⚔️Qiang Jin Jiu🍶
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Quotes from Ballad of Sword and Wine: Qiang Jin Jiu by Tang Jiuqing | automated with @GimmickBots
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“It may be hard to step away from hatred, but your heart must remain the same. Lanzhou, oh Lanzhou—don't you still have your shifu and xiansheng? Why must you force yourself to these ends? Perhaps we should talk about the unhappiness you've felt over these five years.”
“I know you have high hopes for A-Ye.” Qi Zhuyin descended the steps and turned back to look at him. “But he is destined never to fly out of Qudu.”
Shen Zechuan glanced at him, his gaze far more sinister than it had been five years ago. As if a man had already died under that layer of breathtaking skin, and all that survived was an unnamed beast.
“You’re the real asshole,” Xiao Chiye said. “It’s not easy to find like-minded assholes.”
He suddenly covered Shen Zechuan’s eyes. After a moment’s pause, he said, “Now’s not the time to tempt me, is it?” “What bad thoughts were you thinking?” asked Shen Zechuan. “I’m just looking at you.” “Not letting you,” Xiao Chiye said. “Do it when we get back.”
“If anyone is able to break my arm or leg, I’ll not only award him a hundred taels of gold, I’ll kneel and call him Master.”
“I’m but a frivolous young master, loafing around, drinking and dining and waiting to die,” Xiao Chiye said. “How would I know what treachery the world holds? And now there’s even someone like you come to deceive me.”
“There’s a type of person in this world one should never provoke,” Qiao Tianya said. “It’s those who are ruthless even to themselves—people like you.”
He seemed the polar opposite of Shen Zechuan, yet in truth, they were the same. In all the world, the only one who understood Xiao Chiye’s suffering without any words was Shen Zechuan. This was something both had known with certainty since their first kiss.
“Dry my hair for me.” Xiao Chiye had lain down, but now quickly sat back up. Shen Zechuan closed his eyes and pretended to sleep.
“If we’re all caged birds,” Xiao Chiye said, flicking dust from his falcon's feathers, “why pretend to be free?”
“You’re the real asshole,” Xiao Chiye said. “It’s not easy to find like-minded assholes.”
“My duties have been much lighter in my new post; it seems Shixiong's already been looking out for me.” “It's been my pleasure.” Xiao Chiye lifted the curtain. “If you want to be busy, just come to me. I'll make the bed in welcome and have it ready for you any time.”
“You are a child filled with desires, but in this world, it is only one without desire who can become a sage. There are many things that will become your cage if you desire them.”
Xiao Chiye hung back, his gaze on Shen Zechuan laden with too many emotions. In an instant, he’d turned from a valiant, vicious hound into a lone wolf that had strayed from its pack.
Clinging to his back, Shen Zechuan edged his fingertips down along the lapels of his jacket, peeling them apart as he whispered into his ear, “What can’t Er-lang do? Er-lang can do anything.” Xiao Chiye turned his head, surprisingly calm as he asked, “Where to?”
“I’ll choose the best horse in Libei for you. We’ll build a house on the demarcation line between Zhongbo and Libei and meet there—every month. If you want to marry me, two million silver isn’t enough; I want Lanzhou’s priceless smile, far dearer than a thousand gold.”