I Have a Date with a Thousand-year-old Female Corpse
Chapter 895: The Prodigal Banquet

Chapter 895: Chapter 895: The Prodigal Banquet

"Heh heh, these past few days, Little Yue has been hustling about, and I’ve seen that she’s been working pretty hard, so I bought a little gift for her to cheer her up." After saying that, you tossed the silver to the shopkeeper, when from within the long robes a delicate, fair jade hand emerged; the shopkeeper weighed it and said in a slightly deep female voice, "That’s too much, I can’t make change."

"Then don’t bother with the change, consider the extra as a tip for your hard work."

You laughed heartily and then quickly walked away with Luo Xin. The shopkeeper kept watching your retreating figure; in the light of the bright moon, a face so exquisite that it could astonish anyone faintly revealed itself...

"Five leaders!"

"Full house red!"

"Ha ha, you little rascal, you lost!"

"Damn it, lost again!"

You downed the large bowl of liquor in your hand as if it were plain boiled water, then forcefully slammed the empty bowl on the table, shouting at the burly Great Han in front of you, "Mother’s, I refuse to believe this malevolence today, let’s go again!"

"Good good, I’m starting to like you, Fatty, more and more, ha ha ha!" Immediately, the two squared off to arm wrestle again, their posture and expressions just like the common folk on the streets, nothing like the dandified scholars around them.

Uh, this goes back to when you and Luo Xin had just arrived. As soon as the two of you came, you were surrounded by all the dandified young men, especially you. For some reason, Duke Lu’s son, Cheng Zhijie, seemed to particularly take a dislike to you, and you naturally started clashing with him when you noticed his gaze was different. Of course, with scholars present, there were no fistfights, so they resorted to using liquor to determine the heroes. Instigated by someone with a motive, you and Cheng Chuliang immediately started to compete at the drinking table.

"Bam! You think I’m HelloKitty if the tiger doesn’t show its might?"

"Heh heh, don’t care if you’re a stand-in or not, have the guts to have a real fight with grandpa!"

"Come on, I’m not afraid of you!" Both you and Cheng Chuliang were somewhat drunk, and immediately raised their fists, preparing to brawl.

At that moment, Luo Xin and a handsome man hurried over to break up the fight, "Gentlemen, today is Brother Jun’er’s banquet, we are all scholars, how can we resort to physical violence?"

You glanced at the handsome man and then pointed at Cheng Chuliang in front of you, shouting, "Hei Zi, got the guts to arm wrestle with brother?"

"Arm wrestling? How do we do that?"

"Hmm hmm hmm, I’ll teach you in a second." Your face broke into an obscenely smug smile, and as you raised your eyebrows in amusement, you said, "But first, let’s get something straight—if you lose at arm wrestling to me, you must dance belly dance in front of everyone!"

"Lose! A person from the Cheng Family has never lost!"

"Alright! That’s settled then!"

After you demonstrated, Cheng Chuliang learned right away. Then the two of you sat facing each other, gripping each other’s right hands firmly, both with a determined look in your eyes. At this moment, the crowd had already surrounded you, with two rather demonically delicate men beside that handsome guy, of course, anyone perceptive could tell they were women in disguise.

At this moment, between the two was a burly, honest-looking man. Although his features were ordinary, he was still much more so than you, this person was tonight’s main event, the Prime Minister’s second son, Fang Yiai. Fang Yiai was also showing excitement on his face, everyone was a bit drunk, but this drunkenness brought out everyone’s primal enthusiasm: "The competition, begin!"

"Ha!" Cheng Chuliang, after all a martial artist, although what realm of The Third Level of Martial Arts he was in unknown, you immediately felt an immense struggle, and he realized he couldn’t hold on for even two seconds!

"F*ck! Brother here isn’t a vegetarian!" Accompanied by your roar, a streak of golden light flashed quickly across your forehead, and you fully activated Open Gate, your strength instantly surged many times over!

"Ah!!"

"Roar!!"

You and Cheng Chuliang were wrestling with gusto while the surrounding spectators drank, shouted, and cheered you on. In no time, the entire tavern was buzzing with excitement.

"Fatty! You’re definitely doing the belly dance!" Suddenly, you bellowed, and with a "bang," you used your last surge of energy to slam Cheng Chuliang’s arm onto the table, shattering it into pieces.

The onlookers were stunned, but after a brief moment, the tavern erupted into raucous laughter and cheers.

"Dance!"

"Dance!"

"Dance!"

Fueled by a heavy intoxication, the audience went wild, forgetting all manners and decorum.

"Hehehe." At that moment, you couldn’t have been more lecherous or malevolent. Cheng Chuliang, on the other hand, looked like a deflated eggplant, completely wilted. You gave him a hard pat on the shoulder, "Brother was just joking with you. Come on, let’s not dance; just punish yourself with a jar of wine."

"Deal! A man’s word is his bond. I’ll dance! But, grandpa here has never heard of any belly dance, how do I do it?"

"No worries, I’ll teach you!" You were just too malevolent, not willing to miss this golden opportunity to play a prank. With Cheng Chuliang being tall and tipsy, he was easy to manipulate!

So, in front of all the dandies, you made Cheng Chuliang remove his shirt, revealing a sturdy, muscular torso and a thick chest hair. Then, with a loud command, "Bring ink and brush for brother!" an attendant hurried to provide them. Of course, you had never practiced calligraphy, but you firmly held the brush and drew a comical smiley face on Cheng Chuliang’s belly.

Cheng Chuliang’s dark face instantly turned red, and the dandies around burst into laughter.

"Just twist your waist freely, that’s enough," you finished, taking a swig of wine and spraying it at Cheng Chuliang’s belly. He naturally twitched his stomach in response to the cool sensation.

So wicked, completely wicked!

"Hahaha! What’s there to be shy about! ’In the joy of life, be sure to revel, don’t let a golden cup face the moon alone!’" You effortlessly recited a classical line from the comrade Li Bai, sounding quite intoxicated.

"Excellent! ’In the joy of life, be sure to revel, don’t let a golden cup face the moon alone!’"

The gathering included a number of talented scholars and poets who all applauded you at once.

You went with the flow, singing out Li Bai’s "Bring in the Wine" to the tune of a popular modern song, "Do you not see the Yellow River come from the sky, rushing into the sea and never return. Do you not see in the hall of brightness the mirror lament white hair, in the morning like black silk but dusk turn to snow. In the joy of life, be sure to revel, don’t let a golden cup face the moon alone. **************, spend a thousand pieces of gold and yet it comes back again..."

As everyone was immersed in the atmosphere you’d created, raising their cups and singing along with your lyrics, two girls dressed as men beside the Handsome Man were quietly copying "Bring in the Wine" in the private room. Especially the elder girl, as she gazed at the characters that seemed to leap from the Xuan paper, her face naturally revealed a deep longing and admiration.

"Elder sister, did that Fatty really write this?" asked the younger girl skeptically, glancing at you who were now dancing with Cheng Chuliang outside, her fair face full of doubt.

"Definitely not!" The woman expressed a natural loathing, not even casting a look at you before dismissively saying, "A crude person like him could never have written such a masterpiece! He must have overheard it from someone else!"