Chapter 3, Drunken Dance (1)

The young man's jet-black hair was blown high by the mountain wind, and a trace of sharp anger flashed in his eyes. However, he ultimately turned his gaze upward, looking at the dim and vast sky, and said softly: "So it was you who saved me? My life, is it yours?"

Yun Feifei listened intently, and indeed, amidst the forest breeze, there was a man's clear and melodious voice gently echoing. She hurriedly used both her hands and feet to rush towards the mountain top, as the song gradually became clearer

Blowing the dragon flute, striking the toad drum; singing with bright teeth, dancing with a slender waist

Yun Feifei snorted, pulled off her hat, shook her long hair, and rushed out of the house, saying: "We are going to search in the mountains." The servant's hat had confined all her hair, which was quite uncomfortable. She enjoyed being free and unrestrained, including letting her long hair dance freely in the mountain breeze.

When Yun Fei arrived at the small shed halfway up the mountain, he saw that the humble room was in disarray, with the straw where the drunkard had lain scattered about. The meal that Ding Xiang had brought in the morning was still placed on a broken chair, untouched by chopsticks. Only a faint mingling of the smell of alcohol and the mustiness of the straw lingered in the room.

Cooking the dragon and firing the phoenix, the jade fat weeps; the embroidered curtains surround the fragrant breeze

Yun Feifei exclaimed: "You fool, didn't we come down from the mountain? Since we haven't encountered him, he must either have gone far away or headed up the mountain and to the library. If he has gone far away, then so be it; if he has gone up the mountain, we should indeed take a look for him."

Dingxiang followed Yun Fei as they climbed the mountain, saying as they ascended: "Miss, if we haven't reached the top yet, let's hurry back. It wouldn't be a joke if the gentlemen found out we were missing"

Xishan is not far from Yunfu. Although it is called a mountain, it is not very high; it is merely a series of small hills connected together. Because the mountain is densely forested, with lush greenery and numerous small animals, many hunters have come here to make a living, gradually forming a small village at the foot of the mountain. Yun Feifei has always enjoyed traveling, and Qin Feng has met her in Xishan several times. Therefore, she is quite familiar with Xishan. This time, after rescuing that drunkard, it was certainly inappropriate to bring him back to the residence. Remembering that there is a temporary hut set up by a hunter in Xishan, she hired a porter to carry him there.

The young man was caught off guard, having been struck squarely, as he touched his cheek and stared at Yun Feifei, who was dressed in men's clothing but had her hair down, exclaiming in disbelief: "You hit me?"

The lilac covered its ears, allowing Yun Feifei to finish shouting before letting them down, and then exclaimed: "Oh, I heard it, that little rascal is singing!"

Yun Feifei, however, could not sense his otherworldly demeanor at all. She was only exasperated to discover that this damned drunkard could stumble and fall down the mountain at any moment. She hurried over, yanked him away from the edge, seized his wine flask, and with a sharp slap, struck the young man's face, exclaiming, "Do you want to die?"

Dingxiang wondered: "Why not go down the mountain to look for it? There are people down the mountain, which makes it lively. What is there to see up the mountain?"

Yun Feifei turned around and shouted, "I understand, at most I will be locked in the study for a lifetime to copy books, what is so remarkable about that?"

Not long after, Yun Feifei and Dingxiang, dressed in servant attire and wearing men's hats, appeared at Xishan.

Where is the person? Yun Feifei asked

Lilac shrugged and said, "He was still here when I arrived around noon?"

I urge you to drink deeply and be intoxicated all day long, for the wine will not reach the grave of Liu Ling

As youth approaches its twilight, the peach blossoms fall chaotically like red rain

Yun Feifei straightened her chest and said: "I hit you, so what? I saved you, your life belongs to me, I can hit or scold you as I please! Moreover, you are not allowed to run to the mountain edge to seek death!"

Glazed bell, amber thick, small trough wine drips true pearl red

Yun Feifei reached the mountain peak, where he saw a young man, around twenty-three or twenty-four years old, standing at the edge of the summit. Holding a wine gourd, his gaunt face appeared quite haggard and weary, yet it was flushed with a sickly hue. With a chuckle, he sang and danced, though his steps were unsteady, indicating he was likely already intoxicated. He wore an old moon-white robe, which his cousin Yun Cong had deemed too old to wear, and it had already begun to yellow faintly. However, at this moment, as he danced in the wind, the flowing sleeves revealed a hint of ethereal grace.