Drunk Huan Huan, the crotch-staring cat. (Part One)
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“Did you win?” Meng Huan turned back.
Lin Bozhou confirmed, “Yes.”
“…”
The guest scholar stopped abruptly in the middle of his sentence with an odd look on his face. He looked at Lin Bozhou, then at his young master, the Weiqi genius.
The young man gently grasped his knees with closed fingers, as if he couldn’t believe he was defeated. After a while, he loudly clasped his hands together and displayed an at-ease and cheerful smile. “This one’s level is not on par, and will step down gracefully. I’ll leave the bow of the boat for the two young masters.”
After that, he stood up and studied Lin Bozhou in the light.
“We will pay for it, thank you.” Meng Huan informed him graciously.
His tone held a note of gratitude and friendly affection. Hearing this, Lin Bozhou turned to him softly, his lips curving at the corners again.
The young master opened his lips and said out of the blue, “The blind young master is very skilled in Weiqi. This one greatly admires you and yearns for a rematch. Can I make friends with you, or ask to receive some guidance from you?”
What was the meaning of this?
Meng Huan was stupefied. Was this young master hitting on Lin Bozhou?
According to Lin Bozhou’s nature, he would just shake his head and shoot down the idea. However, after a moment of silence, he said, “Did I hear the sound of the distinguished one turning pages just now?”
The young master hurriedly verified, “Yes, this one was reading the Collection of Mister Old Gan’s Works.”
This was a famous Confucian scholar of the Zong Dynasty, who was very intelligent and amazing at writing prose. Scholars read his book to show off and it was in fashion to discuss his works.
Lin Bozhou dropped his gaze and said, “May the distinguished one read the second line on page thirty-seven; the poem quoted after the sixth word.”
We’re sorry for MTLers or people who like using reading mode, but our translations keep getting stolen by aggregators so we’re going to bring back the copy protection. If you need to MTL please retype the gibberish parts.
“……”
Zfcu Lejc kjr jrabclrtfv.
Glv Olc Dbhtbe wfwbglhf atf ktbif ybbx?
Snfc atf fzjma ibmjalbc jcv cewyfg bo kbgvr?
Ktf sbecu wjc jqqfjgfv qehhifv, tegglfvis oilqqfv atgbeut tlr ybbx jcv rjk atf ilcf bo qbfw—
—A breeze causes ripples in the water of a spring-time pond.
Llr mbwqifzlbc qjifv j ofk rtjvfr jr tf meqqfv tlr olra jcv rafqqfv yjmx. “Ktlr bcf ylvr ojgfkfii.”
After that, he turned and walked away.
As his figure disappeared into the cabin, the confused Meng Huan asked with wide eyes, “What was that line about?”
“It is nothing much.” Lin Bozhou led the youth to sit down. “It is just to tell him to mind his own business.”
“…”
Meng Huan thought to himself, Is this how cultured people diss each other?
He blinked a few times, and then finally sat down in his chair. The waiter happily ran over and asked, “Would the two of you like anything to eat or drink?”
Signs with various types of wine hung from the bow of the pleasure boat. Meng Huan spent a long time looking, but he hadn’t really drunk wine before, so he turned to ask Lin Bozhou, “What should we drink?”
“A milder aged fine huangjiu, anything stronger won’t fit your taste.”
Meng Huan said, “Oh.”
The waiter recommended, “Then how about Jinhua wine? It is known for its sweet and pure taste.”
Hearing this suggestion, Meng Huan slowly raised his hand. “Wait.”
Although it was true that he was not much of a drinker and it would not take much to get him drunk, did he not come out to have fun? There should be no issue with him getting wasted. Besides, he always liked chasing thrills. “Can we get something stronger?”
His eyes glowed with anticipation.
The waiter proposed, “A distilled liquor? How about Zhuyeqing? Produced in Shaoxing with a strong flavor, made by soaking fermented grains. Or one from our capital, Shaodao? We have everything.”
Meng Huan pondered. “Then let’s get a bit of both.”
Lin Bozhou just listened quietly without speaking.
—If he was born hundreds of years later, he would have thought of the perfect phrase to describe Meng Huan. You love to play it, despite sucking at it.
Meng Huan also ordered a variety of dishes, including a stewed goose, two plates of roasted peanuts, two plates of smoked beef, a roasted rabbit, salted boiled bamboo shoots and star anise-flavored fava beans. With a table full of food, Meng Huan was beyond excited and extremely happy.
