Stunning female slave, princess of troubled times

Another gust of wind blew by, and the strong aroma of wine made people smell very warm.

This year is not in Dadu, nor in Shuzhong, nor is it like every year in the past.I have experienced so much this year, but at the same time, I have also erased a lot.

A Nuo has already forgiven Zhen Jin in his heart, no matter what was between them before, it is clear now, she understands his kindness to her, and she also understands what he has done for her.Everything starts again, she has decided not to hate him or hate him.

Hu Gechi held Anuo's hand tightly, and pulled her step by step to the stone table in the pavilion and sat down.

"Second brother, why are you still drinking here so late today? The snow just stopped!"

"It's been a long time since I saw such a big snow. It's good to drink some wine and enjoy the snow here, and it's here before I know it." Zhen Jin smiled and said, the temperament around him was full of elegance.

Hu Gechi took the wine jug and poured himself a glass of wine. After drinking it all, he shook his head, "Where can you drink the taste from a small cup? It's better to replace it with a big bowl."

Zhenjin showed helplessness, and his eyes fell on A Nuo's face. He took a small porcelain wine glass, poured it half full and handed it to A Nuo, "This is wine brewed last year. It has been buried here for a year. You can try how."

A Nuo took the wine glass he handed over, took a sip and slowly closed his eyes.

"How?" Jin asked.

A Nuo opened his eyes and said with a smile: "It doesn't matter whether it's good or not. For me, wine tastes the same."

"Amur, don't drink too much, don't go crazy when you're drunk." Hu Gechi smiled and snatched the wine glass from Anuo's hand, then waved to the maid who had been guarding in the distance, " Make a pot of hot tea for the princess."

Anuo was slightly taken aback, Hu Gechi hadn't called her by this name for a long time, he had been calling her by a Han name for so many days, and now he called her by a Mongolian name.Her eyes quickly swept over Zhenjin, who gave her this name, and it was because of this name that she was also a Mongolian in the eyes of Mongolians most of the time.There may be no difference between Mongols and Han people, it's just a different title.

"It's true that we can't drink too much. We can't bear it if we drink too much and go crazy." He narrowed his eyes, smiled, and looked less serious than before.Perhaps because he was drunk, he rolled up his cuffs without hesitation.

A Nuo blushed slightly, "That was in the past, when I was still young, okay?"

Hu Gechi lightly stopped her by the shoulder, "You Han people have a saying, when you are three years old, you will be old, and when you are young, the wine will not be good, will you get better when you get old?"

A Nuo glared at him, and it happened that a gust of wind was blowing over. She only felt that the slightly opened mouth was filled with cold wind, and she coughed because her throat was uncomfortable.

The laughter stopped, Zhenjin's narrowed eyes reopened, they were still dark brown pupils, the depth in the pupils was hard to see clearly. "It's getting late, Amur, go back and rest!"

Hu Gechi also nodded in agreement, "This is not far from the courtyard where we live, let the maid accompany you back to rest first, so as not to catch the wind and cold here."

A Nuo stood up, knowing in his heart that this was Hugechi and Zhenjin who had something to say.She reached out to pick up a small jug on the table, "I'll take this jug away, I'm going back to taste it, and see if it's different from what I usually drink." After that, she ignored the two of them , turn around and leave.