The prostitute is fierce: the vicious queen does not accept joy

The wind blows, and the white petals fall like snow, falling on the hair, the skirt, the palm of the hand...

The two of them seem to be in a beautiful picture scroll, which is unbearable to be disturbed, for fear of destroying the beauty and tranquility of this piece.

One of the petals happened to fall on the tip of Su Yueming's eyebrows. He raised his hand and twirled the petals, his fingertips slightly touched the center of her eyebrows.

The twilight of the morning sun fell on his thick eyelashes, forming a beautiful arc on her face, Su Yueming trembled slightly all over.

This harmonious appearance gives people the illusion that they have been a couple since their previous lives.

"I heard that you will be leaving in four days." She said, her voice was hoarse, as if she had something on her mind.

Murong Canghai nodded, and said, "Yes, the Emperor is ill, I should go. Do you have an answer to the matter you have considered before?"

The corners of Su Yueming's brows twitched slightly. He indeed asked her to go back to be his concubine of the North Courtyard. However, she had already promised another person that she would always stay by his side and never leave, so——

"Let me cook a pot of pear blossom wine for the king of the North Courtyard, it's right to practice it." She didn't answer his question directly.

He ordered someone to bring a pot of hot sake, and put it in a clear jade bottle, the body of the bottle exuded a moist luster in the morning light.

She took down a branch of pear blossom with her own hands, gently picked off the petals that were stained with morning dew, and put them one by one into the jade bottle, then covered the wine pot, held the wine in her hand, and shook it slowly, The fragrance of pear blossoms and the freshness of dew are integrated with the mellow wine.

Murong Canghai put Yuxiao by his hand, carefully watching her every movement——

Making pear blossom brewing seems simple, but in fact there are many things to pay attention to: the temperature of this sake, a little too much is too old, and a little less is too little; 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 it will wash out the mellow taste of the wine; and the movement and frequency of shaking the bottle are also very particular, not too heavy, nor too light, it is quite difficult to master.

But for Su Yueming, he is already familiar with the road, watching her make pear blossom stuffing is a kind of enjoyment.

After a while, she opened the lid of the jug, and suddenly, a delicate fragrance came out, tempting to taste.

She tilted the wine bottle and poured the wine into the glass, exuding the fragrance of pear blossoms and the freshness of dewdrops. She picked up the glass with her delicate hands, held it up to Murong Canghai's hand, and said——

"King of the North Courtyard, please."

Pear wine, pear, li?

This is the answer she gave.

Murong Canghai picked up the wine glass, raised his head, and drank the pear blossom wine she brewed by herself in one gulp, but that deep and evil gaze never left her eyes.

Her eyes are sometimes clear, sometimes blurred, seemingly intense, but actually indifferent.

"Three years, you give Dasan another three years, let it grow into an enemy that can match Daqin, and then let Ma Zhongyuan go, okay?" Su Yueming raised his eyes, looking at him who was always exuding a cold charm face, said.

The corners of Murong Canghai's lips raised in an evil arc. The mellow pear blossom wine tasted a bit bitter. She had already realized that he was about to flatten the Central Plains?

He said, "Are you pleading for Xuanyuan Qihuang?"

Su Yueming didn't evade, and said bluntly, "Yes."