toast you a glass and wish you a continuous promotion."

"Hey, okay, okay." Han Ye quickly picked up the wine, took a sip, and drank it all in one gulp.

When Xiao Cui returned to her seat, she turned around and cast a coquettish glance at Han Ye. Zhang Jingwei lay in his arms, posing coquettishly, his eyes full of seduction. He slowly raised a finger and slowly drew circles on Zhang Jingwei's chest.

Han Ye's blood boiled instantly, and of course he wasn't the only one. Zhang Jingwei's blood boiled after just this teasing, and Xiao Cui didn't care about his life or death at all.

After three rounds of wine and five dishes, Han Ye's eyes never left Xiao Cui. Zhang Jingwei was secretly delighted when he saw this, because he knew the fish had taken the bait.

"Captain Han, we hit it off right away. Why don't we have another drink?" Zhang Jingwei raised his glass and said to Han Ye.

"Okay, let's do it!" Han Ye responded readily.

At this time, Xiao Cui stood up again and filled Han Ye's glass with wine. She moved closer to Han Ye, almost touching him. Han Ye's eyes were fixed on him, and he completely forgot that the person in front of him was Zhang Jingwei's woman.

Zhang Jingwei pretended to be drunk, watching all this with narrowed eyes. He was thinking in his heart that he would wait until Han Ye was almost drunk before trying to get him to talk.

"Captain Han, what do you think of my little beauty?" Zhang Jingwei suddenly asked.

"Beautiful, so beautiful..." Han Ye murmured.

"Haha, in that case, I'll help you out and give her to you, how about that?" Zhang Jingwei said generously.

"This...how dare I accept this..." Han Ye was flattered, but his hands were honest and had already begun to wander around Xiao Cui's body.