Meng Qiqi took out the wine at this time, and was about to pour it to Fan Taichu. However, a slender and fair hand pressed on the top of the bottle, Meng Qiqi followed and looked over, Sheng Jiayan looked back coldly: "No drinking."
Fan Taichu thought it was a small fight between the siblings, and laughed for a while, then his face changed: "No, I have to go to a thatched hut, you two eat first."
After he left, Meng Qiqi put the wine jar on the table heavily: "Why doesn't your majesty allow me to drink it, this is just a fine wine in the mortal world, nothing can go wrong."
Meng Qiqi said this because she thought that the reason why Sheng Jiayan did not allow her to drink was because she had been drunk eight times in heaven and countless times in the underworld. Meng Qiqi is not good at drinking, but he does love wine.
Sheng Jiayan was about to speak, but a strong aroma of wine wafted from the door. A female voice said, "Storekeeper, can I live in the store?"
Meng Eqi Xunyin looked over and saw that the person who came was a girl in red, wearing simple clothes. She seemed to be on her way, wet, and stood at the door to ask inside.
I'm afraid they're not from Linyao City. They passed by Cuiweiju and mistakenly thought that Meng Qiqi and the others were the shopkeepers.
Meng Eqi was afraid that one more person would cause trouble, so she thought of rejecting it. Unexpectedly, Fan Taichu came out of the backyard and just heard it, so he immediately waved his hand and rushed forward: "girl, go away, this place is not clean."
"It's not clean?" The girl in red looked back and forth: "I think your arrangement is quite spacious."
After all, her eyes stopped for a few seconds on Sheng Jiayan's face, and then moved away.
Fan Taichu approached her mysteriously and lowered his voice: "This place is haunted, we are the people who were invited by the store to stay here for one night. I'm afraid it's not good for you and a girl to stay with us. Before it gets dark, go as soon as possible. ."
Who would have thought that the girl not only was not afraid, but entered the door carelessly and sat down at the table: "What do I think it is. Isn't it a ghost? I have heard a lot of strange things along the way, ghosts. I'm not afraid of this thing. Look at the heroes, I'm in a lot of embarrassment right now, and I don't know when I can find a place to stay. I'll take a day off here, and I'll leave tomorrow, and I won't give you any more money. trouble."
Meng Eqi shook her head, just about to continue saying no. Unexpectedly, Fan Taichu said: "Then... that's fine."
Meng Eqi glared at him, and he was a little embarrassed: "This girl is really soaking wet, and it's getting dark soon, I don't know if I can find another home."
After that, Fan Taichu was very hospitable and bought tableware for the girl in red.
As they got closer, Meng Eqi looked at the girl's beauty, and she was quite likable. It's just that there is a strong aroma of wine all over her body. She claims to have opened a wine shop in the next town. This time she came to Yaocheng to buy better drinks. Who knew that the road encountered heavy rain, so I could only hurriedly find a hotel to escape.
Meng Qiqi was stared at by Sheng Jiayan because she couldn't drink good wine. She was unwilling and didn't say much. Fan Taichu chatted with the woman in red all night long.
In the end, the woman in red put down her chopsticks, and the candlelight reflected in her jumping eyes. She smiled and said, "Speaking of ghosts, I have also heard a story. While everyone is bored, and for the occasion, I will tell you all to beat your teeth. ."
A long time ago, there was a poor scholar named Changsheng in a certain town. Changsheng had no ability and could not pass the exams, so he lived by his family's ancestral house. But at that time he was accompanied by a girl who knew how to make wine, named Feng Lianzhao. Feng Lianzhao didn't know where it came from. Anyway, he always followed the scholar. He didn't mind his family's hardships. Instead, he made wine to subsidize his livelihood.
Then one day, a woman in a green shirt appeared in the town. Her soft eyes are intoxicating, and her slender figure is as fascinating as a little fairy serving on Yaotai. She speaks gracefully, as if it were more fragrant than Feng Lianzhao's wine.
But when she got close, she could smell the faint tea fragrance on her body.
Changsheng often talked to this woman, and Feng Lianzhao sometimes followed behind the two of them holding the wine jar. A faint sadness flashed across his gorgeous face, and in a blink of an eye, Lian Zhao's arrogant expression was replaced. Occasionally, he was wearing a vermilion dress that was fresh and strong, and sat barefoot on a green tree, with a wine jug pinned to his waist. She looked at the sky, chatting with Changsheng and the woman in green in the distance. She shook her posture, and the golden bell on her ankle followed with a crisp sound.
Feng Lianzhao gulped down the spirits in one gulp, and had no other feeling except the pungency in his stomach. On the side of the road, a boy driving a cow passed by and asked, "Sister Feng, is it hard?"
Feng Lianzhao froze for a moment, her brows raised, as if she was invincible: "How can I feel bitter when I brew the wine myself. You little boy, you will understand when you grow up, you will know after you eat this strong wine, good things need to be obtained. tortured."
She smiled, and the wind carried her blue silk like splashing ink. The boy drove the cow away, but Feng Lianzhao fell silent.
Yes, she hasn't been drunk for a long time. She almost forgot what it was like to be drunk.
When the woman in red said this, the wine jar that had been brought in didn't know when, and she poured a bottle of wine and drank it one by one. Meng Qiqi looked at her smacking her lips enviously, and received a cold look from Sheng Jiayan.
