Datang's free and easy concubine

Chapter 14

The host and guest enjoyed themselves, each of them blushed from drinking, Yu Chigong even carried away the remaining half jar of wine before leaving.

In Liangyi Hall, Li Shimin was imitating calligraphy. Eunuch Yao said respectfully, "Su Cheng didn't seem to have any serious itch after leaving the palace, and then he was brought back to the mansion by Lord Lu. Later, Lord Lu sent invitations to Lord Wei, Lord Zhao, Liang Guogong and others went to the banquet and said that they had newly obtained peerless wine."

Li Shimin was surprised: "Oh? Peerless wine?"

Eunuch Yao said respectfully: "Yes, it is said that it is called Burning Knife, and it is a first-class liquor."

Li Shimin asked in surprise: "Spirited wine? Burning knives? Why have I never heard of it?"

Eunuch Yao said with a smile: "It is said that Su Cheng brewed it in Lu Guogong's mansion today, and named it Burning Knife."

Li Shimin laughed and said: "Although I don't know much about wine making, I also know that wine making is not a one-day job. How could Su Cheng be able to make wine in a day?"

Eunuch Yao hurriedly said, "Your Majesty is right!"

Li Shimin then asked: "What else?"

Eunuch Yao said respectfully, "Su Cheng wrote a poem."

Li Shimin said: "Oh? He's composing poetry again? Read it!"

Eunuch Yao said respectfully: "Qinghai Changyun dark snow-capped mountains, the lonely city looks at Yumen Pass in the distance, the yellow sand wears gold armor in battles, and if you don't break Loulan, you will never return it!"

Li Shimin's eyebrows were raised slightly, his heart was agitated, his pen was like a snake, and his strength penetrated the back of the paper, and he actually wrote down the poem that Eunuch Yao just read.

Li Shimin tossed a pen and praised: "Good poem! It's vast and majestic. I didn't expect Su Cheng to write such a heroic poem!"

Eunuch Yao hurriedly said: "To be praised by His Majesty, this poem must be very good!"

Li Shimin stood by the table and looked at it quietly. Not only is the poem good, but he was infected by the momentum of the poem just now. His writing is also vigorous and domineering, which made him love it more and more.

Empress Changsun came to Li Shimin's side, and said softly: "Qinghai Changyun dark snow mountain, the lonely city looks at Yumen Pass in the distance, the yellow sand wears golden armor in all battles, and you will never return it if you don't break Loulan! The poem is good, and the words are good. I feel that your Majesty The words in the picture have the true meaning of Bafen Wang Youjun, and it is even more rare that it is more heroic than Wang Youjun!"

Li Shimin snorted: "The handwriting is not bad, is it poetry? So-so!"

Empress Changsun turned her eyes, pursed her lips and said with a smile: "Let my concubine guess who wrote this poem, um, it must have been written by Su Cheng."

Li Shimin remained silent, and Empress Changsun smiled and said, "Oh, this kid is really talented in poetry, and he wrote another masterpiece handed down in a short period of time."

"Princess, princess, Mr. Su is writing poetry again!" Yingluo ran into the hall and said happily.

Princess Changle's big eyes lit up when she heard this, her face turned red and she lowered her head slightly, saying, "He, he writes poems as soon as he writes them. What does that have to do with me?"

Yingluo's eyes turned slightly, and she said with a half-smile, "Oh, really?"

Although Princess Changle lowered her head, she kept her ears upright waiting to listen, but she didn't hear the sound, so she couldn't help but slightly raised her head, and then saw Yingluo's narrow eyes.

"Yingluo!" Princess Changle said anxiously.

"What orders does Your Highness have?" Yingluo asked with a smile.

Princess Changle asked in a low voice: "Later, what happened later?"

Yingluo shook her head and said, "Well, later, it spread to the emperor!"

After saying this sentence, Yingluo deliberately stopped again.

Princess Changle stomped her feet and said in embarrassment, "Yingluo!"

Yingluo smiled and said, "The emperor wrote down Mr. Su's poems. Later, the empress also saw it and praised him greatly. She said that Mr. Su's poems are so talented that he actually wrote another poem handed down in a short period of time!"

Princess Changle quickly asked: "Where is the poem? Do you remember the poem?"

"Of course I remember!" Yingluo shook her head and began to chant. Princess Changle's eyes lit up when she heard it. This poem is so powerful and powerful!

Princess Changle held her small head and looked at the bright moon outside the window, and murmured, "Yingluo, what do you think Mr. Su is doing now?"

Yingluo thought to herself, "Young Master Su, I think at this moment, Young Master Su must be holding His Highness's bellyband and thinking of His Highness!"

Suddenly, Princess Changle's face was as red as a burning cloud, and she said in embarrassment: "Ah, I forgot to ask for my bellyband back!"

Yingluo smiled and said, "That's a token of love between Your Highness and Mr. Su!"

Princess Changle shyly said: "Nonsense, how can there be, how can you use a bellyband as a token of love!"

Yingluo laughed and said, "Anyway, the empress has already said that Mr. Su will be the princess' son-in-law. When the princess gets married, the apron will naturally come back!"

Princess Changle was ashamed and worried at the same time: "Father hasn't decreed the marriage yet!"

Yingluo smiled and said, "Princess, Mr. Su will soon be famous in Chang'an!"

At this moment, Su Cheng is holding the princess' bellyband in his hand, but he is not doing anything dirty.

Although the fragrance was tangy, Su Cheng was a little worried.

This is the princess' bellyband, what should I do with it?It’s not appropriate to always carry it on your body, what if it falls out?People don't think he's a pervert?

But it's not appropriate to put it in the room, because this is the guest room of Duke Lu's mansion, and there are maids to clean it during the day. If the apron he left behind is found, it may not take an hour for the whole house to know that he is a prostitute who stole the apron. thief.

I am so difficult!

Su Cheng sighed and put the apron under the pillow.

In just one night, the name of Su Cheng's poem has quietly spread in Chang'an, but the name of the wine that burns the knife is not as fast as Su Cheng's poem name.

But compared to poetry, Su Cheng valued Shaodaozijiu more, because he had nothing but the apron in his arms. He had to gain a foothold in Chang'an, and his hope lay in Shaodaozijiu.

So early in the morning, Su Cheng and Cheng Chumo went straight to Zhuangzi outside Chang'an City. The brewing workshop of Duke Lu's mansion was on the Zhuangzi outside the city, and the old soldiers who followed Cheng Yaojin's battle were placed inside, so there was no need to worry about making wine. The law of wine will leak out.

The distiller is not difficult to make. Under Su Cheng's command, more than a dozen huge distillers were soon made in the distillery, and then everyone began to distill spirits under Su Cheng's guidance.

At first, everyone in the distillery didn't believe that spirits could be distilled in this way, but when the spirits were really distilled, everyone was shocked.

The wine was too strong, completely breaking their cognition, they never thought that the wine could be so strong!

What's more, they never imagined that such a simple and strong wine can be made!They who have been dealing with wine all the time naturally understand how precious the newly made spirits are, and all of them are full of energy.

When Su Cheng and the others returned to the city in the afternoon, Cheng Chumo and his brothers smelled strongly of alcohol. They had finally passed their alcohol addiction in the village. Not only that, they were also pulling a carriage behind them. Burn the knife.

(End of this chapter)