This self-imposed penalty of one drink was naturally a penalty of drinking wine. Since they were all at her daughter's house, Wei Jia asked the maid to bring osmanthus wine and put a pot on each table.
Not only does this osmanthus wine have the aroma of osmanthus, its taste is not overly sweet either. If you weren't someone who doesn't know how to drink, you wouldn't be very intoxicating even if you drank a pot of it.
As the master, Wei Jia started with her.
The maid covered her eyes with a handkerchief and started beating with a small drum hammer: "Dong dong dong..."
The drum beat sounded, and Wei Jia passed the peony flower in her hand to Princess Liufang beside her.
The princess took the peony flowers and passed them to the ladies at the other table.
"Haha..." The ladies who received the flowers hurriedly passed the flowers in their hands to another person.
Song Ziyu looked nervously at the flower that was about to reach him, and his heart beat as fast as a drum.
She hoped that the drumbeat would stop when the flowers came to her, because she had no money in her stomach, and was afraid that the drumbeat would stop when the flowers fell on her, and she would not be able to recite a poem. If so, she would have to be beaten.
Ridiculously.
After a while, the flower was passed to Song Ziyu's hand. She was busy passing the flower in her hand to the next table when the drumming stopped.
Seeing this, Zhu Xiuhe and several noble ladies looked at Song Ziyu with expressions as if they were waiting to see a joke.
Song Ziyu looked at the red peony flowers in her hands, frowning and thinking about the poems that Mr. Kong once taught her.
It's just that she hasn't learned a few poems in total, and she can't remember the poems related to flowers.
Zhu Xiuhe looked at her and mocked: "Song Ziyu, if you can't think of it, stop thinking about it and punish yourself with a drink!"
Zhang Huixin also covered her lips with a smile and said: "It seems that your husband not only didn't teach you idioms, but he also didn't teach you poetry!"
"Maybe this is no wonder, sir. Maybe someone is stupid and can't teach it no matter how hard he teaches it!"
Being ridiculed by Zhu Xiuhe and others, Song Ziyu was annoyed and embarrassed, and became increasingly unable to think of any poems.
When she was in embarrassment and shame, she suddenly remembered the poem her grandfather had taught her to recite when she was a child, holding her in his arms and sitting in the house, looking at the white snow and red plums outside.
She thought about it carefully, then swallowed her saliva, and chanted with some hesitation: "There are several plum blossoms in the corner, and Ling Han is blooming alone. I know it is not snow, because there is a faint fragrance."
After she finished chanting, her heart was beating like a drum, and she didn't know if she had chanted correctly.
She actually said a poem related to flowers! Zhu Xiuhe curled her lips in disappointment, "I'm afraid everyone doesn't know this poem!"
Hearing Zhu Xiuhe say this, Song Ziyu knew that he had not chanted wrongly, and he breathed a sigh of relief.
"Dong dong dong..."
The drums sounded again, and the peony flowers began to spread again.
This time when the drumming stopped, the peony flower fell into Zhu Xiuhe's hand.
She raised her chin, looked at Song Ziyu and recited: "Pear blossoms, thousands of trees, snow, thousands of willows, smoke."
Song Ziyu thought hard for a long time before he remembered the poem. If he tried it again, he might not be able to recite a poem related to flowers.
After the flower was passed around again, it fell into Song Ziyu's hand again.
Song Ziyu held the flower in his hand and could no longer recall any poems related to flowers.
She bit her lip and picked up the wine glass.
Naturally, Zhu Xiuhe would not miss any opportunity to laugh at her, "Hey, you can't think of this?"
"That's right, we haven't read a few songs yet!"
"It seems that Miss Song only knows one poem."
Song Ziyu's face was red with anger, but he couldn't say anything to refute, so he had to pick up the wine glass and drink the wine in one gulp.
"Dong dong dong..."
I don’t know if Song Ziyu just memorized it, but after passing the flower for a round, the drumming stopped again after the flower fell into her hand.
After just two glasses of wine, her face was already red.
After two rounds of passing, the two noble ladies said poems related to flowers, and the flower fell into Song Ziyu's hands twice more, and she drank two cups in succession.
Every time I drink, I will inevitably be ridiculed by Zhu Xiuhe and others.
Song Ziyu was young and did not know how to drink. After four glasses of wine, her head began to feel dizzy.
She propped her elbows on the table, held her face as red as the sunset with both hands, and looked at others passing flowers around with blurred eyes.
When the flowers were passed to her, she did not reach out to take them, and the other party threw them directly on her table.
Song Ziyu looked at the flowers on the table without moving for a long time.
"Miss, pass it quickly!" Hongyu, who was standing behind her, reminded her in a low voice.
"Pass?" Song Ziyu held her chin with one hand and picked up the peony flowers on the table. At this moment, the drumbeat stopped again.
Zhu Xiuhe laughed and said: "Song Ziyu is you again, don't think about it anymore, you can't think of it even if you think about it, drink it quickly!"
It had been more than half an hour since the flower had given birth. The ladies nearby all recited poems related to flowers. The wine was not even drunk, but Song Ziyu kept drinking.
Wei Jia looked at Song Ziyu who was obviously drunk, frowned and said, "Forget it! Miss Song is already drunk, so don't let her drink!"
After all, she was young. If she got drunk and did something outrageous, it would be difficult for her as the master to explain it.
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