Meng Po’s Husband Chasing Diary - Chapter 358

At this time, Meng Wanqi took out the fine wine, and he would serve Fan Taichu. Although a slender white hand pressed against the bottle, Meng Eqiu looked at it, and Sheng Jiayan looked back coldly: “No drinking.”

Fan Taichu thought that it was a little trouble between the brother and sister, and he laughed for a while, and suddenly his face changed: “No, I have to go to a cottage, you two eat first.”

After he left, Meng Haoqi put the wine jar heavily on the table: “Why does your majesty not allow me to drink? This is just a mortal wine, and no mistake can be made.”

The reason why Meng Yuqi said this is because she thought Sheng Jiayan did not allow her to drink, because she had drunk eight times in the heavenly court, and the number of times she was drunk in the local government was countless. Mengqiu wine is not good, but it does love wine.

Sheng Jiayan was about to speak, but there was a strong scent of wine at the door. There is a female voice at homeopathy: “Store, can you live in a store?”

Meng Hao looked at the sound of the tour. The person who came was a girl in a red dress. She was dressed simply, and the only eyebrow in the vermilion skirt was flying. She looked imposing. She seemed to be on her way, wet, and stood in the doorway and asked.

I’m afraid not a person from Linyao City, passing Cuiweiju, and mistakenly thought that they were stores.

Meng Haoqi feared that one more person would be in trouble, so he thought of refusing it. Who knows that Fan Taichu came out of the backyard to hear it, and immediately waved his hand and drove forward: “Girls go, this place is not clean.”

“Not clean?” The girl in red looked back and forth: “I see you are very bright.”

Having said that, her eyes paused on Sheng Jiayan’s face for a few seconds, then moved away.

Fan Taichu approached her mysteriously and lowered his voice: “Here is haunted. We are the one who invited the store to stay here for one night. I’m afraid it’s not good for you as a girl to follow us. Let’s go as soon as it’s dark. .”

Unexpectedly, the girl was not only not afraid after hearing this, but instead entered the door boldly and sat down at the table: “What am I supposed to be. Isn’t it a ghost? I walked along the way and heard a lot of weird things, ghosts I’m not afraid of this stuff. You see, a few heroes, I’m in a lot of embarrassment now, so I don’t know when I will find a place to stay again. I will be here for a day, and I will leave tomorrow morning, and I will never add to you. trouble.”

Meng 萋 shaking his head, just to continue to say no. Who knew that Fan Taichu said: “Then… that’s okay.”

Meng Hao glanced at him, and he said a little bit: “This girl is indeed soaked, and it will be dark soon. I don’t know if I can find another home.”

After that, Fan Taichu was very hospitable and added tableware to the girl in red.

Moving closer, Meng Hao looked at the girl’s beautiful appearance, which was quite flattering. It was just a strong smell of wine. She claimed to be a wine shop in the next town. This time she came to Yaocheng to try to get a better drink. Unexpectedly, when the road was hit by heavy rain, he could only find a store to avoid it.

Meng Haoqi was stared at by Sheng Jiayan because he couldn’t drink fine wine. One night, Fan Taichu chatted with the woman in red.

Finally, the woman in red put down her chopsticks, and the candlelight reflected in her jumping eyes. She smiled and said, “Speaking of ghosts, I also heard a story. While everyone was bored, and for the sake of the scene, I told you to give you a tooth-cutting festival .”

A long time ago, there was a poor scholar in a certain town called Changsheng, who had no skill in getting longevity and failed to get credit for his merits. He lived on his ancestral home. But then he was accompanied by a wine-making girl named Feng Lianzhao. Feng Lianzhao didn’t know where he came from. He always followed the scholars anyway. He didn’t think his family was suffering. Instead, he made subsidies for his livelihood.

Then one day, a woman in a green shirt came up from the town. The soft eyes of her eyes were intoxicating, and she looked as fascinating as a little fairy on the Yaotai. She speaks with grace and elegance, as if it is more fragrant than Feng Lianzhao’s wine.

But as she got closer, she sniffed the faint tea fragrance on her.

Longevity often talked to this woman. Feng Lianzhao sometimes hugged the wine altar and followed him, and her beautiful face gleamed sadly, and was replaced by Lian Zhao’s arrogant expression. From time to time, she wore a bright, verdant dress, sitting barefoot on the green tree, pinned to her waist. She looked at the sky, and the longevity and the Tsing Yi woman who were laughing and joking in the distance shook her posture, and the golden bell on her ankle rang with a clear sound.

Feng Lianzhao swallowed hard liquor, and had no other feeling than the spicy stomach. A boy rushed by the road and asked, “Sister Feng, do you suffer?”

Feng Lianzhao paused, raising his eyebrows, as if he could not be lifeless: “Why would my own wine feel bitter? You boy, you will know when you grow up, you know this good wine, good things need tortured.”

She smiled, and the wind brought her blue ink like ink. The child drove the cattle away, but Feng Lianzhao fell silent.

Yes, she hasn’t been drunk for a long time, and she has forgotten what it’s like to be drunk.

