The thoughts of Liu Ruqing were unclear to Lord Zheng, as the impending military campaign left no room for distractions like leisurely romantic pursuits.
After Liu Ruqing departed in a slight panic, Lord Zheng turned to Li Fusheng with a smile:
"Rest assured, brother, I'll assist you in this battle."
"Ah, splendid!"
Li Fusheng turned around, picked up his wine bowl, poured out the wine inside, and then licked the bottom of the bowl with his tongue.
"Ah, this wine, we'll savor it once the battle is over."
With that,
Li Fusheng remembered something and continued:
"Back in the day during battles, Li Bao and I used to sit together. Back then, you sent wine from Shengle City, but the iron rule of my Northern Border Army was no alcohol during wartime. So Li Bao and I would each take a chopstick to dip in the wine just to indulge slightly. Li Bao that fellow loved peeling garlic, the whole military tent reeked of it."
