The Prime Minister’s Darling-Chapter 1561 - 757 The Second Watch of the Night

Cough, cough.

I can’t keep thinking about this.

Perhaps to alleviate the awkwardness, Ya He made conversation out of nothing, "I see you’re pretty good at raising horses, Little Shiyi is quite well taken care of."

In just one day, Ya He already knew the horse was called Little Shiyi.

Ya He asked, "What do you usually feed it?"

Gu Jiao replied, "Just, I feed it whatever?"

Ya He laughed awkwardly, "What exactly do you feed it?"

Gu Jiao thought for a moment, "Grass? Sometimes I give it some carrots."

Ya He’s mouth twitched, are you sure you’re raising a horse, not a donkey?

Ya He continued making conversation, "Oh right, I heard from the eldest disciple that you’ve been promoted, I haven’t congratulated you yet."

Gu Jiao: "Mhmm."

The conversation was dying a slow death.

Ya He ran out of topics, and in enduring immense awkwardness, led Gu Jiao to the National Master’s Courtyard.

The National Master had gone to pick purple bamboo, and Ya He told Gu Jiao to sit in the main hall for a while, as the Black Wind King wandered in the woods.

Ya He brought out a fine wine unique to the National Master Hall to serve Gu Jiao.

Gu Jiao took a sip, "It’s really sweet."

Ya He smiled, "This is the osmanthus wine personally brewed by our master. There’s only one jug of it each year, not just anyone can taste it."

At this moment, Gu Jiao had already finished one cup, she blinked in surprise, "This is wine?"

Ya He nodded, "Yes, but it’s not the least bit astringent, right? The wine my master brews is—"

Bang!

Gu Jiao’s forehead hit the table, and she passed out drunk!

Ya He: "..."

"Young Master Xiao, Young Master Xiao, Young Master Xiao!"

Ya He called out for a long while, but Gu Jiao still showed no reaction; Ya He was confused, "What kind of alcohol tolerance do you have? With such impressive martial arts, shouldn’t you be able to drink thousands of cups without falling? How could you fall flat after just one cup? It’s over, what am I going to tell my master when he comes back?"

The National Master returned after cutting two pieces of bamboo, to find Gu Jiao lying on the table, completely unconscious.

Like a child who had made a mistake, Ya He stood up, bowed his head, and said in a panic, "I’m sorry, Master, I... I offered Young Master Xiao a bit of the osmanthus wine."

The National Master frowned, "You gave her alcohol?"

Ya He opened his mouth, "I..."

The National Master, who always spoke without emotion, appeared somewhat displeased now, "She shouldn’t drink."

Ya He hung his head even lower, "...Yes, I’ve learned my lesson."

The osmanthus wine was left on the table, he had thought his master had prepared it for Xiao Liulang.

The National Master gently placed the bamboo on the ground, went behind Gu Jiao, bent down, picked her up, and carried her to the inner room.

Ya He’s eyeballs nearly popped out.

His master had never even carried the eldest disciple, yet he actually lifted up Xiao Liulang!

And he even took him into the inner room?

The National Master put the person on a bamboo bed and told a disciple from the purple bamboo forest to prepare the Sobering Soup.

Ya He had never seen this side of the National Master—having reached such a level, his master was usually unaffected by emotions, and undisturbed by worldly affairs.

But just now, he saw emotions in his master’s eyes.

"You may leave," the National Master told Ya He.

"...Yes," Ya He bowed and left without looking sideways.

He was still puzzled as he exited the Courtyard.

What exactly is the relationship between this Xiao Liulang and the master?

Why does the master make exceptions for him time and again?

...

Gu Jiao’s hangover was severe; at first, she simply slept in a drunken stupor, but later, she began to wildly dream.

Firstly, she dreamt of being taken back to the Organization by a young man in military boots when she was eight years old.

The young man was sixteen, the Organization’s youngest godfather, and the coldest assassin.

She was the first child he had taken back, but he was the cruelest and most indifferent towards her.

He always punished her.

In the dead of night, she was often the only one running laps in the training ground.

He lurked in the darkness like a crouching cheetah, making her afraid to slack off.

She was always exhausted to the point of collapse before being carried back by him like a sack.

He never called on anyone else for the most dangerous missions.

"Shadow, come with me."

She once suspected he wanted to get rid of her through the missions.

When she and her Organization peers were taken hostage, he didn’t glance at her once and went straight to rescue a peer and left.

However, it was that time when the peer he cared about got killed and she, who didn’t even receive a look from him, somehow survived.

At that moment, she felt as though she understood something.

"Wake up, drink some Sobering Soup before you sleep again."

The voice that seemed to come from above the surface of the water didn’t quite penetrate Gu Jiao’s consciousness clearly.

The imagery of her dream shattered, she opened her eyes groggily, took a look, didn’t comprehend, and fell back to sleep.