The wind blows, and the white petals fall like snow, falling in the hair, on the skirts of clothes, in the hands...
The two of them seemed to be in a beautiful picture, and people couldn't bear to disturb them, for fear of destroying the beauty and tranquility.
One of the petals happened to fall on Su Yueming's eyebrow. He raised his hand, twirling the petal, and his fingertips slightly touched her eyebrow.
The dim light of the morning sun fell on his thick eyelashes, forming a beautiful arc on her face, and Su Yueming trembled slightly.
This harmonious appearance gives rise to the illusion that they have been a perfect match since their previous lives.
"I heard that you will be leaving in four days." She said, her voice sounded a little hoarse, as if she had something on her mind.
Murong Canghai nodded and said, "Yes, the emperor is ill and it's time for me to leave. Do you have the answer to the things I asked you to consider before?"
Su Yueming's eyebrows twitched slightly. He had indeed asked her to go back and be his Princess of the North Campus. However, she had already promised another person that she would always stay by his side and never leave, so——
"Ask me to make a pot of pear wine for the King of Beiyuan. Let's put it into practice." She did not directly answer his question.
He ordered someone to bring a pot of hot sake and put it in a clear jade bottle. The bottle exuded a moist luster in the morning light.
She took off a pear blossom with her own hands, gently picked off the petals stained with morning dew, and put them into the jade bottle one by one. Then she put the lid on the jug, held the wine in her hand, and shook it slowly.
The fragrance of pear blossoms and the freshness of dewdrops are integrated with the mellow wine industry.
Murong Canghai put the jade flute next to his hand and watched her every move carefully——
Making pear blossom wine seems simple, but in fact there are many things to pay attention to: the temperature of the sake, a little too much is too old, a little too little is too light; besides, the pear blossom must be the first flower that blooms in the morning, and the dew between the petals must not contaminate the rest.
Impurities, otherwise the mellow taste of the wine will be diluted; and the movement and frequency of shaking the bottle are also very particular, not too heavy, not too light, which is quite difficult to master.
But for Su Yueming, she is already familiar with it, and it is a pleasure to watch her make pear blossom wine.
After a while, she opened the lid of the wine bottle, and immediately a fragrance came out, tempting her to taste it.
She tilted the bottle and poured the wine into the cup, which exuded the fragrance of pear blossoms and the freshness of dewdrops. She picked up the cup with her delicate hands, raised it with both hands, and brought it to Murong Canghai's hand, saying -
"King of the North Campus, please."
Pear wine, pear, Li?
This must be the answer she gave.
Murong Canghai picked up the wine glass, raised her head, and downed the pear wine she had brewed in one gulp, but the deep and evil gaze never left her eyes.
Her eyes are sometimes clear, sometimes blurry, seemingly intense, but actually indifferent.
"Three years, you give Da San San another three years to grow into an enemy that can match the great Qin, and then let the Central Plains go, okay?" Su Yueming raised her eyes, looking at him who always exuded a cold and charming aura.
face, said.
The corner of Murong Canghai's lips raised in an evil arc. This fragrant pear blossom wine had a slightly bitter taste. She had actually noticed that he was about to unleash his horse to conquer the Central Plains?
He said, "Are you pleading for Xuanyuan Qihuang?"
Su Yueming did not shy away and said bluntly, "Yes."