Daughter not a concubine: black-bellied arrogant killer concubine

Yun Sheng lived in ancient times, and it was rare for him to drink this long-lost wine.

For a moment, looking at the cold moonlight in front of me, I thought of Wang Han's Liangzhou Ci.

But Wuyin misunderstood that it was Yun Sheng's doing.

Yun Sheng smiled and said, "I don't have such a good literary talent, I didn't write this poem."

"Oh? Who is that?" Wuyin asked Yunsheng while leaning on the fence beside him.

And Yun Sheng took another sip, and said casually, "It was done by an ancient man named Wang Han."

Wuyin listened and thought for a while.

But he said: "Wang Han? Why have I never heard of this person before? If I have heard such poems with broad artistic conception and no loss of beauty, I will definitely remember them."

Yun Sheng didn't take it seriously and said, "Is it possible that you have heard of all these ancient and modern poems."

Speaking of these, Wuyin was quite complacent: "I may not be an expert when it comes to political discourse, but when it comes to poetry, prose and prose, I still have confidence."

Yun Sheng poured another glass, and said casually: "Yes, poetry, poetry, and Fu, you are the first."

After drinking the whole jug, Wu Yin shook the jug in his hand, and sighed softly, "It's a pity, the wine is good wine, but it's too little. There are only two jugs made today. "

Yun Sheng also drank the last small glass, feeling a little tipsy from the alcohol.

She threw the wine jug in her hand forward vigorously, and it fell into the lake water, gradually sinking to the bottom.

Wuyin also followed Yunsheng's example and threw the wine jug in his hand into the lake.

Yun Sheng leaned back against the colonnade, and also sighed softly: "It's a pity that there are no fresh grapes now, otherwise I can make this wine myself."

When Yun Sheng lived on Lingyun Peak, Master Xingxin and Master Uncle Yuanshui were both good drinkers.

Over the years, Yun Sheng has also been fascinated by it, and he likes to drink a few cups from time to time.

And after drinking wine today, Yun Sheng couldn't help thinking, if this is the season of melons and fruits, he can make some fruit wine, and when there is nothing to do on weekdays, he can also drink it facing the moon like now.

In the ancient times when there was no nightlife, this can be regarded as a great pleasure.

But Yun Sheng's casual remarks aroused Wu Yin's interest.

Wu Yin heard Yun Sheng say that he could make this wine by himself, and immediately asked excitedly, "Do you know how to make this wine?"

Yun Sheng thought for a while and said, "Although I haven't tried it, it's nothing more than fermented fruit, so it shouldn't be difficult. It's just that it's hard to find fresh melons and fruits in the cold winter months."

Wuyin immediately smiled and said, "What's the problem with fresh melons and fruits? I'll find them for you tomorrow."

Yun Sheng didn't take it seriously at the time, and she didn't take it seriously when Wu Yin said that he wanted to get melons and fruits.

Before Wuyin left, Yun Sheng turned around and went back to his room, feeling a little drunk, wanting to go to bed early.

And get up early the next morning.

Qiao Yue hastily called outside Yun Sheng's room: "Miss, Miss, are you awake?"

Yun Sheng has always been a shallow sleeper, and even the slightest noise can wake her up.

Hearing that it was Qiaoyue, Yun Sheng responded lightly: "Yes."

Qiaoyue eagerly pushed the door open and entered, immediately said: "Miss, the third prince is here, and someone brought a lot of fruit."

I drank too much last night, and today I feel a little headache.

Yun Sheng supported his head and reflected for a moment, then remembered that last night he said he could make wine, but suffered from the lack of fresh fruit.

But Wuyin immediately said, "I'll get the fruit today."

Yun Sheng rubbed his temples, and said helplessly, "He is swift and resolute."