Mrs. Pinqiao

Chapter 63
"I can't sleep." He put the wine jar on the table, the heavy jar, staring at the wine seal and lost his mind, "I can't sleep well these few days every year. It's very cold at night, half asleep and half awake , I feel helpless in everything I do.”

"Master Xiang has something on his mind?"

"What's on your mind?" Ning Zimo shook his head with a smile, he didn't care about the word, and tore off the seal, "It's not a matter of mind, it's a heart disease."

The scent of the wine permeated the air, and there was a scent of sweet-scented osmanthus, which was clear and light, and it smelled more comfortable than those expensive wines. Tan Su had been with Ning Zimo for the past few months, and his nose was stuck in his mouth. The ordinary taste is really a bit surprising.

"Why did Master Xiang drink the sweet-scented osmanthus wine?"

Ning Zimo carefully tore open the seal, put the bamboo cup in, scooped up the cup, and poured it into the exquisite jug. He was not in a hurry when doing these things, and never spilled a drop.

"I drink it every year." He paused for a moment, and then continued, "I brewed this sweet-scented osmanthus wine by myself, and there is a lot in the wine cellar." He picked up the jug and filled two glasses with a meticulous look.

"Master Xiang can still make wine?" Tan Su picked up the wine glass curiously and took a sip. The taste was light and slightly astringent, which was not very good.

Ning Zimo also took a sip, narrowing his eyes, the taste of the wine seemed hard to swallow, he frowned and swallowed it, "It's the taste, I will never forget it."

Tan Su was stunned suddenly. She sniffed the wine glass and didn't think there was anything special.

As if masturbating himself, Ning Zimo downed the whole glass of wine, obviously so astringent that his tongue felt bitter, he would forcefully swallow it, as if what he wanted to taste was exactly this bitter taste.

Ning Zimo drank it all, Tan Su didn't dare not to drink it, she took a sip and narrowed her eyes, she swallowed, but the bitter taste still remained in her throat, "Mr. Xiang, why is this wine bitter?"

He laughed and poured another glass, "Silly Susu, it means I didn't brew it well."

"With the status of Xiangye, what do you want? Why bother to make wine yourself."

Ning Zimo listened to her words, pondered for a while, and seemed to be emotional, "But I want to drink a small osmanthus wine, but I can't make it big."

Tan Su didn't take it seriously, "Master Xiang was joking."

He really laughed out loud, his eyes fell on the wine jar, his smile turned cold, cold to the bone, "Do you remember what I told you last time? About that woman."

Tan Su shivered suddenly, and forced a smile: "I remember."

Ning Zimo held the teacup in his hand and watched it carefully. He was as gentle as treating a lover, and his eyes were as cold as looking at an enemy. "That woman has a pair of skillful hands. Her people came in an endless stream, and her favor never faded, until she gave birth to me."

Tan Su knew who he was talking about, that's why he was so terrified. He didn't want others to know about it, but he only told it to himself. Anyone else would be terrified.

"She knew that the benefactor of that night was a powerful person. Just because he spent a lot of money, he knew that he would bring her glory and wealth, so she didn't drink the medicine that day, and she only hoped that mother and son would be rich and become rich." Ma'am." He stared at the wine glass, as if he was talking about other people's affairs, his calmness was terribly calm, "God really doted on her and made her conceive a child. She looked for that man with a big belly, but found out that man's identity She is much more honorable than she imagined, and she was both happy and afraid, so she took the risk and told the truth."

"That man is Ning Xiu, a perfectionist man who is so perverted. He will never allow a prostitute to be the mother of his child, so he gave her two choices, either give birth to the child and let her die, or take the child with her. Get lost, this life has nothing to do with the Prime Minister's Mansion." Ning Zimo sneered, with a bit of joy in his heart, "That woman was so frightened, she ran out of the Prime Minister's Mansion overnight, fell, I had a miscarriage, but I was lucky enough to not die."

The fire light shone on his face, depicting a resolute outline, but it was also unbelievably beautiful. The corner of his smiling mouth seemed to contain poison, tempting to sink.

"I survived, and I was a boy. She thought it was God's arrangement, an opportunity. She raised me, and imagined that one day Ning Xiu would take her back and become a phoenix, but she gave birth to me. Afterwards, her skin became dark and yellow, spots appeared on her face, and her figure gradually changed, and she fell from the top position to the bottom all of a sudden."

"At that time, I always felt that under her weak appearance, there was a poisonous heart hidden. She held back, just so that one day she could trample all those people under her feet. She cursed those people in front of me every day. , using the most poisonous language, and fantasizing about being able to achieve success every day. As time passed, she became very nervous and beat and scolded me all day long. He was slapped hard, locked in a dark room, and not given food for two or three days."

Ning Zimo smiled when he said this, "I still miss the taste of that sweet-scented osmanthus wine. It was heaven at first, and then hell."

Tan Su's heart throbbed suddenly, without warning, she immersed herself in a sip of sweet-scented osmanthus wine, the astringent taste became even stronger, and she could still taste the bitterness after swallowing it for a long time.She suddenly understood that he drank this sweet-scented osmanthus wine every year to let himself remember that pain and never forget it.

"When I was seven years old, I had the charm of Ning Xiu. She suddenly realized it that day, and carried me to the capital to trek across mountains and rivers. She wanted to meet Ning Xiu. At that time, Ning Xiu was married to a princess. I didn't even look at her, and let someone throw her out." Ning Zimo seemed to have thought of something, and his smile became a little weird, "But Ning Xiu didn't realize at that time that the moment he married the princess, he was doomed. I can only have one son in this life."

Ning Zimo's eyes were suddenly as cold as ice, and the wine glass was squeezed loudly, "That woman was finally desperate, she woke up from her daydream, she kept looking at me, and finally realized what kind of mistake she made, She can't kill me, and she can't get rid of me, she can only wander in hell, so she made a terrible decision, that is, to abandon me, the seven-year-old me, on the wilderness, and leave alone. "

Tan Su looked at him cautiously, "Master Xiang?"

"What's the matter." He propped his head up and smiled at her, the fire reflected in his eyes, he always felt a little wet, "Don't interrupt me, I still have a lot to say, I feel uncomfortable."

Whenever she sees such a face, Tan Su will be distracted, but today there is something more complicated, astringent and bitter, just like the taste of that cup of sweet-scented osmanthus wine.

(End of this chapter)