The rebirth of the poisonous concubine

Chapter 321 Almost revealing identity
After laughing, Situ Yan's face suddenly darkened, and an inexplicable feeling of discomfort arose in his heart.

Specifically because of what was uncomfortable, King Lingzhou couldn't say it himself, he just felt very depressed.

Situ Yan attributed his discomfort to the fact that he was used to An Lingsu's bullying.Now that An Lingsu suddenly bullied others, he felt very upset.

So while Situ Yan was upset, he went to find Mu Qing to go out.

"The great miracle doctor is so leisurely, let the patient Xuanyuan Lie take a break from his busy schedule, and let Su Su run errands for you? You have the nerve to call yourself a miracle doctor."

Situ Yan found Mu Qing who was lazily reading medical books in the wing room and said.

Seeing Situ Yan's sullen face, Mu Qing subconsciously reflected on himself, he thought he hadn't offended this old man these few days, why Situ Yan's face was so ugly that he looked like the bottom of a pot.

Mu Qing looked at Situ Yan innocently and said, "Which kind of wind is this good prince?"

"If you can't solve Xuanyuanlie's golden silkworm Gu, let Susu help, but you still can't do anything about the residual Gu poison. I think you can smash the sign of a genius doctor, just call a quack doctor."

Mu Qing was so annoyed by Situ Yan's words that he jumped his feet: "You, Situ Yan, you are a quack doctor. I was three years old and could memorize "Compendium of Materia Medica" backwards when I was five. A rare genius, you actually called me a quack doctor."

"If you don't want to admit that you are a quack, then learn how to detoxify Xuanyuan Lie." Someone said faintly.

Turning a blind eye to someone who brought trouble to Yuchi because of jealousy, she went directly to Qin Wange.

"Situ Yan, isn't it the golden silkworm Gu, I know it too!" After a long time, a roar came from the palace.

At this time, the snow had stopped and the sky was clear, and several plum blossoms were planted in the Wangfu facing the water, which looked very beautiful.

On the waterside terrace, a loft was built.

Situ Yan's palace is not very luxurious, but it is very elegant, and the master's unique thoughts can be seen from the decoration.

The attic is made of bamboo. There are bamboo bridges passing through the front and back of the Qushui River. There are windows on all sides of the bamboo building. Now that the daytime is fine, the windows are opened, and you can smell the faint fragrance of plum blossoms.

At this time, Situ Yan took Qin Wange to the bamboo tower in the name of wine tasting, leaving those annoying flies aside to enjoy the world of the two of them.

After warming a pot of wine, the scent of plum blossoms and wine permeated the air. The two chatted casually. The sunlight outside dragged their figures for a long, long time, and there was a sense of tranquility.

"What's the matter, who made Mu Qingsheng so arrogant."

"Oh, it's nothing. It's probably because he doesn't know how to detoxify the Golden Silkworm Gu. You'll hurt his heart. I just came over from his yard and he said that he wants to study the detoxification method. Next time you come to detoxify Xuanyuan Lie directly Just teach him the method and let him detoxify."

A certain person said without changing his face, and while speaking, poured a glass of wine for Qin Wange, the green liquid in the white jade glass was very beautiful.

Qin Wange took a sip lightly, a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes, and said: "This is ten-year-old Zhuyeqing, which comes from Jiang Fuchen, the number one brewer in the south of the Yangtze River. Jiang Fuchen has only brewed three altars in his life. Where did it come from?"

After taking a sip of the wine, he was attracted by the wine. Qin Wange had long forgotten about Mu Qing.

Before she met Situ Rui in her previous life, her life was no different from those idle boys in Beijing.At that time, under the guidance of her second senior brother Lin Yi, Liang Buzheng and Liang Wai, she accidentally developed a habit of drinking.

At that time, the things she liked most in her life were beauties and fine wine. When she was half drunk with Lin Yizhi, she teased and said with a smile: "It is a great joy in life to wake up and take power in the lap of a beautiful woman. But I As long as you can lie drunk on the lap of a beauty in this life, that's enough."

At that time, Lin Yizhi was also half drunk and half awake, poking her head with his fingertips and said with a smile: "What crazy things are you talking about again? It’s impossible to be a man. The most important thing for you little girl is to find a good husband and marry her.”

She likes good wine, and met Jiang Fuchen when he was traveling in the south of the Yangtze River. The two had similar interests, and soon became good friends, and got a jar of green bamboo leaves from him.

At that time, if she went to Jiangnan every year, she would sit in his Huangliang Pavilion, listen to him play the piano, and taste a jar of wine.

It's just that he has a very weird personality. Even though his winemaking skills are unparalleled, no matter what kind of fine wine, he only brews three jars of each type, and he won't brew any more. Jiang Fuchen is also called Jiang Santan in Jianghu.

It is precisely because of this that things are rare and precious, and the wine brewed by Jiang Fuchen is rare. Moreover, the master always has some eccentricities. When he is in a good mood, he will not accept a penny and give the whole altar away; if he does not like the other party, Even if the other party's status is beyond words and is willing to give ten thousand taels of gold, it is impossible to get him a glass of wine.

