General, cut off your sleeves!

"Thank you"

"No need. Just apologize for my misunderstanding you that day." He smiled as elegantly as a jade, like a handsome young man.

At this time, Mo Wanqing's grievances towards him disappeared, and she suddenly felt good about him.

"You are a nice person. I have made up my friend."

As he spoke, Mo Wanqing picked up the tea bowl and drank it boldly, which made Zou Jinchu burst out laughing.

"How can anyone drink dry tea? You are drinking wine."

"It doesn't matter if it's tea or wine, just drink it to your heart's content."

Zou Jinchu appreciates the bloodiness of the young man, he is a martial artist, although he is usually more refined, but in fact he still prefers to eat meat and drink happily in big bowls.

It's just that there are few friends around him who can be as bold as a teenager but not vulgar, straightforward and careful.

"Well said! It's a pity that Zou chose the wrong place, otherwise we should have a drink in a restaurant!"

Mo Wanqing smiled at Yan Yan, raised her eyebrows lightly, "Why is this so difficult, if you choose the wrong place, you can change it."

Zou Jinchu's heart skipped a beat. The inadvertent expression of the young man's eyebrows disturbed him for a moment. He lowered his head and said, "Okay, let's change it!"

After a quarter of an hour, the two sat down at a wine shop by the street.He drank bad wine mixed with white water with a few side dishes, and beat his fists on the simple wooden table to drink.Mo Wanqing understands the drinking order but can't understand it, always loses and always drinks.

One cup after another, the steam filled the boy's face, and the strong smell of alcohol seemed to stain Zou Jinchu's heart.

He couldn't help looking at the boy, seeing that he thought the wine glass was too small, so he took a big bowl and drank it in gulps. .

According to his posture, he was supposed to be drunk, but because the owner of the restaurant was stingy, the wine was mixed with more water than wine, so it didn't taste intoxicating.Mo Wanqing even drank it for two hours, but her cheeks were slightly flushed, her eyes were moist, but she didn't feel drunk.

After drinking too much, the chatterbox opened up, and Mo Wanqing chattered a lot with him, of course picking up the parts he could understand.

"Yesterday, he was an idiot who wanted to rape me in front of his father. What the hell! I went to the battlefield while he was breastfeeding!"

"Oh? I can't tell. Brother Mo has already been on the battlefield at such a young age. Which battalion is he from?"

Hearing that he had been on the battlefield, Zou Jinchu was skeptical. He believed in Mo Wanqing, but now that the country is peaceful and the people are safe, the emperor raised the age of conscription to 16 years old.Mo Wanqing doesn't look like a 16-year-old, of course he doesn't believe it.

"Hi, I don't have a battalion, I'm just a straggler, and I won it myself, otherwise no one would let me go to the battlefield."

Only then did Zou Jinchu believe it. In some places, the jurisdiction is not strict, and there are some people who enlist in the army under the age of 16, but it is more difficult.Since the boy said that he was also fighting for the spot, he was basically correct.

Knowing the cause and effect, Zou Jinchu couldn't help but feel distressed. When he was 13 years old, his father only taught him some boxing skills. It was not until he was 15 years old that he went to the battlefield for the first time.The boy is only so young, and when it comes to the battlefield, his eyes are full of vicissitudes, how can he not make people feel distressed.

"Brother Mo's family is relatively difficult, otherwise how could he let you go to the battlefield."

"Family? I don't have a family. I was adopted by an orphanage when I was a child. When I grew up, I was admitted to school and graduated from school. I went to the battlefield during the war."

After hearing this passage, Zou Jinchu became more confused, and he didn't quite understand some words.I just sorted out a rough summary, that is, Mo Wanqing was an orphan, she grew up on her own, and went to the battlefield after she grew up.

As for "orphanage" and "going to school", he didn't understand, and thought that Mo Wanqing drank too much and started talking nonsense.

Suddenly Mo Wanqing grabbed Zou Jinchu's neck, "Don't look down on me for being young, let me tell you, I'm not 13 years old, I'm almost thirty, if it wasn't for the damn timetravel, I wouldn't have become what I am now appearance."

Zou Jinchu thought it was funny, it was all about what.He was sure now that Mo Wanqing had drunk too much and was very confused.

Sure enough, before he could speak, Mo Wanqing tilted her head and fell asleep.

Looking at the sleeping boy's side face, Zou Jinchu chuckled.

"Actually, I'm also considered an orphan. My mother died to give birth to me, and my father died in battle when I was 15 years old. The emperor was merciful and gave the Zou family the highest honor, allowing me to inherit my father's title when I was young."

"Of course, no amount of glory can bring back father and mother. And as the only male in the family, I must support the commander-in-chief's mansion, carry it forward, and not lose father's decades of military exploits..."

The clear male voice floated in the night, as if there was an indescribable loneliness.

Some people fall asleep in the wine, and some can't sleep at night.

When Mo Wanqing woke up and saw the exquisitely embroidered curtains, she was stunned for a moment, and then her hangover brain cleared up a little.

He didn't expect that the little wine last night made him drunk. Could it be that his body became smaller and his drinking capacity also became smaller.

The carved door was gently pushed open, and there was Zou Jinchu outside the door.

"you're awake?"

Mo Wanqing supported her forehead with a headache and nodded.