"Gongsu? Gongsu? You're finally awake..."
As the voice gradually grew clearer, Qin Li's consciousness also emerged from the darkness. When he opened his eyes, he saw not the familiar residence bestowed upon him, but the old home he had lived in decades ago. Rubbing his head, which felt so heavy it might split apart, he sat up and followed the voice with his gaze to Zhao Feng.
"Da Yi?"
Qin Li's voice was so hoarse he could barely make a sound.
It took him a while to adjust. As he threw off the thin quilt and climbed out of bed, he said, "We can't drink like that again. If Qi Yuanliang hadn't kept egging everyone on and provoking them last night, I wouldn't have... Da Yi, did I behave inappropriately after I got drunk?"
After asking, he remembered that Zhao Feng had gotten drunk even earlier than he had.
It had started as a drinking contest among the military officers, but later a few civil officials who enjoyed their liquor had joined in too. Once they got drunk, they couldn't help but provoke others. Qin Li had worried Zhao Feng might get ganged up on by Wu Xian and his people. On top of that, Qi Yuanliang had been stirring up trouble for the fun of it, so even Qin Li, who normally didn't care for alcohol, couldn't help stepping in to drink some of Zhao Feng's share. After that, they'd played drinking games...
His memories after that were a little hazy.
Thinking back on it afterward, Qin Li felt that something about the whole affair had been off.
He wouldn't claim to have an especially high tolerance, but as a Literary Scholar, there was no way he would have passed out after so little. He couldn't help suspecting that