"Jiaojiao!"
On the ride back in the carriage, the young monk Jingkong enthusiastically swung his short legs by Gu Jiao's side, "You play the lute so well! Even better than master!"
Gu Jiao asked, "Can your master also play the lute?"
Jingkong said disdainfully, "He can play, but it sounds terrible!"
Gu Jiao imagined an old monk with a white beard clumsily plucking the strings of a lute and producing a tuneless melody.
She said, "Your master has quite a wide range of hobbies."
Jingkong waved his hand, "Just so-so, the old man loves drinking the most!"
"Monks can drink?"
Is your master really a monk?
Gu Jiao took a handkerchief to wipe the lute case on her legs, "At his age, it would be better not to drink."
Jingkong nodded like a pecking chick, "Exactly, exactly!"
The carriage came to the city gate, where it was closed by the time, but Gu Jiao had a token, and the guards at the gate didn't dare to be negligent and opened the gate for her.
