Chapter 87: Drunkenness!

That night.

A huge bonfire was lit in the courtyard of Duan Yu's home.

Dozens of people surrounded the fire.

There were villagers, as well as the village youths Duan Yu had gathered after taking on the position of Patrol Officer.

Tie Shitou, Wang Hunu, Chen Qing'an, Liu Bai Tu, and Gao Shun were all there.

In addition, the maids and attendants brought by Dong Yi were all busy around the bonfire.

Mountain delicacies and wild game were roasted on the bonfire, sizzling with oil, and the aroma drifted for more than ten miles.

Jars of fine wine had their mud seals broken, and the fragrance of the wine overflowed.

The three village elders and the pavilion chief had all come.

Duan Yu sat in the center, with Diao Chan on his left and Dong Yi on his right.

On the table in front of the three of them were pastries, fruits, vegetables, and fine wine.

The two small tigers lay obediently at Duan Yu's feet.

Looking at this peaceful and lively scene, a heartfelt smile appeared on Duan Yu's face.

If the world were not to fall into chaos, wouldn't it be nice to maintain this forever?

A few beautiful wives, no worries about food or clothing, living without contention, and passing the days in ease.

Who said that a transmigrator must contend for the world?

Duan Yu didn't want to.

In war, there are always deaths.

Even if he had a system that could make him indestructible and invincible in a hundred battles,

what about the others?

Duan Yu's gaze turned to Gao Shun, who was sitting not far away with Tie Shitou, Wang Hunu, and the others.

That guy still kept a straight face, as if everyone owed him money.

But at night, this guy had more than once gently tucked in the blankets for Tie Shitou, Wang Hunu, and the others.

Tie Shitou, Wang Hunu, Chen Qing'an, Liu Bai Tu...

These village youths were full of longing for their future lives, rising with the rooster and resting at sunset, training bitterly.

Would they not die?

They certainly would.

War is not child's play, nor is it a man's romance; it is a bloody feast for those in power.

It is the process by which those in power step over the flesh and blood of countless enemies, subordinates, relatives, and friends to reach the throne of the Son of Heaven.

If he didn't know that in another year, this kind of peace and tranquility would be broken forever,

Duan Yu wouldn't want to pick up the butcher's knife either.

But...

Then again,

if he didn't contend, his friends and relatives would die all the same.

Perhaps even more miserably.

Without strength, without territory, without a stable foundation, how could he maintain this peace and tranquility?

"What are you thinking about?"

Beside him, Dong Yi looked at the bonfire, her charming lips slightly raised as she asked with a smile.

"I was thinking..." Duan Yu said softly, "how wonderful it would be if the world were always peaceful and tranquil."

Dong Yi turned her head, her beautiful eyes looking at Duan Yu, as if affection were flowing between them.

"Then... in this peaceful and tranquil painting of yours, Big Brother Duan, could I always be there too?"

Diao Chan turned her face; she seemed to have heard Dong Yi's soft whispers, and her pearly teeth lightly bit her red lips.

"Ah, haha!"

Duan Yu laughed to cover his embarrassment.

Dong Yi also smiled and appropriately did not pursue the question.

Suddenly, Dong Yi stood up.

"Back in my hometown, our family would always gather like this, singing and dancing around a bonfire."

"Big Brother Duan, today there is wine and meat, and so many friends."

"How can there be no singing and dancing?"

"Why don't I perform a dance for everyone?"

Dong Yi suddenly stood up to perform a dance, which immediately drew cheers from the villagers and youths around the bonfire.

Everyone had been apprehensive about this gorgeously dressed noblewoman at first.

But after an afternoon of contact, everyone found that this noblewoman seemed very kind.

She didn't have any noble airs when speaking to people; on the contrary, she was very close to everyone.

Dong Yi, in a black dress, came to the side of the bonfire.

The accompanying maids took out the musical instruments they had brought and began to provide accompaniment.

The ethereal music immediately resonated throughout the courtyard, the lingering sounds winding above the bonfire, and the atmosphere began to gradually heat up.

Night fell, and the stars were scattered.

Accompanied by the music, the beautiful girl danced lightly; her black skirt was like a blooming black peony, and her dance movements were like willow branches swaying in the wind, soft and full of exotic charm.

Her jade arms danced, and her snow-white skin was plated with a layer of crimson under the reflection of the firelight.

Those eyes, reflecting the firelight, gazed at Duan Yu.

Her face was covered by a black veil, and affection spread.

The surrounding youths all stared with wide eyes, fearing they would miss a single movement.

"Hunu, do you think Miss Dong likes our Big Brother Duan? Look at the way Miss Dong looks at Big Brother Duan; it's so gentle." Tie Shitou poked Wang Hunu beside him with his arm.

Wang Hunu chuckled and said, "That goes without saying. Our Big Brother Duan is so handsome and so capable; if I were a woman, I would like Big Brother Duan too."

"That's right, that's right!"

Chen Qing'an and Liu Bai Tu both laughed and echoed.

Gao Shun sat behind his table, his wine and water untouched, but half of the meat and fruits were already gone.

His expression was blank, but his ears seemed to be pricked up.

The soft music suddenly rose in pitch, resonating in all directions.

And Dong Yi, who had been dancing softly, suddenly changed to a passionate dance.

Fragrant sweat was scattered, and after a beautiful turn, she came before Duan Yu and extended her jade arms.

"Big Brother Duan, Sister Diao Chan, come join in." Dong Yi invited with a smile.

Duan Yu looked at the shy Diao Chan beside him and then stood up.

The bonfire crackled, and the flames swayed with the breeze, seemingly cheering for Dong Yi's dance and dancing along with her.

Duan Yu took Dong Yi's hand, and with his other hand, he took Diao Chan's, and they danced around the bonfire together.

The atmosphere around them was instantly ignited by the few of them, and the villagers, maids, and attendants all gathered around the bonfire to dance.

The originally quiet night instantly became full of passion and vitality.

Everyone formed a huge circle around the bonfire, holding hands.

Their footsteps swayed to the rhythm of the music, and their faces were filled with the joy of self-release. ===== CHAPTER 89 =====