Ask This Spring

Zhuo Lian didn't intend to compromise. She could suffer for the sake of her blood relatives, and endure what ordinary people couldn't bear, but the women in front of her had nothing to do with her.

"Why? I saw it very clearly just now. This lady was talking funny things with interest, while she said something while looking at me, thinking that it is not related to me or the entire Huan family, so it's better to say it again."

The female family's surname is Hua, and her husband is at the fourth rank, and her status is not low, but compared with the second rank madam who was proclaimed by the saint, it is not enough.

Fahrenheit lowered his head and his complexion became embarrassing. It took a long time before he gritted his teeth and said: "Mrs. Huan, don't deceive people too much!"

Zhuo Lian stood on the spot with his palm on the back of the chair, and smiled lowly, "Why did you say this? I showed up at the birthday banquet for the first time. I have never seen any ladies before, so I just asked because of curiosity. In one sentence, how did you become a generation of bullying and humiliating weak women and children?"

Fan Zhujun didn't expect Zhuo Lian to be so sharp, he couldn't help frowning, and was about to speak, so his mother secretly grabbed his wrist, and only heard Fan's mother smile and groan: "Today is the birthday of the master, and it makes sense for everyone to be happy. Among them, why stick to politeness? Lianniang is also a magnanimous young woman, don't worry about it so much."

Fan's mother is Fan Zhao's wife, and she is also a second-rate imperial wife. Coupled with the monstrous power of the General's Mansion, ordinary people dare not offend her at all. Therefore, after she finished speaking, everyone didn't even save the steps of blessing and saluting. If Zhuo Lian did more care, he would appear arrogant and domineering and lose the Huan family's face.

The female guests present are all human beings, how can you not guess Fan's mother's intentions? It's nothing more than looking down on Huan Zhuo's identity and unwilling to sit on an equal footing with her.

Speaking of which, Huan Zhuo’s luck is really good. A woman from a merchant, who only makes wine on weekdays, made her find a prescription for the treatment of Yangmei plague. She also dedicated the method to the third prince and saved thousands of people. , Such a great contribution, even if the female family members feel uncomfortable, they can't be ignored.

As soon as Zhuo Lian took a seat on the wooden chair, he saw the maid leading Fan Lan closer. Different from the previous Fahrenheit, Fan Lan and her had a real grudge. The only flesh and blood was expelled from Beijing. Even if they returned, they would lose their original glory. How could they be reconciled?

There were several blue and white porcelain vases on the table, and the woman picked up the wine and poured it into the cup, asking, seemingly unintentionally:

"Lianniang has been making wine for many years, and Qing has no bottom and Jin Bo has appeared in the wine list again. I want to come to the wine list. The talent is definitely not bad. Quickly judge the pros and cons of this wine, and it will also give us more insights."

In terms of seniority, Fan Lan is Zhuo Xiaotong's continuation and Zhuo Lian's stepmother. In this way, Zhuo Lian must answer, otherwise the dirty water will be poured on her.

Looking down at the light green liquor in the porcelain cup, the woman whispered: "If you want to determine the taste of the wine, you must judge from the three aspects of color, fragrance, and taste. This wine is clear in color, like bamboo leaves, compared to ordinary sake. Even better, no flaws can be found."

Fan Lan then asked: "What about the fragrance and taste?"

Zhuo Yan took a sip, and after tasting it, she was relieved. She thought that Fan Lan had some means. It turned out that she had dug a trap and waited for her to jump off.

On the table is raw spring, which is a kind of spring wine, divided into two types: raw spring and roasted spring. Shengchun refers to the fermented, undecocted wine, which tastes sweet but not astringent; Shaochun is similar to ordinary sake. Lime is added during the brewing process, which makes it a little bitter to eat.

Ordinary people like mellow burning spring, but the princess Deyang is an exception. She hates gray wine very much, but Ming Ming'ai wine hardly drinks. His only son guessed his mother's mind and simply made birth spring. The princess has a rather domineering temperament, and the things she likes cannot tolerate other people's comments. What's more, Shengchun is still related to her beloved son. If Zhuolian criticizes Shengchun's words to her ears, so many guests will see it with their own eyes. See, it will definitely cause a lot of trouble.

Few people know that Shengchun was created by Fu Shizi, and Fan Lan also heard from his brother, so he took the initiative to ask questions.

"Shengchun is refreshing, sweet and delicious," Zhuo Lian said with lowered eyes.

Fan Lan was a little anxious. Yujin had tasted Shengchun before. She said that in order to avoid the gray feeling, the decoction process was omitted for this wine, and the taste was particularly bland. Zhuo Lian's ability is not inferior to Yujin, how can he not tell?

"What about the shortcomings?"

Hearing this, the woman's delicate fingertips crossed the corner of the table, meaning unknown: "I have tasted the color and fragrance, so my mother will talk about the shortcomings. Your time in the wine shop is much longer than mine. You can tell a little bit if you know it."

Fan Lan was blocked and speechless, his eyes rounded, panting heavily, and did not speak for a long time.

Fan Zhujun, who was sitting on the side, couldn’t help but curled his lips. Her aunt was really confused. Otherwise, she would not only look at her skin and wealth, she would have plunged into Zhuo’s family. Now she has ended up like this, but she’s her own responsibility. That's it.

