Distilled liquor was invented in the Yuan Dynasty and also called wine dew. At this time, Hongwu's technology was quite popular, and the alcohol content was no worse than that of modern liquor.

Zhu Qi didn't know about this. After drinking a large glass of high-concentration white wine, he put down the wine and doubted his life.

Zhu Di obviously had prepared a lot, so he put his glass on his sip and said sincerely:

"It's indeed a strong wine, probably the wine dew made? But it's still a little worse than the wine dew at home. The wine dew made at home is really strong. But you, Third Brother, actually finished drinking it in one sip. I really admire you."

Zhu Qi ignored Zhu Di's flattery, looked at the madam and asked:

"Madam, this wine... is burned?"

"Of course it's the wine dew that is cooked. How could it be so strong? After two plates of side dishes, the two young men will eat and drink."

The madam smiled and said, "This bottle of wine is not cheap, but the two people in front of her are the nobles, so they can definitely afford it. Today, the wine money alone made a lot of money."

After thinking about it, I continued to promote it and said:

"In addition, in our Xiaoxiang Pavilion, a new batch of Wushi San sent from the pharmacy is launched. If the two young men are interested..."

Before the madam could finish her words, Zhu Qi raised his hand to interrupt and said:

"No, no, serve the food quickly."

Zhu Qi's big mouthful of wine that was about 60 degrees Celsius came up slowly at this time. He had to make a few sips of food quickly, otherwise he would get drunk with this sip of wine, which would be embarrassing.

As for this Wushi Powder, isn’t it the famous aphrodisiac after Zhang Zhongjing’s Hanshi Powder recipe improved? Many of them are sold in modern Chinese medicine schools, and the effect is comparable to that of small blue pills.

I am young, why do I use that thing?

Zhu Di had never heard of Wushi San, and said with a smile to Zhu Qi:

"Third brother, in order to make money, this Xiaoxiang Pavilion even started selling medicine. Why do people here buy medicine?"

Zhu Qi started to drink and said:

"I can't think of it."

The girls beside each other were whimpering and began to persuade them to drink again.

Zhu Di also took several sips. When he was drunk, he was the most sexy man. He touched the girl's waist and said:

"A beauty is with me, which makes me excited. A few days ago, I accidentally got two poems, and I will chant them to you by my third brother."

Zhu Di shook his head and said:

"The red and wet rouge is chaotic, and the spring breeze is drizzling. The swallows don't know that there is nowhere to go, but there is still the sound of cuckoos flowing eastward."

The girls clapped each one:

"What a good poem, the young master is really a good poem."

A girl next to her quickly wrote down the poem in a small note and handed it out. She heard someone singing a poem outside. The young master from a certain room gave a poem to a certain girl in Xiaoxiang Pavilion.

If Zhu Qi had definitely praised him before, he would have sighed, even though he could not understand.

But at this time, alcohol had already deceived his reason, and there were five beautiful big sisters next to him. The hormones went up at that time, and immediately decided to copy them and get priority mating rights.

Zhu Qi's face turned red, and he stood up and waved his sleeves:

"Look, I'll have one too!"

………………………………………

At this time, in another private room in Xiaoxiang Pavilion, the atmosphere was not as warm as Zhu Qi and Zhu Di.

But the person sitting in the room also has a noble status, and is the son of Xu Zengshou, Duke of Wei, the son of Xu Da, and Duke of Wei.

There was another person sitting next to Xu Zengshou. Although he was wearing men's clothing, his skin was as white as cream, with red lips and white teeth, and his eyebrows and eyes were filled with charm.

A discerning person could see that the person sitting next to Xu Zengshou was dressed as a man. The girl was not old. She looked like she was fourteen or fifteen years old, but she was not an outsider. She was Xu Zengshou's second sister, Xu Miaoyun.

According to experts, women outside enter the romantic place, commonly known as "passing class", are usually brought by familiar regular customers, and they are all young ladies from rich families. Out of curiosity, they come to this place to take a look. The price of the romantic place will be very high. Just making tea can cost two or three times the price of ordinary customers.

Because there was Xu Miaoyun in this room, the girl who received Xu Zengshou did not dare to be too unrestrained. She just put her hands on Xu Zengshou's arm and occasionally added wine to Xu Zengshou.

A girl next to Xu Miaoyun was even more well-behaved like a little maid.

Xu Zengshou wrinkled a young man's face and begged in a tone:

"My good girl, you have seen what this director of Xiaoxiang looks like. Let's go home quickly. My father found out that I took you here. I have to take three layers of skin."

Xu Miaoyun frowned and said to Xu Zengshou:

"You ran to the railing every few days, but you didn't see your father taking you off three layers of skin."

Xu Zengshou was amused and crying:

"I'll be the same as you do the railing? Besides, I'll just listen to the song and watch the dance. I didn't do anything out of the ordinary. How could my dad blame me?"

"Yes, yes, yes, dad doesn't blame you, he even wants to come with you."

Xu Miaoyun continued to ask:

"Brother, do you usually come to Xiaoxiang Pavilion to drink? Can't you drink it at home?"

Xu Zengshou was stunned with the wine glass, thinking that I would let you know what I did here? But he said:

"It's not all, I can still recite poems and essays here."

"Recite poems and essays?"

Xu Miaoyun's eyes lit up. She has been smart since childhood and loves to study. Two years ago, there was a great scholar from the Imperial College, praising Xu Miaoyun as a Confucian scholar among female scholars, and Yingtian Mansion also has the title of "female student".