Speaking of this place, the woman in red said that when she moved to the wine jar, she poured herself a drink. Meng Haoqi looked at his mouth enviously and was sneered by Sheng Jiayan.

The tea-scented woman’s name is Qu Yixiang, and she makes good tea. Coupled with being kind, the word virtue used on her only felt inadequate. She is like a soft blue wave, no matter when you go, she will respond to a circle of ripples, just like her people, gentle and beautiful.

Feng Lianzhao is like a blaze of fire, and he can’t rub a little bit of sand in his eyes. He likes to make wine and follows Changsheng. The wine she brewed could smell faintly ten miles away, just because the wine she brewed was too strong, and the world would be drunk with a sip and talk nonsense. But her wine was so love and hate, she choked tears and sent wine to her mouth, and said with a grin: Really Dukang.

The two of them were famous for a time, and there was a rumor in the room: How can the world’s pale wine and thick tea be equal in color, how can it be compared to Qufeng’s?

Qu Yixiang opened a tea house, named Guangling Pavilion, to add tea fragrance to the heroes of the heroes of the world. Feng Lianzhao only gave wine to Changsheng, and in addition gave it to the esteemed people. He didn’t collect money or say much, as if he was born to be proud of his accessories.

Only after Changsheng drank the wine she brewed, she burst into tears and pointed at Feng Lianzhao, and then she would stare back carefully. No one paid attention. The eyes seemed to be cold in the sky. Xuanyue turned into a full moon.

Before Qu Yixiang came, Feng Lianzhao always had a double entry with Changsheng. People in the Imperial City mentioned Feng Lianzhao and they all smiled and said, it’s the little lady of the Changsheng family. It was half a joke, but it made people feel so warm-hearted. Feng Lianzhao didn’t respond every time he heard it. She just bent her lips when she turned. She understood for the first time that there were people like wine making Something that could not help but laugh.

Changsheng seemed to like to discuss the tea ceremony with Qu Yixiang. Even Zhao Zhao didn’t know what he was thinking, from standing next to him until he stood around Changsheng. Only her cold wine and the coldness between her brows and eyes did not change. The rest seemed to have changed. Even when people talk about longevity, they no longer carry Feng Lianzhao.

Changsheng and Qu Yixiang went to the mountains to pick tea on a rainy day, because Qu Yixiang said that she would catch new tea after the rain. Changsheng walked on the muddy mountain road, holding a paper umbrella and stumbled behind Qu Yixiang. She seemed to be familiar with the road. Not fast or slow, but steady. Unlike longevity, you have to stumble in a few steps. Even Changsheng’s clothes were wet, but he just wanted to cover Qu Yixiang from the rain.

Feng Lianzhao followed him, pulling him from time to time, without saying a word of silence. I just didn’t use an umbrella. After a rain, Changsheng got his hem wet, but Feng Lianzhao was soaked in water, and had never seen her say anything. It’s Qu Yixiang’s smile, and it’s called a horse.

Hearing this, Meng Eqin could not help but nodded and said: “It seems that Changsheng has changed his mind.”

The woman in red raised her eyebrows slightly: “If Changsheng has never been tempted, why change his heart?”

After hearing it, Meng Haoqi felt very reasonable, and he motioned to the woman in red to continue.

In this way, the past two years have passed gradually. There is no trace of wrinkles in the peaceful life. Even the relationship between Changsheng, Qu Yixiang and Feng Lianzhao is the same. The three people are far and near, and outsiders can’t guess at all. It is said that the longevity is a blessing, and he has two wives who have never been replaced.

Until that day, there was a Taoist surnamed Jiang in Chang’an City, with a single word dumb, about thirty years old.

As the name suggests, he really can’t speak. Dressed in a tattered cloth, which has long been invisible, he wanders around the city day by day, not asking for food or even asking for money. People all regarded him as a lunatic who lost his mind, and after seeing him for a long time, he didn’t make any hurtful behavior, so he relaxed him.

One night, the Taoist suddenly walked under the eaves of a family and sat down. When he had just settled, the sky was pouring down, and the monk seemed not surprised. The old monk closed his eyes and calmed as he entered.

With a squeak, the people behind him opened the door.

Feng Lianzhao bent over and put a bowl of hot noodle soup, a cotton coat with thin stitches and a paper umbrella in front of the Taoist. The Taoist opened his eyes and looked at her.

Feng Lianzhao didn’t want to say much, and straightened up to go. The Taoist raised her hand to stop her and took out a piece of paper from her arms and handed it to her. Feng Lianzhao took it in doubt, slipped it into his sleeve, turned and closed the door and went back to the room.

It wasn’t until the crumpled piece of paper was unfolded under the light of yellow and yellow beans that Feng Lianzhao felt shocked when he saw a word written on the black and white. Quickly ran out to find the old way, but the Taoist no longer knew where to go. There were still hot noodles, cotton coats 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 and sighed like a fate. The focus in my eyes seems to be more profound than Yun Xiao. She dropped the paper and turned back to her room.

I saw that the paper fell on the puddle, the rain was getting bigger and bigger, and the ink on the paper was gradually opened until the original appearance could not be seen.

Nothing else was written on that paper, it was just a word of “robbery”.