Another gust of wind blew by, and the strong aroma of wine made people feel warm.
This year is not in Dadu, nor in Shuzhong, nor is it like every other year in the past. This year has experienced too much, but at the same time, it has also erased a lot.
Arnold has forgiven Zhenjin in his heart. No matter what happened between them in the past, it is now clear. She understands his kindness to her, and she also understands what he did for her. Everything starts again, and she
I have decided not to hate him or dislike him.
Hu Gechi held Arnold's hand tightly and took her step by step to sit down at the stone table in the pavilion.
"Second brother, why are you still drinking here so late today? The snow just stopped!"
"I haven't seen such heavy snow for a long time. It would be nice to drink some wine and enjoy the snow here. Before I knew it, I was here." Zhenjin said with a smile, and his whole body was full of elegance.
Hu Gechi took the jug and poured himself a glass of wine. After drinking it in one gulp, he shook his head and said, "You can't drink from a small cup to get the taste. It's better to use a larger bowl."
Zhenjin looked helpless, and his eyes fell on Arnold's face. He took a small porcelain wine glass, filled it half full and handed it to Arnold, "This is the wine brewed last year. It has been buried here for a year.
You can give it a try."
Arnold took the wine glass he handed over, took a sip and slowly closed his eyes.
"How?" Zhenjin asked.
Arnold opened his eyes and smiled: "There is no good or bad thing about drinking. To me, wine has the same taste."
"Amul, you'd better not drink too much, and don't go crazy again when you're drunk." Hu Gechi smiled and took the wine glass from Arnold's hand, and then waved to the maid who had been watching in the distance, "
Make a pot of hot tea for the princess."
Arnold was slightly stunned. Hu Gechi hadn't called her by this name for a long time. He had been calling her Han name for so many days, and now he called her Mongolian name. Her eyes quickly swept over Zhenjin.
, this name was given to her by Zhenjin, and it is precisely because of this name that she is also a Mongolian in the eyes of Mongolians. Maybe there is really no difference between Mongols and Hans, just a different title.
That's all.
"It's true that you can't drink too much. We can't bear it if we drink too much and go crazy." He narrowed his eyes and smiled broadly. He didn't look as heavy as before. Maybe he was drunk, so he rolled up his sleeves without hesitation.
Arnold's face blushed slightly, "That was before, I was still young at that time."
Hu Gechi gently stopped her shoulder and said, "You Han people have a saying, you will see age when you are three years old. If you don't drink enough wine when you are young, you will get better when you are older?"
Arnold glared at him, and a gust of wind happened to blow over. She felt that her slightly open mouth was filled with cold wind, and she coughed because her throat felt uncomfortable.
The laughter stopped, and Zhenjin's narrowed eyes reopened, still with dark brown eyes, which were so deep that it was difficult to see clearly. "It's getting late, Amul, go back and rest!"
Hu Gechi also nodded in agreement, "This is not far from the courtyard where we live. Let the maid accompany you back to rest first, so as not to catch the cold wind blowing here."
Arnold stood up, knowing in her heart that it was Hu Ge Chitong Zhenjin who had something to say. She reached out and picked up a small wine pot on the table, "I'm taking this pot of wine with me. I want to go back and taste it."
Let’s see how this wine is different from what we usually drink.” After that, he ignored the two of them and turned around to leave.