The young beggar lay for a while, then suddenly burped from the wine, staggered up, and left, seemingly looking for a place to sleep, without even settling the bill, and the shopkeeper didn't ask him for it either.
This was indeed strange, a beggar could drink in a restaurant without paying? Could it be that the people of Yunzhou City were so honest?
Li Qingmu curiously said, "Could it be that the shopkeeper knows this young man and feels pity for him, thus waiving his wine bill?"
Qi Jingyu had a similar thought but delved a bit deeper: "The Imperial Uncle might think the same as I do; perhaps the shopkeeper knows he once became a Jinshi and thinks he might have a chance to succeed in the future."
Long Yue's ideas differed from the two men: "Why couldn't it be that someone helped him pay the bill?"
Li Qingmu smiled and asked her, "Yue'er, why would you think that? Who would pay for such a stinky beggar's wine?"
