Be Careful General's Wife!

This self punishment, of course, is a fine wine, because it is her daughter's house, so Wei Jia asked the maid to bring osmanthus wine, and put a pot on each table.

This sweet scented osmanthus wine has the fragrance of osmanthus, which is neither heavy nor sweet. If it's not for those who can't drink, even if they drink a pot, they won't be so intoxicated.

As the master, Wei Jia began with her.

The maid covered her eyes with her handkerchief and knocked with a drum hammer: "Dong Dong Dong..."

With the drum beating, Weijia passed the peony flower in her hand to the princess Liufang around her.

The princess took the peony flower, and passed it to another table's expensive girl.

"Ha ha..." The ladies who received the flowers were busy passing the flowers in their hands to another person.

Song Ziyu looked nervously at the flowers that were about to reach her. Her heart beat as fast as a drum.

She hoped that the drum dance would stop when the flowers reached her, because she had no goods in her stomach. She was afraid that the flowers would fall on her. The drum beat stopped and she could not read poetry. If so, she must be laughed at.

After a while, the flower was passed to song Ziyu's hand. She was busy trying to pass the flower to the next table. The drum stopped.

Seeing this, Zhu Xiuhe and several noble girls all looked at Song Ziyu with an expression of waiting to see a joke.

Song Ziyu looked at the red peony flowers in her hand, wrung her eyebrows and thought bitterly that Mr. Kong had taught her poems.

However, she did not learn a few poems, and how can she think of poems related to flowers.

Zhu Xiuhe looked at her and laughed: "Song Ziyu, if you can't think of it, don't think about it. Hurry up and punish yourself!"

Zhang Huixin also covered her lips and said with a smile, "it seems that your husband has not taught you idioms, nor poems."

"Perhaps it's no wonder, sir, that someone is so stupid that he can't teach him how to teach him!"

Being ridiculed by Zhu Xiuhe and others, song Ziyu was so angry and embarrassed that he couldn't think of any poem any more.

When she was embarrassed and embarrassed, she suddenly remembered the poem that her grandfather had taught her to recite when she was a child, sitting in the house, looking at the white snow and red plum outside.

She thought about it carefully, and then swallowed her saliva. She hesitated and said, "a few plum blossoms are in the corner. Ling Han opens alone. She knows that it's not snow, so there's a faint fragrance."

After singing, her heart beat like a drum, and she didn't know if she was right.

She actually said, and flowers related poetry! Zhu Xiuhe turned her lips in disappointment and said, "I'm afraid no one doesn't know this poem."

Hearing Zhu Xiuhe say so, song Ziyu knew that he was not wrong and was relieved.

"Dong Dong Dong..."

Drum sound again, the peony flower began to spread.

This time when the drum stopped, the peony flower fell into Zhu Xiuhe's hand.

She raised her chin, looked at Song Ziyu and read a sentence: "pear flowers, snow trees, willows, thousands of cigarettes."

Song Ziyu thought hard for a long time before he remembered the poem. If he did it again, he would not be able to read the poem related to flowers.

After the flower passed around again, it fell into song Ziyu's hands again.

Song Ziyu held the flower in his hand, so he couldn't think of any poem about it.

She bit her lip and lifted the glass.

Zhu Xiuhe will not miss any chance to laugh at her, "Oh, can't you think of it?"

"Yes, we didn't read a few songs."

"It seems that Miss Song knows only one poem."

Song Ziyu's face was red with anger, but he could not say anything against it. He had to hold up his glass and drink the wine in one gulp.

"Dong Dong Dong..."

I don't know if song Ziyu is a little bit back. After a round of transmission, when the flower falls into her hand, the drum stops again.

But after two glasses of wine, her face was already red.

After two rounds of transmission, two noble girls said poems related to the flower, and the flower fell into song Ziyu's hands twice. She drank two cups in a row.

Every time I drink, I have to be ridiculed by Zhu Xiuhe and others.

Song Ziyu is too young to drink. After four cups of wine, her head has begun to faint.

She supported the table with both elbows, and held the face of red sunset glow with both hands, and looked at other people passing flowers in her eyes.

When the flowers reached her, she didn't reach for them, so she threw them on her desk.

Song Ziyu looked at the flowers on the table for a long time.

"Miss, pass it quickly!" Hongyu, who was waiting behind her, whispered.

"Pass it on?" Song Ziyu held his chin in one hand and picked up the peony flowers on the table. At this time, the drum beat stopped.

Zhu Xiuhe laughed: "Song Ziyu is you again. Don't think about it. If you think about it, you can't think of it. Drink it quickly."

This flower order has been in production for more than half an hour. The ladies nearby have read poems about flowers. The wine is half a mouthful, and song Ziyu has been drinking.Wei Jia looked at Song Ziyu, who was obviously drunk, wrung his eyebrows and said, "forget it! Miss song is drunk, so don't let her drink! "

She is young in the end. If she is drunk and does something out of the ordinary, she is not easy to explain to the master.