Dressed as the Cannon Fodder Ex-Wife of the Regent

Chapter 86: Gu Lin's face was covered with frost

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The Daye official turned red from being bullied, and was very unconvinced, but he couldn't refute his words.

Seeing that they were speechless, the envoys returning to Xinjiang felt a sense of accomplishment, "Do you think that drinking wine is a direct booze? Then you are completely wrong."

"Since you say that wine is an elegant thing, you must know what to serve it with to make it look more elegant."

At this moment, the woman's clear and sweet voice suddenly sounded.

When the envoys returned to Xinjiang, they saw a beautiful woman smiling at them.

They were stunned for a moment, and the next moment, they felt a heat in their noses, and something rushed out, and when they touched it, their hands were covered with blood.

All the envoys: "..."

"Haha..." Xiao Yan thumped the table and laughed out loud.

Others laughed too.

Sure enough, he is a barbarian. When he saw the princess regent, his nose bleeds. Have you never seen a beauty

Faux pas, what a faux pas!

Daye official shook his head.

Gu Linchao's face was covered with frost, and he coldly swept over the nosebleed envoys in Huijiang.

All the envoys didn't know that they had already been targeted by a certain prince, and after wiping the nosebleed, they immediately said courteously to Wen Yun: "The princess regent doesn't know, this wine is different from ordinary wine, it needs to be shaken slowly , to taste its mellow fragrance."

After all, an envoy poured the wine into a special container.

The container said it was like a cup, but it was not like a cup, because there was a tall foot under it to support it.

Daye officials looked puzzled.

What kind of weird thing is this

But Wen Ronglong was very surprised.

Isn't this the prototype of the goblet for later generations

It's just that there was no such thing as glass at this time, so the cup in the hand of the envoy back to Xinjiang was cast with something made of iron.

After the envoy poured the wine, he brought it over directly and wanted to pass it to Wen Yunong.

"Before drinking this wine, it must be shaken gently, so that the taste of the wine will be more mellow."

Wen Rongjun nodded and took it, "What you said makes sense, but serving wine in such a rough cup will only destroy its taste."

The envoy looked at her in surprise, seeing her tone as if she understood wine, and couldn't help asking: "Then what the regent princess said, what should I use to pretend it?"

Wen Rongjun smiled, and didn't answer directly, but recited a famous poem through the ages, "Grape and wine luminous cup, if you want to drink the pipa, immediately remind me, Lord Mo Xiao is drunk on the battlefield, how many people have fought in ancient times."

The audience suddenly fell silent, only the sound of silk and bamboo continued to ring.

They seemed to be brought into the artistic conception of this poem, and they suddenly felt a kind of tragic pride.

"Snapped!"

Suddenly someone clapped his hands vigorously and praised, "Wonderful, wonderful, this poem is really amazing, the regent princess is so talented!"

"Quickly, quickly, get the old man a pen and paper. The old man wants to write down this poem."

"Yeah, this poem is really wonderful, it's wine, vocal music, battlefield, and the pride of the generals..."

Daye officials praised it one after another, and got together to discuss the poem.

Wen Yunlong was ashamed, raised his hand to stroke his forehead, and out of the corner of his eye, he caught sight of Gu Linchao who was sitting there quietly.

His expression became more solemn, as if immersed in some artistic conception.

Wen Yunjun was a little strange, it's impossible that Gu Linchao was also taken aback by the poem she just recited, right

impossible

But it is true.

When others listened to this poem, they were quite touched, not to mention Gu Linchao, who fought in the battlefield when he was a teenager and was used to killing wars.

There was a trace of pity between his brows.

It took a long time before I came back from the artistic conception of the poem, and turned to look at Wen Yun.

Seeing this, Wen Rongyong immediately sat upright, as if he hadn't looked at him just now, but out of the corner of his eye, he clearly saw the man staring at her for a long time before moving away.