The girl next to her saw that Xu Miaoyun was interested in chanting poems and said with a smile:

"Miss I don't know that Mr. Xu is very literary. He has written poems for us sisters a lot. A few days ago, I put on a flower wine in this house and wrote a poem about plum blossoms. The madam's mother spread it. It is also a masterpiece in our Xiaoxiang Pavilion."

As soon as the girl said this, Xu Zengshou, who was beside her, looked a little strange and raised her hand and said:

"The limerick poems I write casually on weekdays are nothing to say."

"Oh? I really want to hear that limerick poem about plum blossoms."

Xu Miaoyun narrowed her eyes slightly. The girl beside her knew that she had said the wrong thing, and hesitated and forgot, so she dared not speak.

Xu Zengshou's neck was shrunk by his sister's eyes. Of course, the poem was not written by him, but by Xu Miaoyun at home. When he saw it, he showed it to Xiaoxiang Pavilion.

Just like when a person from another province went to Guangdong and was lost among the "beautiful boys", who doesn't want to be lost among the "talented man" title?

Xu Miaoyun snorted in her nose. Although she didn't say anything, she probably had no poems to copy in the future.

Xu Zengshou's scalp was numb. If he didn't copy the poem, should he still be in a romantic place, and he hurriedly said:

"After a while the courtesan of Xiaoxiang Pavilion was hanging his clothes, all the literati in the city were coming. I'll bring you here to see it."

"Really?" Xu Miaoyun's unhappy expression disappeared, but she asked again: "What is a hang-up?"

Several girls looked at each other, and the clothes were the first time they were together, and the guests who came into the curtain were invited.

Xu Zengshou hesitated for a while and said:

"Just just treat it as a poetry meeting."

Xu Miaoyun curled her lips: "It must be not a serious matter. If you don't want to say it, just forget it. But if you say it, you can't go back on your word."

Xu Zengshou nodded quickly. This matter was revealed. Just copy the poem in the future. Besides, when the courtesan is wearing clothes, he will bring his sister with him and get two masterpieces, and then prepare a large sum of money. Maybe he can also take the lead and be the guest who everyone envies.

A pretty girl always has to hold on to her name as a courtesan, and when she is at the highest price, she will sell her at a high price. As for the fact that there are high officials and nobles who come to secretly operate and force the courtesan, there may be some in the past, but in the early Ming Dynasty, no one dared to do this.

Zhu Yuanzhang personally told the world that the Fengyue industry was already state-owned. Who would have thought that he would do such a thing that provoked Zhu Yuanzhang?

There are not many people who dare to cause trouble in a romantic place, and they are arrogant. Don’t look at the madam who smiles with you. If you really want to be tough, you will pinch your waist and shout:

"Where did you come from? You dare to make trouble with us? Do you know who our boss is? The current emperor!"

The five-city military commander garrison is not far from the Qinhuai River. A cup of tea is enough to arrive. How about you try it?

Xu Miaoyun drank the flower wine and the girl chatted. Even on the stage of the hall, she watched the performance of twisting her butt in a translucent gauze. As for the rest, she naturally could not watch it. Besides, she was thinking about the "poetry meeting" of the courtesans in the future, so she was not interested in staying for a long time.

Just as I was about to get up and leave, I heard footsteps outside and some people were talking and asking.

"Have you heard the poem I sang just now? It's so amazing!"

"I heard that the courtesans have all gone to deliver a pot of flower wine and a piece of clothing invitation!"

"Really and false? That invitation is less than 100% now, right?"

"I just came here, what poetry is it? Is it so powerful? Where is the courtesan?"

The outside gradually became quarrels. Xu Miaoyun stood up and Xu Zengshou had already run out to watch the fun.

I saw a crowd of people gathered outside the door and were talking. Rather than saying that they wanted to see the talented man who wrote poetry, they wanted to see what the person who was given the flower wine by the courtesan was like.

Xu Zengshou and Xu Miaoyun walked to the door and looked up. There was no one in the room. This room was the room where Zhu Qi and Zhu Di had previously drunk wine.

The guards did not expect that Zhu Qi, the King of Liao who had learned anything on weekdays, actually shocked everyone with a poem. The courtesan asked someone to give him a pot of wine and also brought an invitation to "hang clothes".

After all, these two are princes. Although the current emperor Zhu Yuanzhang encourages the place of love, both princes are obviously drunk. Seeing that everyone around them are talking, and someone comes to knock on the door for a visit, it would be bad if something goes wrong in life.

The five guards didn't care about anything else, and they rushed away in groups of Zhu Qi and Zhu Di.

Only an empty room was left to give the onlookers infinite imagination.

Just one hour later, what happened in the Xiaoxiang Pavilion was written on a small note and sent to Zhu Yuanzhang's desk.

Zhu Yuanzhang was holding the second chapter of "Mingshanhe" confiscated from Zhu Di, and he could see it clearly. He didn't care about the small note when he saw it.

But as soon as he opened it, he saw Zhu Qi and Zhu Di go to Xiaoxiang Pavilion, and Zhu Yuanzhang's eyes became angry.

But looking back, the two actually wrote a poem, which was amazing, and the original sentence of the poem was attached to the note!

"The ninety-year-old spring light throws the shuttle, drinks wine and sings in front of the flowers.

How many days can the flowers bloom on the branches and how much can life in the world be?

Good flowers are hard to plant and not bloom, and young people are easy to pass and not come back.

If you don’t get drunk in front of flowers, you will be stunned when you smile.”

Signature:

——Zhu Qi, King of Liao
Chapter completed!