Start with the humble bridegroom

Chapter 51 Lonely Sandbar Cold

The night was like water, and the clear wine was poured from the jug into a small white porcelain cup.

Meng Xiaowan poked out her jade wrist from her wide sleeve, and took a glass of wine for herself from the cup Zhang Zhe had used.

She raised her cup, looked up at the starry sky, and asked softly, "Why is your husband still staying up so late? But here are these sad poems. This sentence [tonight is absolutely victorious without anyone to share] is an excellent sentence. How many drinks do you want my concubine to accompany you?"

The lake breeze was blowing, Zhang Zhe looked at Meng Xiaowan speechless for a while, his eyes were full of her skin white as snow, black hair like clouds, and temple silk like smoke, Meng Xiaowan, who did not wear makeup, wore a light shirt and wide sleeves , looks exceptionally good in the night breeze.

Meng Xiaowan lowered her head to look at him, bit her lower lip in embarrassment, and looked up to the sky again.

"Yuan Lai Husband didn't see enough in the daytime."

Zhang Zhe stretched greatly, and at the same time withdrew his burning gaze.

"The hibiscus comes out of the clear water, and you can carve it naturally. The lady must know how charming you are at this night."

"Bah!" Meng Xiaowan blushed, this person really pushes his feet, and he was respectful to him half a day ago.

But just now he pouted, but thought that today he had decided not to provoke him anymore, so he could live his life with peace of mind from then on.In order to hide her embarrassment, she raised her glass and was about to drink this high-grade liquor.

"Wait a minute, lady," Zhang Zhe hurriedly stopped her when she saw that she was about to take a breath.This is more than 40 degrees of liquor, and you, a soft woman, can't get used to it all at once.

Meng Xiaowan tilted her head to look at him: "My husband is actually reluctant. This wine is still a concubine. Find another cup?"

tease me?

Zhang Zhe looked at Meng Xiaowan, who was trying to keep calm, with amused expression, and withdrew his hand holding the wine glass.

"Young lady, you need to be more careful. This wine is extremely strong and violent like fire. It's better to drink it slowly."

Meng Xiaowan turned her face to the starry sky again, with a trace of dissatisfaction hidden in her plain tone: "I want my husband to know that this concubine drinks alcohol normally, and even a noble once did. I know that my husband is talented, but Mo always underestimates others." .”

"Then, I invite the lady to drink it." Zhang Zhe casually picked up a plate containing pig's head meat and brought it in front of Meng Xiaowan. "If you can't hold back the wine, eat a piece of meat."

The aroma of wine and meat that I had never smelled before really touched Meng Xiaowan's taste buds.

It's just that she held up the glass and didn't rush to drink, but glanced at Zhang Zhe out of the corner of her eye.

"Concubine drinks, besides the meat, does my husband have anything to go with the wine?"

Zhang Zhe laughed, the ancient female Wenqing in his family even used poems to drink wine?However, there are so many ancient poems to recite these days, so I'm not afraid that she won't drink to her heart's content.

"Why are you laughing again?" Meng Xiaowan lightly blamed him angrily, "The etiquette of a night banquet is at best to drink a glass of wine when you get a good poem. The concubine's glass can't be exchanged for half the capital? My husband just sang it casually." There are so many poems, but tonight is already exhausted?"

Zhang Zhe grabbed the flagon with his other hand and shook it with his smile unabated.

"For my husband, there are all kinds of poems here, even if the lady takes a small sip to exchange for one, I'm afraid that the wine is not enough for the lady to drink alone."

Meng Xiaowan looked at Zhang Zhe in amazement and laughed, but she was not willing to admit defeat, and drank the wine in one gulp without saying a word.

Immediately there was a violent coughing sound, Zhang Zhe was startled, put down the things in his hands, and hurriedly patted her on the back.

Seeing that she was choking so badly, Zhang Zhe became anxious. He picked up a piece of pork head with two fingers and stuffed it into Meng Xiaowan's small mouth.

"Chew and swallow!"

Meng Xiaowan was suffocated by the wine for a while, and flustered, so she quickly chewed and swallowed the meat following his instructions.When her breath calmed down, she whispered in a somewhat embarrassed muffled voice: "Ahem, this wine is really too strong."

She happened to see Zhang Zhe's two gleaming fingers that hadn't been retracted in time. She lowered her head and took another look at the pair of chopsticks that had been thrown far away.

