Although the pavilion is outdoors and there are no wind-blocking walls on all sides, it is not cold inside. When the pavilion was originally built, floor heating was used underneath, and there was no snow around the entire pavilion. Farther away is
It's a snow-white winter landscape, but it's as warm as spring in the pavilion.
A maid brought two small bowls and two jars of wine. After putting down the things, she respectfully stepped away, finishing everything without saying a single word.
In the pavilion, Hu Gechi took a small bowl and filled it with wine, then raised his head and drank it all. The crystal wine fell out of the corner of his mouth, shining brightly under the light.
"Well, this is good wine." He put down the bowl and looked at the real gold. "Second brother, you are also a Mongolian. How come drinking has become so elegant nowadays? What's the point of drinking with a small cup? It's like a Han.
of."
Zhenjin smiled and sipped a glass of wine, "If I drank like you, I would probably get drunk faster."
"It's not possible. Second brother, you were not like this in the military camp."
"Yes!" Zhenjin's voice was very soft, as if he was talking to himself. His dark brown eyes were deep and quiet, as if they were looking at what he looked like a long time ago.
In the past, he drank from a large bowl and never thought that drinking would delay anything or cause any problems. But now he knows that he cannot get drunk, even if he knows that his drinking capacity is not weak, he cannot drink too much. What has changed?
What about this?
Hu Gechi didn't bother him, he drank two more bowls of wine, and then filled it again. He waited quietly, waiting for the real gold.
It took a long time for Zhenjin to recover from the memories, but there was still a smile on his lips. He picked up the chopsticks, took a bite of the dish and put it into his mouth, "The taste is still not as good as our Xanadu."
Hu Gechi picked up a small knife in front of him, cut a piece of mutton on the plate in front of him and put it into his mouth, "It's not as good as the one in Xanadu, but if the most delicious thing is the mutton on our prairie, that's it.
The real fragrance is much more delicious than these."
Zhenjin nodded, "I'll be back to Dadu in a few days. I need to offer sacrifices in March this year. You won't forget this, right?"
"How could I forget this!" When he said this, Hu Gechi suddenly laughed, "If it is usually very lively during the white moon, but this year it feels dull for some reason. The Han people are not happy during this Spring Festival, and Mongolia
People don’t seem to be as happy as they imagined. Maybe it’s because they’re not in Dadu!”
Zhenjin didn't say anything this time, he just drank alone again. He also felt that the silence was a little too much, and there was no New Year atmosphere in the Anxi Prince's Palace. He even had the illusion that the Mongolians did not pay attention to this New Year.
. It is said that this year they can be said to have won a great victory, and the entire Yashan was uprooted. But why they can't celebrate at this time, no one can say. Of course, although Anxi Prefecture is so dull, most of them are indeed prosperous.
lively.
"Second brother, thank you." Hu Gechi suddenly pushed out a bowl of wine, "If you hadn't helped me this time, I'm afraid Amul would have..."
Zhenjin came back to his senses and looked at the wine in front of him for a long time without touching it.
"I know that many people in Dadu are now saying that you temporarily disobeyed orders, and many people even complained to my father. Second brother, this time..."
"She is also my Amul, no matter..." Zhenjin picked up the wine bowl and drank it all in one gulp, the strong wine burning down his throat and into his heart, "no matter whether she marries you or not."