Ask This Spring

Zhuo Lian couldn't be idle. After recovering from her injury, she hurried back to the store and continued to make wine. Because the two princes had a great preference for Huanjiajiu and Yan Tao was sent to prison, the masters of Liang Jianshu revised the wine list one after another, and removed Qing Wu and Jin Bo from the most inferior worries. Change to Qizhongjiu on the previous pages.

Huan Yun sat on the small **** with a plum candy in her mouth, and said vaguely: "That group of people are still masters, and one or two is shameless!"

Seeing the little girl's angry appearance, Zhuo Lian squeezed the tip of her nose, "In the past, Yan Tao was so powerful, and the master also had the difficulties of the master. How can he tell the difference for a person who can't beat it without any scruples? Now I will record the wine. The change is enough to give us face."

Huan Yun still didn't look very happy, muttering lowly.

Suddenly, she seemed to have thought of something, and her voice raised her voice and asked: "Sister-in-law, I haven't seen my second brother for several days, where has he gone?"

The military camp is located in the north of the city. Even if it is far away from Shilixiang, it will take some steps. But a while ago, Huan Shen would still return home every night. Recently, it has been uncharacteristically. The brothers and sisters even met few times.

"I don't know where he went. If he can run, the monk can't run to the temple. He will always come back."

Since she expressed her thoughts on the day of the fight, Huan Shen not only hasn't appeared in the wine shop, nor even returned home. Thinking of this, Zhuo Yan couldn't help but curl his eyebrows, and his red lips stretched into a straight line, which was obviously not very happy.

Rubbing Huan Yun's hairy head, the woman asked her to recite a thousand-character text, and found that there was nothing wrong, and then nodded in satisfaction.

Zhuo Lian stood up and was about to go to the warehouse to see the qubing. Before she walked out the door, he saw the young man who had disappeared for many days standing at the door with a smile on his mouth, "I made some wine and asked my sister-in-law to taste it. "

Looking around, Zhuo Lian couldn't see the wine jar, so he couldn't help asking, "Where is the wine?"

At this moment, Zhuo Lian was wearing a light green sarong, his black hair was covered with silver hairpin, and there were a few strands of hanging hair around his ears, floating with the wind.

There was no one else in the yard, Huan Shen rushed forward a few steps, and said in a low voice: "This wine is not convenient to move over. Please also ask my sister-in-law to spend half a day and go out with you."

Facing the dark and deep eyes, Zhuo Lian couldn't say anything to refuse. She nodded, followed the young man, and left the wine shop through the back door.

Huanmu walked out of the warehouse when the footsteps faded away, staring at the closed wooden door, and sighed faintly.

Huan Shen took the horse, patted the brown leather bag hanging on it with his big palm, and said, "Here it is."

Zhuo Lian has been making wine for many years, and she has seen only a lot more wines than ordinary people. She rolled her eyes and asked tentatively, "But the kumiss?"

Thinking of what Lin Fan had said before, she hurriedly changed her words: "No, it's dark horse milk."

Ordinary horse milk wine is whitish in color, turbid in texture, and tastes fishy, ​​but the production process of black horse milk is more complicated. It is as clear as a sweet spring and has a sweet taste. It is very rare.

"It's not easy to find ordinary horse milk wine in Dazhou. Where did you get the dark horse milk? This wine can only be enjoyed by Huren nobles. I have never drank it before."

Most people who are immersed in wine love wine. Zhuo Lian has brewed wine for more than 20 years in his two lifetimes. How can he not love this business? She looked at Huan Shen first, and saw that the young man did not respond, and she tried to remove the leather bag from the horse's back, but was held down by her hands.

Rubbing her tender palm with her fingers, Huan Shen smiled: "Dark horse milk is not drunk like this."

"Could it be that the drinking method of this wine is still exquisite?"

He didn't explain to the woman's puzzled eyes, he only supported Zhuo Lian's waist, and with a little effort, he led the person on the horse's back.

"Let's go out of town first, and I'll tell you how to drink."