Zhang Zhe let out a haha, touched the pair of chopsticks, washed them with water from one side of the basin, and handed them to Meng Xiaowan.

"The lady eats another piece by herself, the aftertaste of this wine is not good."

Meng Xiaowan didn't pick up the pair of chopsticks, but just covered her beautiful face with both hands, she didn't know if she was angry or shy.

Zhang Zhe was about to take back his chopsticks in embarrassment, but Meng Xiaowan, who was covering her face, heard a voice as thin as a mosquito.

"A glass of wine has been drunk, where is my poem?"

In such a situation, Zhang Zhe is not really a fool, and immediately pointed to the fishing fire of a family on the water in the distance and read: "In the dark of the moon, you can see the fishing lights, and there is a little firefly in the solitary light. The slight wind makes waves, and the lake is full of stars."

"Do you want more of this poem?"

Meng Xiaowan savored it for a long time, and her beautiful eyes became more radiant.She took the chopsticks from Zhang Zhe herself, took a few mouthfuls of boneless chicken feet, and spit out a clove tongue after a few bites, it was so spicy!But this taste was very appetizing to her, and she was a little reluctant to spit it out.

Zhang Zhe got up and entered the room, opened the only locked box, and walked out holding a crystal clear crystal cup and amber glass bottle in a moment.

The blood-red Great Wall Dry Red was poured into a crystal goblet, Meng Xiaowan covered her mouth and was stunned for a moment.

"Lady, don't ask me any more questions for now, how about tasting this fruit wine?"

Meng Xiaowan held up the crystal clear glass cup, which looked like a god in heaven, and swung the red wine in the cup against the starlight. In the sparkling light of the wine, it seemed that a few stars in the sky had fallen into the cup.

This time Meng Xiaowan took a sip carefully, there was a slight aroma of wine, the taste was sweet and very pleasant.

She finished the piece of chicken feet with the red wine, then shook the glass lightly, and she was less cautious in her words: "Husband, how is the second song?"

"Does this wine count?" Zhang Zhe was speechless looking at the 11-degree red wine.

"Naturally," Meng Xiaowan poured herself another half a glass in an elegant way, "A gentleman promises nothing, but it's hard to catch up. But, this time, the concubine has a question, can the husband deserve it?"

Propositional poem?Zhang Zhe was about to refuse, but Meng Xiaowan had already said it.

"These few days of worshiping the moon, the moon god is not in the sky, can my husband write a poem for the moon god for my concubine?"

When Zhang Zhe heard this topic, he felt relieved secretly.

"My lady, I'm afraid that my poem will not be liked by the Moon Goddess."

Hearing this, Meng Xiaowan felt the smell of liquor from the previous glass of white wine come to her head. She stroked her hair casually, raised her chin on purpose, and whispered to herself: "Dengtuzi, I'm afraid I won't be able to do anything serious again." Here comes the poem."

The voice was not loud, but it was just enough for Zhang Zhe to hear clearly.

"The candle shadow on the mica screen is deep, and the long river is gradually falling and the dawn stars are sinking." Zhang Zhe paused intentionally, then turned his face to Meng Xiaowan, and then recited the next sentence, "Chang'e should regret stealing the elixir, the blue sea and the blue sky night Nightheart."

Meng Xiaowan listened to this poem, but bit her lips and said in her heart: If this person really walks among those three feet of pink powder, with his ability to compose love poems, even the fairies of Tiangong will be able to coax them back.

Zhang Zhe happened to be admiring Meng Xiaowan's Ruyu face, and felt something was wrong seeing her biting her lip, and hurriedly persuaded her to drink.

"My lady, it's already late at night, let's have a rest after drinking another cup. My lady is slow to write this poem for her husband."

He stood up and looked towards the lake. There were a few black shadows of water birds fluttering on a river beach. His heart turned sharply, and he immediately remembered a poem by Su Dongpo.

"In the absence of a moon, hang a sparse tree, and break the silence of people at the beginning. Who sees a lonely person walking alone, a lonely shadow. When you start up, you turn around, and there is no one who hates you. Pick all the cold branches and refuse to live. The lonely sandbar is cold."

Zhang Zhe turned to look at Meng Xiaowan, hiding his pride: "My lady, how about this word?"

Meng Xiaowan couldn't help but drank the wine in her hand when he was thinking of Misty and lonely Hongying, looked at Zhang Zhe with beautiful eyes, and said blankly: "Why are you hurting people so much?"

(End of this chapter)