This was the true life of a transmigrator: sitting on a pleasure boat, enjoying the night scenery, drinking some wine, eating some snacks, gambling with friends, and experiencing what the city had to offer with one’s boyfriend.
Meng Huan tasted the dishes on the table. The stewed goose was thick, sweet and salty. He took a bite and moaned nonstop, then he said, “This is good, really good, delicious, let me feed you a piece—”
After that, he picked up a thinly sliced piece and brought it to Lin Bozhou’s lips. “Open wide.”
There was an excitement in his voice that he couldn’t possibly hope to hide.
Lin Bozhou opened his lips and was fed the slice of roasted goose by Meng Huan. He chewed slowly as Meng Huan’s hopeful voice greeted him, “Tasty?”
Lin Bozhou nodded in amusement.
Meng Huan immediately beamed. “Great!”
He looked like he really wanted to share his happiness with him.
Meng Huan was very fair, cycling between eating one mouthful then feeding Lin Bozhou a mouthful. He inhaled his food while Lin Bozhou savored it slowly, to the point of Lin Bozhou gently raising his hand. “That is enough, Huan Huan, focus on eating.”
“Oh.” Meng Huan nodded.
He was already feeling tipsy before the wine was even served.
A few moments later, the alcohol was brought in. The food had already been checked by the guards. Once they were sure the food was safe, they went back to standing to the side.
Meng Huan took a small sip of the Jinhua wine, then he poured a cup for Lin Bozhou. “Your Royal Highness, try it?”
Lin Bozhou finished it in one go.
Meng Huan then took up the liquor, the sharp feeling of it rushing to the tip of his nose before he even drank. He took a tiny sip from his cup, slurping as he mostly sucked in air. Even so, as soon as the alcohol entered his mouth, his brow furrowed from the strength of the liquor.
“So spicy.”
Meng Huan decided that this was not the wine for him, so he passed the cup to Lin Bozhou.
Lin Bozhou once again drank it in one go without much change in his expression.
Compared to his own distorted face, Lin Bozhou’s was much calmer. Meng Huan was surprised, “You can drink wine as strong as this?”
In his impression, Lin Bozhou basically did not touch alcohol and was a very disciplined person.
“Living in Guzhou, there was often a need to drink strong wine to warm the body in the intensely cold weather.”
As a southerner who also went to college in the south, Meng Huan had never even seen much snow. At these words, a look of longing appeared on his face, “The Guzhou in the north? The place where you grew up?”
Guzhou, the vassal state bestowed upon Lin Bozhou’s father, required someone to rule it.
Lin Bozhou confirmed, “Yes, up until twenty.”
“Then once you reached twenty, you came to the capital to be the Prince Regent, right?” Meng Huan was openly gossiping.
Lin Bozhou made an affirmative sound.
Meng Huan’s voice drifted closer and further away, with the end of the tone raised as if he was pondering something, “Then do you miss home?”
“…”
Lin Bozhou chuckled, answering, “Occasionally.”
His mother passed away early, losing a fight against an illness in winter. His father was too devoted to politics. He had a conflict with the commander of the guard in Guzhou, and was killed after a drunken encounter. That was the same year Lin Bozhou was transferred to the capital, as soon as he took the throne in Guzhou.
For him, the memories of his homeland ended there.
Loser scholar: can we get together and play or study?
Meng Huan: really, dude?
Lin Bozhou: you lost. Go away.
Huanhuan do be living the transmigrator life in ancient times 🤭 and lin bozhou’s past is too sad.. Hopefully little wife huan huan will be able to fill that loneliness for him!
Oh I think he does and will be continually fierce to protect him.
Thank you for the chapter!!
Huan Huan thinking that Lin Bozhou is getting hit on lol.
Why is Huan Huan so cuteeee~❤️❤️❤️
Yeah, drinking is bad for health!
Thank You for the new chapter (♡ ὅ ◡ ὅ )ʃ♡
Oh, we’ll see really sticky drunk Huan Huan this time!!
Thank you for your translation ♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️
Huan huan is so going to get drunk lol , thank you for the update 🩵
Thanks for the chapter!
I did not know that being a translator comes with drinking a lot, but now it makes sense 😂
My day job is a bean counter :>
Thanks for the chapter