Rebirth of the Tang Dynasty's strongest consort

Chapter 491 The Birth of Distilled Wine

Knowing that Gao Yang and Xie Yaohuan were proclaimed into the palace by Wang Youdao at the same time, Yan Yan's wife, who was still laughing at Yan Yan, immediately turned into a frost-beaten eggplant, sitting in front of the tea table with her head bowed, like a defeated rooster.

"Shu'er and Huan'er were proclaimed into the palace at the same time, could it be Yu'er." Fang Yi'ai glanced at Xiangcheng, but saw the beautiful woman's jade cheeks were full of sorrow, and her originally charming eyebrows had already condensed together at this time, saying The bleakness and loneliness that can't be seen.

Realizing that the beautiful woman had something on her mind, Fang Yiai gave a wry smile, forced a smile and said, "Yu'er, don't worry. If the empress really wants to call you into the palace, I will definitely go to His Royal Highness to deal with it."

"Well, my family trusts officials." Xiangcheng nodded slightly, picked up a lychee, and peeled it slowly by himself.

At high sun, Fang Yiai, Qin Jingniang, and Xiangcheng entertained Fang Yize in the main hall. Originally, the two brothers should laugh and laugh when they meet, but now Fang Yiai's smile is faking.

After sending Fang Yize away, Fang Yiai put aside distracting thoughts and dived into the winemaking workshop arranged by Fan Jin in the firewood room in the backyard, intending to research distilled wine that can disinfect and treat wound inflammation as soon as possible.

"Ming Gong, how much wine does this cauldron need to put?" Fan Jin stared at the extra-large iron pot cast by the Ministry of Industry, and then at the imperial wine piled up in the corner, with a look of pity on his face.

"Let's try putting more than half of the pot first." After finishing speaking, Fang Yiai walked out of the wine room, and said to the young man standing outside the door waiting for orders: "Two people come in to help light the fire, and two people go fetch some well water."

With an order, the servants all performed their duties, and Fang Yiai returned to the wine room, instructing the servants to light the fire and add wine.

After the firewood was lit, Fang Yiai nodded slightly, "Put the lid on the pot."

The pot lid is a drawing written by Fang Yiai himself, and its design is also drawn by this "Wen Chao Gong".

I saw that the top of the pot cover was flat-bottomed, and there was a circle of iron plates around it, which was specially used to replace cold water.

There is a slender copper pipe under the iron plate of the pot cover, and there is also a live valve at the bottom of the iron ring containing cold water.

After the boy filled the iron ring with well water, Fang Yi ordered someone to fetch the wine jar, put it under the copper pipe, and murmured: "The wine will drip from the copper pipe later, that's what I want to drink. You must take good care of what you want, and don't be lazy."

"Yes." With curious eyes, the four servants looked up and down Fang Yiai's special iron pot. No one knew what kind of medicine this son-in-law was selling in the gourd.

Although the words reminded her, Fang Yiai did not intend to leave. He wanted to personally guard the altar during the Zhenguan period and even the first distilled alcohol in history, so as to take the opportunity to relieve alcohol addiction.

During the two hours, Fang Yiai personally tested the well water used to cool the steam in the pot several times. Whenever the well water was hot, he would immediately ask the servants to fetch water again. A jar full of distilled wine was poured down.

Calling people to the kitchen to bring spoons, Fang Yiai and Fan Jin squatted beside the imperial wine jar, one with expectation and the other with curiosity, following Fang Yiai to scoop up a spoonful of colorless wine, Fan Jin just The aroma of the wine is tangy, as if it is the fine nectar and jade liquid from the fairyland in the sky.

"Master Fan, come and taste it." At first, Fang Yiai planned to taste the wine by himself, but he was afraid that the wine would not taste right, and his painstaking efforts for many days would be in vain, so he came up with the idea of ​​asking Fan Jin to taste it first.

"Student." Fan Jin moved his hands back and forth, and said coyly: "Such a treasure, student"

"Drink yours!" Fang Yiai scolded with a smile, "This imperial wine was sent by the Crown Prince of the Eastern Palace himself, so could it be poisonous?"

"No, the students are afraid of being violent." Although Fan Jin said this, he reached out to take the spoon and carefully brought it to his mouth. He only heard a "squeaky" sound, and he drank a spoonful of soju.

Fang Yiai stared at Fan Jin intently. After a long time, seeing that he didn't respond, she couldn't help asking curiously and guiltily, "How is it?"

"Huh?" Fan Jin shook his head in a daze, and murmured, "What more can Duke Ming ask?"

"What's the taste!" Fang Yiai patted his legs, went to the spoon in Fan Jin's hand, scooped up a spoon and muttered, "I'll try it."

"Spicy!" Fan Jin came back to his senses, tasted it carefully, and said again: "Cheap! Drinking it feels like being burned in the stomach."

Hearing Fan Jin's evaluation, Fang Yiai grinned, "It's almost the same."

