Capital center.

"Thank you for your hard work. It's getting late and the curfew is about to begin. Let's go get something to eat first and come back early tomorrow."

Cao Zian stood in front of a three-story building, waving to the crowd who were under construction.

This place was originally a restaurant under Tu Jiu's name. It was in an excellent location. It had been reserved under Li Wuji's instruction long ago and had never been opened.

Because he wanted to sell barbecue here in the future, Li Wuji drew the drawings and ordered Cao Zian to be the supervisor to complete the project as soon as possible.

According to the drawings, the construction is almost complete and it is estimated that it will be open for business in two days.

The workers agreed, stopped what they were doing, went to the side to receive the food, and squatted in the corner to eat.

Cao Zian stood in front of the building, looking at the basically formed restaurant, with a satisfied smile on his face.

At this moment, a young man rushed over from the other end of the street, looking panicked.

"Master Cao, it's not good!"

The visitor shouted and quickly came to Cao Zian's side.

Hearing the shouting, the workers around him couldn't help but look over in confusion.

"What happened?!"

Cao Zian frowned, pulled the person away, and asked in a deep voice.

"The informant reported that there was a sound of fighting from the direction of North Street just now. It seems that the young master's carriage was attacked!"

The man came close to Cao Zian's ear and lowered his voice, looking panicked.

"What?!"

When Cao Zian heard this, his expression changed drastically. He immediately asked for the approximate direction and headed there quickly.

...

North Street.

Under nightfall, in front of a teahouse, the carriage slowly stopped, and Li Wuji paced out of the carriage.

But when he saw the teahouse in front of him, he couldn't help but shake his head and smile bitterly, because this was not a teahouse at all, it was just a tea stall at best, completely exposed to the night, and even if it rained, there would be no business.

A young man dressed as a scholar sat in front of a table at the end. There was a book on the table, but he had not opened it at all.

It was Xiao Hongxing.

An old man in his fifties, wearing a patched cloth, was sitting at the end of the tea stall, leaning against a pillar and about to fall asleep, huffing and puffing from time to time.

Li Wuji smiled, walked straight towards Xiao Hongxing, and sat across from him without saying any hello.

At this time, Xiao Hongxing's whole face was flushed. He was holding a pot in one hand and a cup in the other, drinking cup after cup with a look of pain on his face.

The pot is a pot for tea, and the cup is a cup for tea, but what you drink is not tea.

"You seem to have drunk too much."

Li Wuji looked at Xiao Hongxing and said with a smile.

"If you don't spill a drop of wine, it's not too much. If you still feel pain in your heart, you're not drunk."

Xiao Hongxing laughed miserably, and as he spoke, he raised his head again and drank the wine in his glass. The moment he raised his head, tears seemed to be shining in his eyes.

"Are you worried?"

Li Wuji shook his head and asked with a smile.

"Among all living beings, there is so much misery, who has not remembered the past? Who has not..."

Xiao Hongxing sneered and slowly raised his head to look at Li Wuji, but the moment he raised his eyes, he was suddenly stunned because he saw the blood stained on Li Wuji's body.

"I'm worried about..."

But he was just stunned for a moment, not frightened by the scarlet blood, and he finished the second half of the sentence.

"Sorry, I was in a hurry. I hope you don't mind, sir."

Li Wuji smiled sheepishly, spread his hands, and said apologetically.

For some reason, from the first moment he saw Xiao Hongxing, he seemed to have understood the loneliness and sadness under his drunken eyes, as if he had seen his own shadow at a certain moment.

Xiao Hongxing did not respond this time, but poured another glass of wine, raised his head and drank it down.

The moment he raised his head, the teardrop that was about to fall from the corner of his eye flowed back into his eye again without being noticed by anyone.

"Young Master is sitting in a teahouse, why are you drinking wine?"

Li Wuji asked with great interest.

"Your Majesty killed someone, why didn't you escape?"

Xiao Hongxing raised his head and glanced at Li Wuji, smiling miserably as he asked bluntly.

Hearing Xiao Hongxing's question, Li Wuji was stunned for a moment, and then he couldn't help laughing.

"What exactly is the master grieving about? Can you tell me?"

Li Wuji looked at Xiao Hongxing, hesitated for a moment, and asked lightly.

"You want to hear it?"

Xiao Hongxing asked with a wry smile.

"I'm all ears, if you want to say something."

Li Wuji nodded.

"A long time ago, I witnessed the person I loved most in my life die in front of me, right here, but I was powerless, and I didn't even say a word of apology..."

"Am I useless? Just laugh if you want... Anyway, I can't remember it anymore. It's been so long that I've forgotten whether I'm still alive..."

Xiao Hongxing breathed a long sigh of relief and murmured to himself, the sadness on his face becoming more obvious.

Listening to Xiao Hongxing's words and looking at Xiao Hongxing's expression, Li Wuji seemed to be able to see what exactly happened here at that time.

"She must be very important to you."

Li Wuji frowned slightly and said with some emotion.

Hearing Li Wuji's words, Xiao Hongxing stiffened for a moment. He couldn't help but pause for a moment with the half-raised wine glass, and then drank it down again.

But this time, the tears that were withdrawn finally slipped down the corners of the eyes and dripped on the skirt of the clothes.

"Boss, serve the wine!"

Li Wuji did not continue to ask further, but turned around and shouted loudly at the dozing boss.

The story may be very touching, but he doesn't want to explore anything anymore. He just wants to get drunk with Xiao Hongxing.

He is bloodthirsty, but he is more passionate!

Somehow, he felt that Xiao Hongxing was the same person as him.

"We don't sell wine here, only tea."

The drowsy old man trembled with fright, opened his sleepy eyes, looked at Li Wuji dissatisfied and said.

"Then why does he have wine?"

Li Wuji pointed at Xiao Hongxing and asked with a smile.

"The passing geese leave no trace, and wine serves the heartbroken."

"He can't live without wine."

The old man glanced at the lifeless Xiao Hongxing and said calmly.

"Then have a pot of nostalgia!"

"Respect heaven and earth!"

Li Wuji smiled, looked up at the night sky, and said loudly.

For a moment, he thought of his hometown, a place he might never return to.

Perhaps, there is also a person there who spends his days drinking wine, waiting for him to go back.

But he couldn't remember exactly who it was, or maybe there was no such person at all.

In short, all he wants now is to drink, get drunk, and become unconscious.

Nothing to ask for, no matter what.

"good!"

The old man let out a hearty laugh, picked up the rag on his shoulder and patted the dust on his knees. He stood up slowly, dug out a bottle of old wine from a pile of debris, took out a wine glass, and put it on the

In front of Li Wuji.

"I respect you."

Li Wuji filled up his wine glass and smiled at Xiao Hongxing and said something.

"Respect the old friend."
To be continued...