Since entering Xia, Gongsun Wuji has only felt that the entire Shadow Bamboo House, plus the adjacent bamboo forest where the peacocks are raised, is filled with a light but mellow and refreshing fragrance, which stirs up all three parts of his body.
All sixty pores are itchy with the smell of wine.
He even ignored his image and crawled on the ground like a hound, searching and smelling for a long time, but found nothing.
Gongsun Wuji was puzzled and his heart itched unbearably. Even in his dreams, the aroma of wine was everywhere. He could smell it but not feel it. This was very painful.
Tigers are very powerful this autumn. Now that the Mid-Autumn Festival has passed, the weather is still very hot. The sad Gongsun Wuji, wearing only a pair of torn trousers that can only cover his shame, is lying faceless in the bamboo forest next to Yingzhuzhai.
On a bamboo couch, shaking the cattail leaf fan, looking vertically at the sky, bright and sad, feeling the looming fragrance of wine in the bamboo forest, salivating.
Gongsun Wuji was endlessly sad and thinking about philosophical issues. How did he offend his wife? So that his wife wanted to torture him like this? How should he regain his wife's favor?
Gongsun Wuji is very self-aware and knows that he is ugly. Jintong is generally strict with ugly people, so what should he do? He is also very desperate because of his parents' body, hair, skin and appearance.
Is it possible that he was allowed to ignore his conscience and send Cen Yixiao, the head of the seven sons of Shangjing and the "Linxian son" among the "demons and immortals" of Shangjing, to Jintong in a covert way? If you think about it, it is feasible.
!
While he was thinking about life, a dozen servants carried a long charcoal stove, as if they couldn't see Gongsun Wuji's presence, and were busy in the pavilion in the bamboo forest. They set up the charcoal stove, lit mugwort and carefully smoked the area around the pavilion.
After several times, I moved several large tanks of ice cubes around, and the bamboo forest, which was originally filled with gentle breeze, became cooler and cooler.
Next, several maids brought more than a dozen food boxes, and the aroma of the food wafted through them. Gongsun Wuji couldn't help but swallow his saliva.
Wu An walked to Gongsun Wuji on crutches, bowed and said, "Mr. Gongsun, the seventh master and his wife will come over to have dinner with you later."
Uncle Gongsun calmly closed his chin slightly to show that he understood.
Wu An knew that Gongsun Wuji had always been arrogant and indifferent, so he didn't say much, bowed his hands in greeting, and went back.
The arrogant and indifferent Gongsun Wuji swaggered back to Yingzhuzhai, waving his cattail leaf fan. After obediently washing off his stinky sweat, he changed into a set of elegant gowns, tied his loose hair into a neat bun, and
He also tidied up his messy beard, and was afraid that some bad taste in his mouth would smell to Jintong, so he took out a few tea leaves and put them in his mouth, then respectfully waited for Zheng Qiyan and his wife in the pavilion.
When they arrived at the pavilion, they saw Jintong's ten guards, led by Zhang He, hacking and slashing in the bamboo forest. Dozens of bamboos were piled up beside the pavilion. Gongsun Wuji rolled up his sleeves in frustration and planned to stop them.
But seeing that Jintong was busy admiring the bamboo, Gongsun Wuji got cold feet. The bamboo must be an eyesore to his wife, and if it should be chopped, it should be chopped off.
Zhang He and a dozen boys stood the cut bamboo upright and carefully sawed it section by section. About three sections of a bamboo were filled with wine, and the smell of wine in the whole bamboo forest became more and more intense.
Gongsun Wuji was drooling next to him and almost didn't grab it. He glanced at Jintong and didn't dare.
Zhang He and others sawed open a bamboo section containing wine, and poured the wine into prepared bamboo tubes.
Zheng Qiyan didn't expect that this "Bamboo Leaf Green" was actually brewed in this way, so he took a piece of bamboo and studied it with great interest. At first, he thought that his little wife had fallen in love with Cen Yixiao, a sinner who was born in the land of fireworks, but later
Jintong explained to him in detail, and he seemed relieved.