Zhuo Lian didn't even sweep the eyes of the aunts and nephews. She understood that there was no good feast. Before coming to the general's mansion, she ate a small bowl of silver noodles to cushion her belly. Naturally, she was not hungry now.

There are screens between the seats for men and women. She can't see the situation on the other side, but can hear the voice of conversation.

"Brother Huan, your family are all strange people. You have succeeded in saving you and become a fifth-rank general, and your sister-in-law has found the secret recipe of Renzhong Huangwan, which really impresses all the brothers."

Zhuo Lian didn't expect that Huan Shen would also come, she took a deep breath, showing no clues on the surface.

After finally reaching the end of the birthday banquet, Zhuo Lian caught a glimpse of the familiar face as soon as he walked out the door. Faced with her dark eyes, her heart tightened, thinking about whether to step forward and say hello. Suddenly a maid rushed out, without knowing what she had said, Huan Shen left with her.

Thinking of the description of the heroine in the script, she couldn't help shook her head and left with Qingmei.

The maid brought Huan Shen to the pavilion, and Fan Zhujun in a red skirt came to face him, Qingli's face was a little bit uncomfortable, and asked: "Brother Huan, I thought you were a real hero. I don't want you to be caught by Huan Zhuo Bewitched, he cuts down on his cousin. Yujin is just a weak woman who has no power to restrain the chicken. Where is it worth you to deal with in person? Now that she has paid the price, Huanzhuo has got what she wanted, right?"

Huan Shen's expression was cold, without a trace of fluctuation, "You are looking for me just to talk about this?"

Perceiving the impatience in the man's words, Fan Zhujun was cruel and said, "Princess Xiangling is gone."

"What did you say?"

If Huan Shen remembers correctly, as the daughter of a saint, Princess Xiang Ling has only turned seventeen this year, and she went outside the Guan to marry her for less than a year. How could she die?

"You and I have been on the battlefield together, and I also know how cruel the Hu people are. The princess will die sooner or later, and the Hu people will tear up the covenant. Now the news has been received in the palace. In order not to panic the people, they didn't publicize it. "

In recent days, Fan Zhujun has been banned in the Buddhist hall, and has not seen Fan Zhao at all. If the Seven Princes had not sent someone to deliver the letter, her information would not have been so well informed.

Seeing Huan Shen's silence, Fan Zhujun didn't feel annoyed, and said slowly: "In a short while, war will break out. If you want to make military merits, cooperating with me is the best choice."

"No need." The young man replied coldly.

"Don't rush to refuse before you go. You are from a poor family. Even if you have won the appreciation of the third prince, you are still a fifth-rank guerrilla general.

Under the meticulous diagnosis and treatment of the imperial physician, the seventh prince's body gradually recovered. After this incident, his thirst for power reached its peak. This battle with the Hu people was the best opportunity. If he could win over some generals, it would be beneficial to him without harm.

"Thank you for letting me know, I am only loyal to the Holy Spirit, where can I talk about choosing the Lord?"

When the words fell, Huan Shen didn't stop, turned around and left.

Seeing the man's ruthless back, Fan Zhujun turned black with anger, got up and ran after him. Unexpectedly, two female guests walked nearby. She didn't want outsiders to watch the joke, so she could only stop.

Huan Shen returned to Huan Zhai, received the imperial decree that night, and rushed to Yanmen Pass with the army to defend against foreign enemies.

The whole family stood in the yard. After the waiter left, Zhuo Lian still did not relax. According to the description in the script, Princess Xiangling passed away in the third year of her marriage. Why did she pass two years earlier?

Pulling her palms hard, the sharp pain calmed her a lot. The plot in the book has changed, which proves that everyone's fate will be reversed and the tragedy of the Huan family will not happen. This is a good thing.

Huanmu rushed forward, clutching her son's shirt tightly, and cried: "Those who killed a thousand knives actually killed the princess, how long have you been back from the battlefield..."

No matter how hard Huan Shen's heart is, he unconsciously becomes gentle when facing his biological mother who loves him. He raises his hand to caress the woman's back to help her get along.

"Don't worry, you don't necessarily encounter danger in a war. If your son can make contributions and make a difference, father and elder brother will also be very pleased to learn about it."

"What comforts or not? I am your mother. I just hope you are safe. Those fame and fortune are only a passing fame. If life brings death or not, why bother to risk it?"

Huanmu wiped her tears, and suddenly caught a glimpse of Zhuo Lian standing next to him. He hurriedly took the woman's arm and said, "Ms. Lian, you persuade Shen'er to leave him in the capital. I will not do anything about you. Stopped..."

Zhuo Lian didn't expect that her mother-in-law had already seen the clues. She knew very well in her heart that no one could keep this person.

"There is no eye on the battlefield, uncle, be careful, don't worry mother."

Huan Shen's jaw tightened, staring at the woman in front of him for an instant, trying to find a trace of perseverance on her face, but found nothing.

With his hands clenched into fists, his mouth grinned, and he couldn't help but sarcastically, "Sister-in-law is really decisive. If you say something, you will break it without any muddling."

The author has something to say: Spring wine comes from "Chinese Wine History"

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