Peace Order

Chapter 1759 - 70: Toasts, Chess Matches, Thirty Games in Thirty Years

"Drunk."

"This thing, such a strong flavor. Tsk tsk tsk, the strength of this wine is so potent, even a Grandmaster could get drunk from it. It must be imperial wine, similar to that Thousand-Day Drunken Divine Wine that Formation Leader obtained overseas."

"Back then, Mr. Wen Qingyu almost got knocked out by that Thousand-Day Drunken Wine and brought back."

Camp Commander Zhou Liu let out a sigh of relief. He didn’t feel anything before, but now as he relaxed, he broke into a cold sweat all over, kicking his drunken father, gritting his teeth: "Damn old man, scared me to death."

"Damn it!"

Then he paused, looking at Ye Buyi, cautiously said:

"I’m expressing my emotions, not referring to a plant."

Ye Buyi looked at him in confusion, then, unfazed, succinctly said: "For you to associate a word with a plant and still feel the need to explain it to me is truly..."

Ye Buyi’s voice paused, choosing his words carefully.

Said succinctly: "Amusing."

Shi Dalin inexplicably felt a chill around him, shuddering.

But well, at this time in the north, it’s just this cold.

Yes, probably, it should be.

Zhou Liu: "..."

Damn, this guy is so infuriating!

He furrowed his brows, yet still laughed, letting out a big sigh of relief.

Ye Buyi looked at the two secret letters on the table, then at the two jugs of wine. After a long time, he relaxed his brows, looking at those two divine generals, these two generals after a hundred battles leaning against the table sitting on the ground, they were very drunk, yet seemed still awake.

Still able to mumble.

Ye Zhongdao raised his cup, muttering: "Drink, drink..."

Zhou Xianping drunkenly laughed: "Drink, drink!"

"Who doesn’t drink is a wimp!"

Zhou Liu supported him, saying: "Dad, you’re drunk!"

Zhou Xianping forcefully shook off Zhou Liu’s hand, defiant and loudly shouted: "Who, who’s drunk?! I’m wide awake, come, drink, keep drinking, hic... "

"Old Ye, why do you look younger?"

"And, there’s three of you, six eyes, hahaha, yet there’s still only one neck and one mouth, no wonder you don’t like to talk, keep drinking!"

Zhou Xianping wobbled to his feet, this indomitable warrior who had once followed his father onto the battlefield facing the fierce Iron Futu, facing their ferocious charge without taking a step back, now just managed a couple of steps before stumbling and falling back down, leaning on Ye Zhongdao.

Their heads hung low, unaware of how many injuries they bore, no longer young.

Seemingly finally drunk, yet after drinking, still murmuring.

Just murmuring, almost only audible to themselves:

"Drink, drink..."

Their hands curled as if holding a wine cup, then clinking together, hearing the crisp sound of the wine cups colliding by their ears, they squinted, leaning back, as if toasting to their younger days.

"To these three hundred years of charm and spirit."

"To the fall of Great Chen."

"To the times of great struggle."

"To this... moment of small indulgence."

...

The sound of horses’ hooves was heavy, Chen Dingye’s expression calm, firmly gripping the reins, he merely looked to the side, smiling: "Ye Zhongdao and Zhou Xianping are both there, just curious, Mr. Yan Chen, why don’t you stay behind?"

"Your son Yan Daiqing is only twenty-seven now."

"Yet he’s already in charge of a nation’s logistics, when he reaches thirty, he has the qualifications to become a chancellor, and he’s doing it well."

"In times of chaos, when building a nation, such talents often emerge."

"It is both fortune and fate."

"Because he has great talent, yet also because he has great fortune, without great talent, he cannot bear this heavy duty, but without great fortune, how could he at this age, walk to the forefront of the world, leaving his mark?"

"You have such a good son, why not go?"

"They can surely provide you a good place to settle down."

Beside him, Yan Chen said: "Your Majesty is heading to the end, the army he leads are all the last loyal commanders of Chen Country. This army is to fight till the end, but in any case, it is the fall of a king."

"A king dies, even if a dimwitted and tyrannical one, cannot be without a historian by his side."

Chen Dingye laughed heartily, a laugh of true pleasure.

Then, in his tone, there was a bit of smugness, saying:

"I left some gifts for Ye Zhongdao and Zhou Xianping, left secret letters and fine wine, recently, when they look at me, there’s worry in their eyes, they must be afraid I’m going to have them turn against the Qilin Army and Li Guanyi at the end."

"I deliberately left these two things."

"Told them, if they are to kill, if not, then to commit suicide. With their nature and spirit, once they’ve made up their minds, they would surely drink that so-called poison wine."

Yan Chen asked: "What is that wine?"

Chen Dingye said: "It’s something the two of them wanted to sneak a drink of in their youth, back then we were all young, it was an annual martial arts demonstration, the two of them were more carefree and unrestrained compared to Ye Buyi and Zhou Liu’s youth."

"Deliberately lost the match to sneak off and drink."

"Didn’t get to drink, instead ran into Chen Chengbi, got a good beating."

"Hahahaha."

Chen Dingye laughed, laughter carrying a trace of melancholy, finally merely saying calmly:

"I know their temperament, as do you, loyalty, but it doesn’t have to be this way. They only thought it was poison wine, with the determination to die, drank the poison wine, then let it be as if they have died once for Great Chen."