His strange temper and wine-making skills are equally well-known in the Jianghu.

"I know you are a wine drinker, but I didn't expect to be able to taste the wine brewed by Jiang Fuchen. It's really rare." Situ Yan also took a sip of the wine, and said with a slight smile on the corner of his mouth.

"It's not that I know wine, but I was lucky enough to taste a jar of green bamboo leaves back then. Once you drink the wine brewed by Jiang Fuchen once, you will definitely remember it so vividly that you will never forget it." Qin Wange poured it for himself again. One cup, said with a slight smile on the corner of his mouth.

As soon as the words were finished, the expressions of both of them froze. Seeing Situ Yan's surprised eyes, Qin Wange wanted to slap himself: let you drink to make things worse, and make you talk fast!
"Jiang Fuchen is called Jiang Santan by people in Jianghu, because no matter what kind of wine he brewed in his life, he only brewed three jars. Among the wines he brewed, Zhuyeqing was the best, but he only brewed three jars. A close friend, he would never sell it to others. I heard that among the three altars of bamboo leaf green, he only gave away one jar ten years ago. I heard that the other party is a very interesting girl, who is Jiang Fuchen's year-end friend. I gave her an altar; my master and Jiang Fuchen are close friends, I got an altar of bamboo leaf green because of my master's face, and the other jar is still kept in his Huangliang Pavilion, when did you drink the bamboo leaf green? ?”

Situ Yan said calmly, "Ten years ago you were only seven or eight years old, so that little girl probably wasn't you."

Although Situ Yan's tone was very flat, the tone of this statement already showed the suspicion in his heart. Qin Wange secretly felt bitter in his heart, and it was hard to say.

Facing Situ Yan's bright and charming narrow eyes, Qin Wange felt that the Zhuyeqing in the cup was the worst Zhuyeqing she had ever drunk in her life, and it was hard to swallow.

Fortunately, in order to avoid the trouble of being a general girl, I used the pseudonym Mu Ge to walk in the rivers and lakes. Mu is my mother's surname and Song is her name. Most people don't know about it.

Even if Situ Yan became suspicious, even if he asked Jiang Fuchen, he couldn't find anything.It is a blessing in misfortune.

It's just that today's matter can only be avoided as much as possible, and it can be concealed for a while. With Situ Yan's wisdom, he will become suspicious sooner or later.

"Many years ago, a sister traveled to southern Xinjiang. Because my mother was from Xiling, she felt very kind when seeing Xiling people, so she stayed in the palace for a while. She told me a lot about Xiling. The thing is, she brought me to drink that wine." Qin Wange said seriously.

Those eyes were as sincere as they needed to be, but it was not the first day Situ Yan knew her, so he knew that the more Qin Wange had such an expression, the more it meant that she was guilty.

Situ Yan's expression remained unchanged, he knocked on the cup with his slender hands, and said with a slight smile at the corner of his mouth, "What's the name of that sister you mentioned?"

"It's been a long time, that sister has been asking me to call her Sister Mu, so I don't remember exactly what her name is." Qin Wange pretended to think for a while before saying.

This kind of ambiguous answer can show credibility. After all, after so many years, if she can say the girl's name without hesitation, it will look like a fake.

"So that's how it is." Situ Yan looked at Qin Wange and said meaningfully: "However, ten years ago, you were only seven or eight years old, and that girl was so confused that she actually fed you a little girl." The child drinks. It’s hard for you not to remember the name of that sister, and you still remember the smell of this green bamboo leaf.”

Qin Wange smiled innocently.

Situ Yan poured himself a glass of wine, drank it all, but smiled very strangely. Before Qin Wange could figure out what his weird smile meant, he hugged her, pinned the back of her head, and leaned over with his mouth Feed wine.

The scent of green bamboo leaves lingered between the lips and teeth, and Situ Yan's tongue chased Qin Wange's. This kiss was particularly domineering, and Qin Wange was not allowed to flinch.

In the end, the taste of wine in her mouth gradually faded away, but Qin Wange's eyes gradually dimmed. She had only drank two glasses of wine, but she felt drunk. Now her capacity for alcohol is getting worse. what?

After a long time, Situ Yan left slowly. He whispered in Qin Wange's ear: "You don't want to say that I won't force you. One day, I will make you believe in me willingly and put everything in order." Tell me. Huh?"

There was still the scent of green bamboo leaves between Situ Yan's lips and teeth, and the hot air from his exhaled sprayed on Qin Wange's face, flowing along with his breath, she only felt a tingling numbness all over her body.

Those peach blossom eyes are as gentle as the spring water in March when the spring breeze blows by. In the jokes back then, the beauty lying on the lap of a drunken beauty should refer to Situ Yan.

Such a beauty is so beautiful.

His hazy eyes met Situ Yan's, and there was a light mist in his eyes.

(End of this chapter)