At noon, Shen Qingqing knocked on Gu Jiali's door with freshly baked meals and two bottles of wine.
Zhiyi was very ignorant and came forward to eat, but was tricked into the kitchen by Shen Qingqing with a few words.
The door was closed, and there were only two people left in the room. The atmosphere was inexplicably awkward.
After Gu Jiali washed his hands, he looked at the wine bottle in her hand and asked very politely: "Is the show about to start again?"
Shen Qingqing nodded, bent down to put the food on the table, and poured him a glass of wine, "This is a honey trap, how's Mr. Gu's drinking capacity?"
"It's acceptable." Gu Jiali took the wine glass and sat down calmly, talking to her in a low voice, "My people have found where Chen Bitian is. He now lives in Wangfu Villa, near Fan Yue Mountain, and is surrounded by heavy soldiers.
It’s a bit difficult to break through.”
"So whether this thing can be done or not depends on Qi Sheng." Shen Qingqing poured him another glass of wine, leaned forward and handed it to him personally, "Mr. Gu, would you like another glass?"
A wisp of the delicate fragrance unique to women poured into the tip of his nose. Gu Jiali's face heated up. He silently moved back a little and said in a hoarse voice: "This room is surrounded by my people. They can only take a rough look, so..."
No need to be so close to me.
Shen Qingqing understood instantly, and immediately put the cup back, put it down on the table, and turned around to serve herself a meal.
"Master Gu should have said it earlier. If he had said it earlier, I wouldn't have to kneel down last night."
In the past two days, she had to kneel down whenever she had a disagreement, which made her knees turn blue.
Gu Jiali coughed, picked up the glass of wine she had left on the table, and drank it, rarely without irritating anyone.
Shen Qingqing spent the rest of the time immersed in eating, and in the meantime she didn't forget to push the wine bottle in front of Gu Jiali, reminding him to drink a few more glasses, soaking in the smell of alcohol, and act more like a trick.
After finishing the bowl of rice, the bottle of wine placed in front of Gu Jiali was also empty.
He loosened the clothes around his neck and leaned back in the chair, lazily, completely losing his usual serious and old-fashioned look.
Shen Qingqing took another look and was about to ask him if he was drunk when there was a knock on the door outside.
"Master Gu, my servant is here to deliver food."
She is a maid from the palace.
Coming here at this time, the purpose is obvious.
Shen Qingqing understood and quickly bent down to pour the wine. Before her hand could touch the wine bottle, her belt was suddenly pulled off forcefully. She was unprepared and fell straight back, falling right into Gu Jiali's arms.
A low, hoarse voice came into my ears immediately: "Someone is coming."
There was another knock on the door. Gu Jiali turned his head to avoid the soft hair sticking to his forehead, and his voice was as cold as the cold winter wind: "I have already eaten, you can go."
"Yes." The maid hurriedly left carrying the lunch box.
Shen Qingqing let out a breath and struggled to get ready. Her waist tightened again, but Gu Jiali's fingers were still hooked on the belt.
"Waiter, are you still angry?" Gu Jiali's voice was so gentle, it was like running water, making people's ears go soft.
With just one sentence, Shen Qingqing understood what he meant and quickly answered: "Master Gu, this is serious. I am just a maid who does laundry and cooking. How can I be angry with my master?"
"You are just angry and still refuse to admit it."
Shen Qingqing turned her head away, deliberately not looking at him, and said coldly: "Let go."
Gu Jiali sighed and finally let her go helplessly.
After being freed, Shen Qingqing quickly moved to sit across from him. The two of them were separated by a table. One bowed his head in silence, and the other looked sadly. They looked like a young couple who had an quarrel.
After a moment of silence, Gu Jiali reached out for the wine bottle, raised his head and poured a glass of wine, murmuring: "Waiter, I understand your suffering. The path you are taking now... I have walked before."
"You always call yourself a humble slave and call me a noble official. Do you know what I paid for my honor and power today?"
"It's human life, it's my parents' life!"
Shen Qingqing looked at him blankly. The surprise in her eyes at this moment was real, and the sadness on Gu Jiali's face was also real.
The man who frowned even when his clothes were wrinkled was currently lying on the table in a state of embarrassment. The vegetable soup fell on his sleeves and soaked a large area, but he didn't notice it at all and could only stare at the bright sunshine outside the window.
I don't know if it was because of drinking, but his eyes seemed to be covered with mist, like tears, or like sadness that had turned into reality.
He poured another drink into his mouth and continued: "My father died in the dungeon of Dali Temple. When I went to see him, he was still wearing the official uniform of the Minister of Dali Temple, and the dark blue official uniform was stained with blood.
It became black, as black as ink."
It is very similar to the officialdom at that time, which was so dark that no light could be seen.
Shen Qingqing's heart was heavy, her lips moved, but she didn't know what to comfort her.
The low voice sounded again: "My mother died in front of me, and all her blood was poured on my face. There was so much blood that I couldn't wipe it all off."
My mother loves cleanliness the most, she always keeps her room spotless, and she also likes to wear white clothes, like the white magnolia flowers blooming on the branches, and like the moonlight scattered in front of the window.
Very beautiful and very gentle.
But that day, those ugly people broke into the house, smashed my mother’s favorite porcelain vase and antiques, and disrupted the room my mother had cleaned.
She also stained my mother's white dress red with blood.
He washed the white dress countless times but couldn't get it clean.
It was also from that time that he developed many eccentricities.
I can't see the mess, I can't see the filth, I can't see any injustice in the world.
After saying this, Gu Jiali fell silent. Clear liquid slipped from his eyes and disappeared quickly.
The room was extremely quiet, the only sound that could be heard was the rustle of the wind blowing through the windowsill.
"He's gone." Gu Jiali murmured, leaning on the table without moving.
Shen Qingqing stood up and poured two glasses of wine. One was handed to Gu Jiali, and the other was placed in front of her. "Master Gu, I offer you a drink. One drink will dispel all worries, and three glasses will make everything empty."
Gu Jiali raised his head and looked from her hand holding the wine glass to her eyebrows. She had beautiful eyes, clear and bright, exuding spiritual energy. His heart inexplicably calmed down with those gentle eyebrows.
Gu Jiali rolled up his sleeves, took the cup, touched the rim of the cup, and said with a low smile: "It passed a long time ago. I'm living a good life now."
He fulfilled his father's last wish and became the best version of himself.
"Yes, very good." Shen Qingqing smiled, took a sip of wine, and the hot liquid slid down her throat and into her stomach.
Gu Jiali carried another bottle of wine and staggered to the window. His eyes were focused and he didn't know what he was looking at. After a while, he looked back at her and said, "Do you have a dream?"
Shen Qingqing tilted her head and thought for a while, then replied: "That's right. Get rid of all the troubles, then go back to your hometown, and live a leisurely life with the person you love talking about wine and sex."
"That's great." Gu Jiali smiled softly, "My ideals are bigger than yours. I want to get rid of all evil and greed in the world and create a peaceful and prosperous world with clarity and harmony."