I'm not that stupid.
Zhang Ze pondered over it and decided to follow his heart.
Since things have come to this, why not tell him a story?
Zhang Ze reached out and pulled Xiao Qingyun over again, refilled his cup, and then said seemingly casually.
"Brother Xiao, with such sincerity, I, Zhang, am eternally grateful. The moonlight tonight is beautiful, and it would be fitting to recite a poem in your honor. But, alas, I lack literary talent, so let me tell you a story instead."
"This is a story I heard in the market of the county; it may not be true. Brother Xiao, just listen to it for pleasure, like toasting with a drink."
There was no sign of disappointment or any other emotion in Xiao Qingyun's eyes. He nodded, "Brother Zhang, please proceed."
Zhang Ze cleared his throat, "This story is called 'Heroic Tales of Sui and Tang'."
...
When the moon was at its peak, deep in the night, Zhang Ze happened to reach the part about the Black Tortoise Sect.