Huan Shen took the reins and walked towards the city gate unhurriedly. Because the two of them were so outstanding that they attracted the attention of many people, the man hesitated for a moment, then turned to the cloth shop next to him, bought a drapery hat, and handed it to Zhuo Lian.

"Put it on."

Seeing this person's face as dark as the bottom of a pot, she couldn't help but laughed out loud. Seeing that his brows wrinkled and tightened, Zhuo Lian put on the veil and cut off the sight of those who looked at it.

Huan Shen was also a fifth-rank general at any rate, and the sergeant who defended the city recognized him.

The people outside the city are much less than those in the city. There are luxuriant green trees on both sides of the road, and there are also a large number of wild roses.

While Zhuo Lian was enjoying the beauty of the suburbs, Huan Shen suddenly turned on his horse, then raised his whip high, galloped with his horse's hoof, and rushed into the inaccessible mountain forest in a short while.

Although Zhuo Lian has ridden a horse, he has never rushed at such a fast speed. The scenery on both sides keeps passing by, her heart seems to be dragged into the air by the invisible thread, almost breathless, her hands clenched tightly. Huan Shen's cuffs, for fear that he would fall down and be battered.

"Aren't you here to taste the wine? Quickly let me go down!" she yelled.

Huan Shen clamped the horse's belly with his legs, held her waist with one hand, and took off the leather pouch from the horse's back with the other hand, bit the lid on it, poured a mouthful, and then pinched the woman's jaw and mouth. The mouth-to-mouth feeds the drink over.

Even if the dark horse milk tastes sweet and worth a thousand dollars, in this case, Zhuo Lian can taste the wine carefully, it is a strange thing, she swallowed the wine into her belly, and after the glimpse of the bright light splashing into the air, she felt distressed. There was nothing to add, and the lid was fastened quickly.

"Stop drinking!"

I don't know how long it took Zhuo Lian's legs numb before being hugged by Huan Shen from the horse. She sat next to the old pine tree, her cheeks flushed, like a coat of rouge, and said angrily: "This is how you drink it?"

Huan Shen tied the horse to the tree first, and then sat beside the woman with the leather bag, and said innocently: "Lianniang's craftsmanship is not inferior to those of the brewing masters, don't you know that the dark horse milk is made? Fa?"

Zhuo Lian was stunned for a moment, but the resentment in his heart faded a lot.

As Huan Shen said, this kind of dark horse milk, or the myth of Ha Cihu, is more suitable. It is to pack fresh horse milk into a skin, and use a wooden pestle to keep hitting and stirring. The longer it hits. The clearer the color of the wine, the ordinary horse milk wine can be consumed in only seven or eight days, but it is sour after drinking. Only this dark horse milk can be obtained by hitting tens of thousands of times with a wooden pestle.

Zhuo Lian picked up the leather pouch and tasted it carefully. There was a smell of almond juice spreading between his lips and teeth. It was mellow and sweet, and it was not inferior to rice wine.

"The Hu people outside the pass are riding horses and drinking. After all, Hacihu thinks that he has to keep hitting his leather bag to keep the taste. I'm just showing you the most authentic way of drinking..."

Zhuo Lian couldn't help but glared at him, then leaned against the tree trunk, tasting wine in a leisurely manner.

Huan Shen lay on the grass and saw the lips covered with water. He only felt dry and dry. He asked in a dumb voice, "How can there be a reason to eat alone? Don't you give me a taste?"

"You said before that you don't love what's in the cup. This Harahu myth is so rare, but you don't have your share!"

The black eyes flickered slightly, and the man leaped up like a hunting beast, rushed to Zhuo Lian's side, and held the person firmly in his arms, with the tips of his nose facing each other and gently rubbing it.

"I really don't have my share?"

Zhuo Lian tried to move, seeing that he couldn't escape from Huan Shen's control, he simply held the leather bag in both hands and sent it to him, his tone expressing a bit of flattery.

"Drink as much as you want, don't be polite."

With a strand of black hair wrapped around his fingers, Huan Shen stared at the red lips that opened and closed, as if bewitched, his head lowered a little.

