Drunk people

Hsinchu is evergreen, growing longer and longer under the scorching sun.

Despite this, the Sai Mansion could not return to its former glory. Some traces of destruction were always written on the walls, the ground, and the green bamboo...

In the restored courtyard, the bluestone table remained as it was, with only a pot of wine and a white jade cup on the table.

Mrs. Sai lay on the table with her clothes in disarray and her eyes blurred, looking at the clear wine in the cup indifferently. Her face was as red as a flame hidden in the clouds, hazy.

The maid had been guarding by her side, looking at the lady with a frown.

After another cup, the strong aroma of the wine made Mrs. Sai squint her eyes.

"Madam, don't drink anymore."

"Don't worry! It's rare to have such a good wine for me to get drunk. Among all the fine wines in the world, only this can make me drunk to death. When I'm drunk, I'm quiet, and the long years will pass quickly."

"Madam..."

While speaking, footsteps suddenly came from the courtyard.

As soon as she heard the rhythm of footsteps, she knew that the teacher from Jiangnan had come.

Mrs. Sai suddenly woke up, got up quickly, and staggered to her own room with a wine pot and wine glass.

Xia Shang hadn't seen Mrs. Sai for a month, and he couldn't help feeling a little strange. He didn't know if Jiangnan had sung "A Woman of Thirty" to her, and he didn't know what she was thinking now?

As soon as Mrs. Sai left, Xia Shang arrived at the courtyard.

Mrs. Sai's maid stood there with a heavy heart, and couldn't help but feel curious: "Miss Xiaoqing, what are you thinking about?"

"Nothing?"

"Where is Jiangnan?"

"This morning, the young lady's childhood playmate came to Yangzhou and asked the young lady to reminisce about the past. I'm afraid she won't come back today."

"Is that so? Then I'll take my leave and come back to teach tomorrow."

Xia Shang politely bowed and turned around to leave.

Before he took a few steps, the maid's voice came from behind him: "Mr. Xia, please stay."

Xia Shang turned around: "What's the matter?"

"I have an unwelcome request, I hope you can help me."

"Please tell me."

The maid sighed softly: "Hey! Sir, you haven't seen Madam for more than a month, right?"

Xia Shang nodded.

"Sir, do you know Madam's recent condition?"

"Condition? What condition?"

"Since those things happened with you, Madam, she has been drinking every day and is absent-minded. I have comforted her many times but it has not improved. Sir, you are very talented, I would like to ask you to go and comfort her."

"I go? Will it work?"

"Sir, you will know if you try."

Xia Shang hesitated for a while, and finally agreed to go and see.

Although there were some unhappy things in the past, they are all in the past. After so long, how can those embarrassment and unhappiness be left behind?

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In a simple and elegant room, behind an ordinary magnolia embroidered screen, Mrs. Sai lay on a red pear wood round table, eyes closed, cheeks flushed, and the alcohol exhaled in her breath made the whole room shrouded in a layer of rich fragrance. Half of the thin shawl fell to the ground, one hand was hanging, and the other hand and the fragrant shoulder were exposed. You can vaguely see the ups and downs of the softness trembling with breathing.

The red tablecloth on the table was messed up, a plate of candied fruits was scattered everywhere on the table and the floor, and a plate of exquisite snacks fell on the ground, no one cared. Only the unfinished pot of wine was placed neatly on the table, the wine glass had been overturned, and a little wine dripped down Mrs. Sai's arm on the table to her chest, soaking her bra.

Mrs. Sai fell asleep, but her brows were still furrowed. She must have not slept comfortably, but her pair of fiery red lips were opening and closing, humming softly, the sound was very low, and only she knew what she was humming.

"A woman of thirty, how brilliant and moving... a woman of thirty..."

"Da Da Da..."

There was a knock on the door outside.

"Madam... Xia is visiting."

"Madam..."

"Is Mrs. Sai there?"

Xia Shang called several times outside the door, but there was no movement. He couldn't help wondering, is there something that Mrs. Sai can't figure out?

Women in ancient times are unpredictable, for example, Qin Huairou, if it wasn't for her good luck last time, something really bad would have happened!

Thinking of this, Xia Shang hurriedly pushed the door open, walked around the screen, and was relieved to see the lady sleeping comfortably on the table.

But Mrs. Sai's condition and the smell of alcohol in the room made Xia Shang frown, thinking what the hell is Mrs. Sai doing?

He wanted to help her to the bed, but he saw that she was disheveled. If she found him when he bumped into her, he would have to face a lot of trouble in the future.

After thinking about it, Xia Shang decided to call the maid.

But he went out and walked around the Sai family yard, but he didn't see anyone.

He returned to Mrs. Sai's room helplessly.

Looking at the drunken expression on Mrs. Sai's face, Xia Shang felt a little bit sorry, thinking that this was also a girl who was not easy. If she hadn't traveled through time, she should be the same age as him, so Xia Shang could understand how hard it was for a woman to raise a daughter alone.

On the surface, she was a dignified and decent lady from a wealthy family, but in fact, she could only show her deep fatigue and exhaustion in her heart when she was in her own little world.

Thinking of this, Xia Shang walked to Mrs. Sai, cleaned up the floor and the table, took the wine aside, and then whispered: "Mrs. Sai! Mrs. Sai..."

After shouting a few more times, there was no movement, it seemed that she really fell asleep.

So, Xia Shang gently held Mrs. Sai's waist, and with his other hand around her ankle, he picked her up from the table.

Mrs. Sai was a little plump, but her tender flesh was very soft, as if made of water. With just a little force, his fingers could sink into the white flesh.

Xia Shang was very careful, fearing that he would wake her up.

This was ancient times. Who wouldn't think about a man hugging a widow? And it was also very inappropriate in terms of etiquette.

Fortunately, there was no accident. Xia Shang tiptoed and carried Mrs. Sai to the bed, wanting to cover her with a quilt. But he found that Mrs. Sai's clothes had a lot of wine on them, and it was not appropriate to sleep in wet clothes.

After thinking about it, he decided that there was no one around, so he just covered her up and left quietly.

Then, the belt gradually widened, the shawl slipped off, and the jade-like skin was more beautiful than her daughter Jiangnan. It was the beauty of thirty years old, which was incomparable to those young girls.

But Xia Shang had no intention of blasphemy. He could joke with the little girl, but he always regarded thirty as his real age. Facing Mrs. Sai, he was facing people of the same age. When facing people of the same age, he had to be a gentleman, otherwise he would not have remained a virgin for thirty years in his previous life.

Not long after, Xia Shang took off Mrs. Sai's shawl and foot skirt. When he was only wearing a set of lining and a bra, Xia Shang unfolded the quilt, covered it carefully, and prepared to leave.

But at this moment, a pair of hot hands stretched out from the quilt, hugged Xia Shang's arms tightly, and then slowly opened his eyes.