After finishing speaking, Fang Yiai raised her head and drank the wine. The moment the wine touched her taste buds, the son-in-law, who had never shed tears in a bloody battle, had a sore nose and almost cried out.

"That's the taste, the Niu Er who sent me here back then" said halfway, Fang Yiai immediately sensed the slip of the tongue, and quickly covered her mouth to prevent herself from telling the truth in agitation.

"Niu Er who sent Ming Gong here?" Fan Jin cupped his hands and muttered, "Who is Niu Er?"

"Cough cough." Fang Yiai got up slightly, and said falteringly, "Niu Er, who used to deliver liquor to this palace, lives in Niulan Mountain."

Fan Jin nodded in agreement, then pointed to the altar of wine and said, "Ming Gong, is this altar of fine wine?"

"Seal it up, I will personally send it to the East Palace!" Fang Yiai handed the spoon to Fan Jin, looked at the imperial wine in the corner and said, "How many jars of imperial wine are there in the mansion?"

"A total of one hundred altars were sent by Tiandong Palace a few days ago, twelve altars have been used now, and there are still 88 altars left." Fan Jin stroked his white beard and said solemnly.

"88 altar?" After the boy carefully took away the distilled wine and sealed it, Fang Yiai put the spoon in front of the copper pipe where the wine was dripping, took a few drops of wine, and tasted it carefully, only then did he realize that the wine was The taste has faded a lot.

"Remove the fire and change the bar." Fang Yiai murmured, looked at Fan Jin and continued: "Master Fan, every time a pot of wine is filled, pour out the imperial wine in the pot and replace it with a new one."

"Master Fan must have seen all the steps just now, right? Just do it this way, and don't let anyone steal it!"

Facing Fang Yiai's advice, Fan Jin nodded repeatedly, "Don't worry, Mr. Ming, the students will never leave the wine room!"

Walking out of the wine room, the servant had already sealed the distilled wine, looking at the fresh loess, the corners of Fang Yi'ai's mouth raised, and said loudly: "Prepare the sedan chair, my son-in-law is going to the East Palace."

Putting the distilled wine into the sedan chair, Fang Yiai sat in the sedan chair and was carried by four bearers straight to the imperial city.

Arriving at the gate of the East Palace, Fang Yiai stepped out of the sedan chair and said to the little yellow door in the guard room: "Elder-in-law, I brought a jar of wine along with me, please help carry it."

At first, Fang Yiai wanted to do it herself, but thought of the dignified son-in-law wandering around with a jar of wine in the East Palace, which would have a bad influence, so she reluctantly gave up.

Arriving at Li Chengqian's bedroom, Fang Yiai lifted her robe and walked around the screen, only to see Li Chengqian sitting behind the desk reviewing the memorial, she couldn't help lowering her head and said softly: "My minister, Fang Jun, sees His Royal Highness the Crown Prince."

"Brother-in-law?!" Li Chengqian closed the notebook, put down the ink brush, looked at Fang Yiai and said with a smile, "Brother-in-law goes to the Three Treasures Palace for nothing, so maybe there is some good news when he comes today?"

The corner of Fang Yiai's mouth slightly raised, turned around and pointed to the wine jar in Xiao Huangmen's arms, and replied: "Weichen has already developed a medicine to treat the deterioration of wounds of soldiers in the army."

"Oh? So fast?" Li Chengqian stood up, lifted his robe and walked forward. Seeing that Fang Yiai did not dodge as before, but stood there calmly, his eyes no longer looked at Li Chengqian's lame leg. Deliberately dodge.

"This?" Li Chengqian looked at the clay on the wine jar and murmured, "Is this still imperial wine?"

"Yes." Fang Yiai nodded slightly, "This is imperial wine processed by Wei Chen."

"Possibly?"

"Of course!"

"Then I will have a taste with my brother-in-law?" Although he was puzzled, but with the thinking of "the suspect should not be doubted", Li Chengqian still smiled and said to Xiao Huangmen: "Go get the wine cup."

After finishing speaking, Li Chengqian took Fang Yiai to the tea table, and the two smiled at each other. After talking "heartfelt words" for a while, Xiao Huangmen brought the wine cup along with a few dishes of side dishes.

"Open the seal."

Following Li Chengqian's order, Xiaohuangmen carefully opened the sealing mud, and tore off the three layers of oil paper sealed on the mouth of the altar, and that's all.

The moment the oil paper was removed, a scent of alcohol quickly spread in the palace. Li Chengqian could not help swallowing his saliva when he smelled the alcohol, "Brother Yu, this wine smells so good."

Fang Yiai smiled without saying a word, and after Xiao Huangmen poured the distilled wine into the jade pot spring bottle, Fang Yiai took the wine pot with both hands, filled a cup first, as a respect for proving innocence, and then said: "His Royal Highness taste it?"

Saying that, Fang Yiai stood up and poured Li Chengqian a glass of water and wine, and looked at the prince with a smile, intending to see what kind of expression and expression this Prince Li Tang would have after drinking the distilled wine that should appear in future generations. reaction.

(End of this chapter)