The tea woman's name is Qu Yixiang, and she makes good tea. In addition to being kind, the word virtuous is not enough for her. She is like a soft and blue wave, whenever she is teased, she will respond with a circle of ripples, just like her people, gentle and beautiful.
And Feng Lianzhao is like a raging fire, with no sand in his eyes, he likes making wine and following Changsheng the most. The fragrance of the wine she brews can be faintly smelled ten miles away, just because the wine she brews is too strong, and people in the world can get drunk and talk nonsense with just one sip. But her wine is like this, which makes people love and hate. While smacking her tongue and choking tears, she put a wine cup in her mouth, and said with a giggling: "It's really Dukang in heaven."
The two of them became famous for a while, and there were rumors in the market: Even if the world's light wine and rough tea are fighting for color, how can they compare to the two families of Qufeng
Qu Yixiang opened a tea house, named Guangling Pavilion, to add tea fragrance to the world's heroes and heroes. Feng Lianzhao only makes wine for Changsheng, and other than that, he gives it to people who are destined. He doesn't take money, and he doesn't say much. It seems that his eyebrows should be born with pride.
Only after Changsheng drank the wine she brewed, she burst into tears and pointed at Feng Lianzhao with a smile. At this time, she would stare back carefully, no one noticed, that gaze seemed to be able to make the sky cold. Xuanyue turned into a full moon.
Before Qu Yixiang came, Feng Lianzhao always went in and out with Changsheng. When people in the imperial city mentioned Feng Lianzhao, they would laugh and say that she was the little lady of Changsheng's family. The half-joking remarks were so heartwarming to hear. Feng Lianzhao did not respond whenever she heard it. She just turned around and her lips curved. For the first time, she understood that apart from making wine, there are other ways to make people feel like this. Can't help but laugh.
Changsheng seemed to like discussing the tea ceremony with Qu Yixiang, and Lian Zhao didn't know what to think, from standing beside him to standing around Changsheng later. Only the icy aroma of wine on her body and the glamorous look between her brows did not change, the rest seemed to have changed. Even when people in the world talk about longevity, they no longer take Feng Lianzhao with them.
Changsheng and Qu Yixiang went up the mountain to pick tea on a rainy day, just because Qu Yixiang said that he would pick new tea after the rain, Changsheng walked on the muddy mountain road, stumbled and followed Qu Yixiang with a paper umbrella, she seemed to be familiar with the road, her pace Not fast or slow, but steady. Unlike longevity, you have to stumble after a few steps. Even Changsheng's clothes were wet, but he only wanted to shelter Qu Yixiang from the rain.
Feng Lianzhao followed behind him, pulling him from time to time without saying a word in silence. It's just that he didn't hold an umbrella. Often, after a rain, Changsheng's hem was wet, but Feng Lianzhao was soaked all over, and he hadn't seen her say anything. On the contrary, Qu Yixiang's smile was confusing.
Hearing this, Meng Eqi couldn't help but nodded and interjected, "Looks like Changsheng has changed his mind."
The woman in red raised her eyebrows slightly: "If Changsheng has never been tempted, how can he change his mind?"
Meng Eqi felt that it was reasonable after hearing this, so she motioned to the woman in red to continue.
In this way, two years have passed gradually, and there is no trace of folds in a peaceful life. Even the relationship between Changsheng, Qu Yixiang, and Feng Lianzhao is still the same. It is said that longevity is good fortune, and he has two wives of peerless beauty.
Until that day, a Taoist priest surnamed Jiang came to Chang'an City, with a dumb word, about thirty in his early thirties.
True to his name, he does not speak. Dressed in a tattered and unrecognizable commoner, he wandered around the city every day without asking for food or even money. People regarded him as a lunatic who lost his mind. Seeing that he hadn't done anything hurtful for a long time, he relaxed.
One night, the Taoist priest suddenly walked to the eaves of a family and sat down. As soon as he sat down, a pouring rain fell from the sky. The Taoist priest did not seem surprised, and the old monk closed his eyes and calmed down.
With a "squeak", the door behind him opened.
Feng Lianzhao bent over and placed a bowl of hot noodle soup, a cotton-padded jacket with fine stitches, and a paper umbrella in front of the Taoist priest. The Taoist opened his eyes and looked at her.
Feng Lianzhao didn't want to say more and straightened up to leave. The Taoist raised his hand to stop her, took out a piece of paper from his arms and handed it to her. Feng Lianzhao took it in doubt, tucked it into his sleeve, turned around and closed the door and went back to the room.
It wasn't until he unfolded the crumpled paper under the lamp yellow Rudou, and saw a word written in black on the white paper, Feng Lianzhao's heart was shocked. He hurriedly ran out to look for the old Taoist, but the Taoist priest didn't know where to go. There were still steaming noodles, cotton-padded clothes and the closed paper umbrella on the ground.
Feng Lianzhao bit his lip and squeezed the paper in his hand. Then he opened his eyes again, and sighed in resignation. The important things in his eyes seem to be deeper than Yunxiao. She threw the paper away and turned back to her room.
I saw that the paper fell on the puddle, and the rain became heavier and heavier, gradually dissolving the ink on the paper until the original appearance could not be seen.
What was written on the paper was nothing but the word "robbery".