Although Zheng Qiyan still dislikes Cen Yixiao to some extent, considering that this guy is also Jintong's secret son, he works for Jintong silently.
For example, Zhuye Qing, with his status as the head of the seven sons in Beijing, has a powerful role in fueling the situation and will definitely help Jintong make a fortune again. Considering that his little wife loves the real gold and silver that are bright and white, Zheng Qiyan
Decided to endure it, let Cen Yixiao go, and not cause trouble to him.
In the pavilion at the back, four maids, red, green, emerald, and red jade, were grilling food with quick hands and feet, and the aroma of wine was mixed with the aroma of meat.
What made him even more crazy was that Qiao Lu actually took the lead in roasting a few slices of tender, juicy and blood-tinged venison for Jin Pancake and Snowflake Velvet to taste first. Poor Gongsun Wuji was so greedy that he almost cried. But the lady did not speak.
, he didn’t dare to make a mistake and offend his wife again, he couldn’t bear the consequences!
"The weather is very hot, and this genuine Bamboo Leaf Green is very spicy, not suitable for drinking now. Take it to the warehouse and ask Aunt Jiang to put in a good quantity." Jintong told Zhang He.
Zhang He and a dozen servants combined fifty bamboo tubes into a basket. After loading the basket, they quickly carried it away.
"Suitable!" Gongsun Wuji couldn't help it anymore, jumped out to stop him, and said with a flattering smile on his face: "Madam, good wine is suitable to drink at any time! Besides, you look at the coolness of the bamboo forest, and the wind blowing the bamboo leaves.
When the sound reaches my ears, the beautiful scenery at such a good time suddenly comes to my mind~~~~"
"Did I talk to you?" Jintong asked sincerely. Gongsun Wuji was speechless and speechless.
"Tongtong, respect the old and love the young. We won't argue with Mr. Gongsun." Zheng Qiyan smoothed things over and personally took a bamboo tube of wine and handed it to Gongsun Wuji with both hands. These days, he has been busy pretending to be sick to accompany Jintong and has greatly neglected Mr. Gongsun. Zheng Qiyan
Make amends immediately.
Gongsun Wuji's self-esteem was greatly satisfied, and he muttered: "A good wine should be named after a poisonous snake."
"Say it again if you can!"
Gongsun Wuji took a sip of the wine and regained his flattering smile: "Bamboo Leaf Green is really a divine wine!"
"Isn't it the name of a poisonous snake?"
"A good man does not depend on his birthplace, and a good wine does not depend on its name! This wine is named horse urine, and I drink it without mistake!"
"Is this lady so uneducated?"
"My lady is so talented. I look up at the bright moon like the light of a firefly. I admire her very much!"
Zheng Qiyan had never seen Gongsun Wuji so bent over a sip of wine, and he really admired his little wife. He and Gongsun Wuji were half-teachers, half-friends, and quickly handed him a piece of roasted venison.
, so that he could stop his mouth.
Jintong was just angry that Gongsun Wuji always wanted to drag her into trouble, so he caught Gongsun Wuji's gluttonous character and deliberately indulged him with his appetite. A foodie who smells the aroma of food but cannot eat it is
How frustrating is it? Gongsun Laoer has been smelling the aroma of wine for half a year but cannot taste it. The pain he feels cannot be expressed in words.
Zhang He and others filled eight hundred bottles of wine and put the rest into a big jar. Gongsun Wuji drank from the wine in his hand and had been thinking about the hundreds of bottles for a long time. Jintong finally had a conscience and spoke: "
This large jar of wine is left here, and the rest is packed. Ninety-nine tubes are left, and ninety tubes are taken to Yingmo Studio for Master Qi to look at the distribution. The other nine tubes are sent to Yingzhu Studio."
"Madam is wise!" Gongsun Wuji was satisfied.
A few people continued to eat barbecue, but Wu An came over and said, sweating profusely: "Master Qi, Madam, the Jian'an Marquis Mansion said that Mrs. Zhen fell down and was very serious. She is probably going to die soon."
Zheng Qiyan and his wife were both shocked, leaving the two cats behind and continued to feast with Gongsun Wuji, and hurried to Jian'an Marquis Mansion.