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

When Zhang Jingwei picked up the pipa, Han Ye started laughing, and some musicians were also laughing.

That's right, he held the pipa the same way he held a guitar.

The pipa has four strings, but its range is wider than that of the guitar. It has a grid, just like the range of the piano, with the frets from bottom to top going from high to low.

So he tried playing two chords, raised the corner of his mouth, and tried playing "Two Tigers".

While playing, he was surprised to find that the sound of vibrato made him feel very comfortable.

Finally, he adjusted his sitting position, coughed lightly, and played a very nice ancient music "Listening to the Rain at Night in a Small Building Outside the Mountain".

The sound of the pipa was so beautiful and fitting that Zhang Jingwei couldn't help but sing: "Counting the ripe red beans as spring goes by..."

At this time, Xiao Cui walked gracefully to the center of the hall with light lotus steps.

Her light steps are as graceful as a fairy, and every step is full of poetry and artistry.

Xiao Cui closed her eyes slightly and immersed herself in the melody.

Her arms swayed gently like willows, and her fingers bloomed like petals.

Zhang Jingwei's singing seems to be telling a beautiful story, vividly expressing separation, loneliness and longing.

Xiao Cui's dance moves are graceful and unique, with the elegance of classical dance and the fiery style of Western dance.

Every turn and jump is so natural and smooth that people can't help but be attracted by it.

Xiao Cui's eyes are also very charming. Her gaze is sometimes as gentle as water, and sometimes as hot as fire. When her eyes meet Han Ye's, she exudes an irresistible charm.

After two crisp and pleasant overtones, Xiao Cui suddenly realized that the song was about to end.

She immediately performed an extremely graceful ending move.

I saw her dancing her fingers lightly, as graceful as a dancing butterfly.

Just as Zhang Jingwei said in the lyrics: "Let the longing drift with the wind~"

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The singing gradually faded away, but everyone was still immersed in the performance and stunned. It was only a wooden round of applause that brought them back to reality.

There was singing and dancing, and Han Ye was in high spirits.

Taking advantage of this momentum, several people forced Han Ye to drink several liters of wine.

"Not enough... General, is this slave's dance only worth a glass of wine?"

"Drink as much as the beauty says." Han Ye hugged Xiao Cui and began to become a little unconscious.

"At least three cups!" Xiao Cui looked at Han Ye with blurred eyes.

Han Ye picked up the wine glass and drank one glass after another, muttering: "Three glasses, three glasses."

A heavily armored soldier ran over and grabbed Han Ye.

"General, you can't drink any more!"

Han Ye pushed him away.

"Get lost, sir, we met too late, and I must be drunk tonight."

Zhang Jingwei also drank a glass of wine, then turned the glass over to Han Ye, indicating that he had toasted.

The few buckets of wine brought from Jia Village were not even half drunk, and the main drinkers in the room were Zhang Jingwei and Han Ye.

Yi Feiyu started to feel dizzy after drinking a few glasses. In order not to hinder today's activities, he stopped drinking.

Gao Fei yawned one after another. He didn't drink a drop of alcohol. Except for the moment when Zhang Jingwei was singing and playing the guitar, he was in a dormant state the rest of the time.

At this moment, Zhang Jingwei suddenly felt that he was in excellent condition. Not only was he not drunk at all, but he was becoming more and more sober.

He reached out and picked up a full jar of wine, tilted his head back and started to drink it in big gulps. This scene made everyone present look sideways.

"It's more enjoyable to drink like this!" Zhang Jingwei said with a provocative smile while drinking.

How could Han Ye admit defeat? He threw away the wine glass in his hand and picked up a jar of wine. However, before he could drink half of it, vomited out!

All the vomit was spit onto the heavily armored soldier next to him.

"General, you are drunk. Let us send you back to rest." The heavily armored soldier took the opportunity to help Han Ye up and walked to the second floor.

"Hey, I haven't drunk enough...Beauty...Beautiful..." Han Ye's voice became increasingly unclear.

When Zhao Wuchuan went downstairs and saw the mess, his eyes went dark.

Then he cursed the guards: "How much did godfather drink? You good-for-nothings, why didn't you stop him?"

"Go change your armor, it's so dirty!"

The air was filled with the smell of vomit and alcohol. Zhao Wuchuan pinched his nose and asked the heavily armored soldier to change his armor.

He took Han Ye in his arms and carried him to the bedroom on the second floor with difficulty.

Zhang Jingwei watched Han Ye being taken away, shook his head, and sighed in his heart: "This alcohol tolerance is too poor."

He turned to the others and found that Yi Feiyu had fallen asleep leaning on the chair, and Gao Fei was still yawning.

Zhang Jingwei felt bored and stood up from his seat. He saw Zhao Wuchuan directing the heavily armored soldiers to clean up the scene, so he walked over and patted him on the shoulder.

"Commander Zhao, stop working and let's go outside to get some fresh air and wake up." Zhang Jingwei suggested.

Zhao Wuchuan glanced at him and nodded. The two of them walked out of the attic and sat down on the steps at the door. The night breeze blew on their faces, making them feel a little cool.

"Young Master, you have really opened our eyes today. I didn't expect that you are not only good at playing the pipa, but also have such an amazing alcohol tolerance." Zhao Wuchuan praised.

"Haha, it's just a little sweet drink, thank you for the compliment. But I see that Captain Han likes to drink, so I just want to cater to the atmosphere." Zhang Jingwei analyzed.

"Yeah. My adoptive father is a captain and is usually very busy. He has no time to drink. It's a rare opportunity for him to relax today." Zhao Wuchuan agreed.

The two chatted for a while and their mood gradually became relaxed.

Zhang Jingwei tried to get some information out of Zhao Wuchuan: "Commander Zhao, I heard that someone named 'Mr. Wang' is coming soon. What is he doing here?"

Zhao Wuchuan looked at Zhang Jingwei in surprise and asked, "Ah, this? Isn't Mr. Wang a retainer of the Prince of Jin's Mansion? How could you not know this, young master?"

Zhang Jingwei was speechless for a moment and could only mumble: "Ah? Oh... uh... ouch, just a bit of fresh air, why is my brain still not working well? It seems I can't handle the alcohol either, let's go back to the house!"

Zhao Wuchuan looked puzzled, then said, "You are not the prince, but you don't look like a liar!"

Zhang Jingwei put away his guilty expression, and looked serious and a little desperate.

Zhao Wuchuan immediately waved his hand and said, "Your Excellency, there's no need to reveal your identity. Wuchuan means no harm, I just think that what you're doing... is a bit too frivolous."

Zhang Jingwei laughed and said, "Han Ye is your adoptive father. Commander Zhao, what you are doing is unfilial!"

Zhao Wuchuan stopped, holding onto the guardrail, his face expressionless as he recounted his past to the night sky: "My biological father died on the battlefield with the Rong people. I was still young at that time, and Han Ye was very kind to our family... until he raped my mother!"