"Have a drink?"
Then Zheng Jian flipped his wrist, beckoned with his hand, and the skull cap of the leftover palace guard on the ground spun into his palm. Shortly after, Zheng Jian tilted the gourd at his waist and poured out a thick, black liquid resembling ink, giving off a strong herbal scent, filling the skull to the brim.
Is it medicinal wine...
"Brother, brother, come, look at the moon!"
Zheng Jian handed over the skull cap, wrapped his arms around Huangfu Yi's shoulders, raised the gourd and the skull cap for a toast toward the moon, and even made a victory sign...
Huangfu Yi was momentarily bewildered, but before he could ask, Zheng Jian had already raised the gourd and started to drink heartily.
"Brother! Please! I'll go first! Gulp, gulp, gulp!"
Ever since arriving in the Central Plains, Huangfu Yi had been plotted against and faced difficulties everywhere. Seeing this person's demeanor, it's hard to say he had no doubts at all.
