"Oh, Master Chu, the young master will not come back for three years as soon as he leaves the palace. Then, if we and other brothers want to see the young master's literary talents, won't we have to wait for another three years? If you can't wait, hurry up and hurry up.

The young master has come up with birthday wishes, so don’t whet our appetites."

"No, we are all in the world. How can we be so petty and hide away from others?"

"Master Chu, could it be that the young master's literary talents are all praised by idlers?"

The words spoken by the drunken guests, who were drunk with the smell of wine, contained a hint of rudeness.

"Presumptuous! Is the Chu Mansion a place for you to talk nonsense? Chu Ming, why don't you kick him out?" [

As soon as he slapped the table, Chu Xiong became angry because of the drunken guests. He scolded him in the hall, called his bodyguard, and quickly dragged the drunken man out of the banquet hall.

"Father, Feng'er is not talented and has disturbed the elegance of all my uncles' drinking. I will punish myself with three drinks and come here to plead guilty. Mi'er, go and bring the wine."

He doesn't have any longevity words.

But it’s better to prepare some birthday gifts.

It is the rare 'Qianxuehong' found in the world, a pile of dead people thousands of meters away in the deep valley of Shen Fengtian's snowy area.

I heard that this wine was made from the powder of the bones and blood of ancient corpses that had been dead for thousands of years, so it was named "Qianxuehong", which means that in the snow valley for thousands of years, the color of the wine is as red as blood.

Looking for a rare opportunity, he got it by chance. If it is said to be precious, it is precious, and if it is said to be cheap, it is humble.

"Yes, sir."

Following the young man's instructions, the boy led a few boys out of the banquet hall. After a while, he moved in three large jars of clay wine seals that were half a person's height, untied the ropes, and stabilized them.

"Feng'er, what is this?"

The wine is sealed into the room, and through the seal of the clay sculpture, it exudes an elegant, delicate, rich and strong aroma of wine. It is ancient, thick, and instantly hits the nose. It is sweet and spicy, with a spicy taste that makes you lose your senses.

The sensory impact of drunkenness, you will be fascinated before you drink.

Chu Xiong smelled the wine and thought that he had never drunk this wine before, and he didn't know the name of this wine. He just felt that the origin of this wine was like a rare product in the world, not ordinary.

"Haha, wandering in the courtyard, a solitary figure, the sun and the moon, the cycle, it is difficult to avoid life and death. Talking to the flowers, looking alone with the curtain rolled up, day and night, and the sun setting, how can you live forever? Jianghu people

It is often said that "A thousand snows are red, and a thousand years of journey will never end the sorrow and joy."

Qiu, once it is drunk, will penetrate into the bones and eat away the soul, carving the mellow taste into the marrow, and it will not wake up and return to the soul in a month. I wonder, among the uncles and uncles here, who is willing to taste this drunk life?

An ecstatic dream of dreaming of death?"

The young man waved his sleeves and motioned to the child to get the knife and scissors, remove the plastic seal, and pour the wine upside down into an empty jade crystal bottle. A bottle full of wine filled with blood-red mist was displayed in front of everyone.

"Oh? Is it the 'Qianxuehong' that cannot be found by chance? Feng'er is so talented that he actually brought the best wine in life to celebrate his father's birthday, and won his father's heart. Brothers, what are you doing today?

Thanks to Mr. Chu, I can taste 'Qianxuehong' in person, and I won't be shaken until I die! Hahaha!"

Chu Xiong is a good drinker, and he has gotten into the habit of drinking since the death of his wife three years ago.
Chapter completed!