Suddenly, there was a crisp sound of birdsong, and he slowed down, sat up straight, keeping his legs folded, so as not to show embarrassment.

"You better keep it for a drink."

Zhuo Lian felt that Huan Shen was a little weird, but he couldn't tell where the blame was. The two stayed in the mountains for two hours before returning to Beijing.

After arriving at Huan’s house, the man went straight into the study, spread paper and studied ink, and wrote a letter for his wife’s release in the name of Huan Jin.

Whatever the cause of a couple, the marriage of three lives in the previous life, and the couple in this life...

Huan Shen knew very well that if he wanted to marry Zhuo Lian, he would have to get rid of the status of uncle and sister-in-law first, otherwise neither of them could take the most critical step.

Early the next morning, Zhuo Lian took out the brewed Huang Jing wine and sent it to Huan's mother's room.

"Huang Jing wine is the most nourishing wine. If you drink a glass every night, it won't take long for the white hair on your sideburns to turn black."

Holding her daughter-in-law's hand, Huan's mother opened her mouth and said nothing for a long time.

Zhuo Lian was a little confused, and asked, "Mother, what's the matter?"

Putting the wine bottle on the wooden cabinet, Huanmu turned her back, pretending to ask: "Lianniang is not young anymore, but I want to find another good home. You have no children or half a daughter. Who will give it to you in the future? End of retirement?"

The woman’s heartbeat speeded up a lot, for fear that her mother-in-law would see the clues, she forced a smile and said, “Don’t worry about this. Daughter-in-law only likes to make wine. What's next?"

She patted her forehead and continued: "The store is rushing to open the door, I'll go over and take a look."

After speaking, Zhuo Lian left Huanzhai with a pale face, and hurried to the wine shop.

After arriving at the store, she and Chi Zhong Yang Wu and others packed their things, removed the window, and watched the guests coming in and out for a drink, and finally let go of their hanging heart.

After finally putting everything in place, Zhuo Lian sat in the hall for a while, and saw Qu hurriedly walked in. He laughed and said, "Lianniang, the son of Qi is at the door and wants to see you. "

"I'm going to bring Master Qi here, you can rest well."

Zhuo Lian saw Qi Henian last time, more than half a month ago, she was hiding in the wooden cabinet of Qi Mansion, and the man was drugged and lying on the ground to confuse herself.

The scene was clear to her, and it was not much different from the most difficult nightmare, so after being rescued by Huan Shen, she never contacted Qi Henian again, and she didn't know what was going on in Qi Mansion.

Zhuo Lian walked outside the shop and saw the thin and pale youth, his eyes inevitably showed a trace of stunnedness, "Master Qi, why have you cleared so much recently? Have you ever hired a doctor?"

Qi Henian pursed her lips, followed her to the main hall, and asked straightforwardly: "Lianniang, were you in Qi Mansion that night?"

Zhuo Lian was pouring tea. Hearing this, his hand holding the handle of the pot trembled, and the hot tea soup was spilled outside.

Upon seeing this, the man smiled lowly, "It seems I got it right. You should have fallen into the trap, not Zhuo Yujin."

"What does the matter have to do with Zhuo Yujin?" Zhuo Lian had an unclear premonition in his heart.

The narrow and long phoenix eyes stared at the woman in front of him, Qi Henian's tone was really not good, "Huan Shen is indeed capable, do you know what he did for revenge? He sent Zhuo Yujin, who was unconscious, to In my room, if I didn’t want to kill me, your sister should be my concubine."

The author has something to say: Yesterday’s chapter has been revised: 1. The heroine did not have that deep feelings for Huan Shen, only some feelings + gratitude; 2. Qi Henian had no relationship with Zhuo Yujin, just lying on a bed , The clothes are ripped apart

Dark Horse Milk Wine-"Chinese Wine History"

The content of the release of wife book: For all the reasons of a couple, the marriage of three lives in the previous life, and the couple in this life are the first to match the couple in this life—Baidu