This person awkwardly poured wine into his hand, and because of his shaky hands, he spilled quite a bit. Probably feeling a bit regretful, he brought his hand close to his mouth, trying to catch it with his mouth.
He seemed to be drinking for the first time. The harsh wine burned his throat, turning the scholar's face bright red. He coughed for a long time before he recovered.
After recovering, he suddenly started to sing.
"The Yellow Banner True Monarch shows his might, the world is unjust and opens the Heavenly Door. In this life, my blood nourishes the Imperial Banner, in the next, we'll be brothers in the banner."
This was a nursery rhyme recently spreading around Bianjing City. The scholar sang it stumblingly, frantically.
He looked at the chaotic crowd in front of him, chuckled, then wiggled his butt further into the donkey cart, and started drawing circles on his face with fingers smeared in wine.
