Ling Yichuan was going upstairs, and at this time, he glanced back at his father. Ling Mufeng frowned, and said in a deep voice again, "Come here." ”

Ye Zhiqiu was still a little nervous, for fear that her son would be repaired by her husband, so she immediately opened her mouth to persuade: "Mu Feng, Yichuan is ...... after all."

"Come here!" Ling Mufeng didn't bother to talk to her anymore, and glared directly at Ling Yichuan: "Don't grind, don't look like a man!" ”

This sentence was a bit heavy, Ling Yichuan nodded silently and walked down the stairs.

Ling Mufeng glanced at him and said, "Bring the pear blossom white and two ancient rattan cups that you had stored at home before, and come with me." ”

If you tell him to go out, go out, why do you still drink? Although Ye Zhiqiu was a little confused, she didn't say anything and watched her husband go out with her son.

Ling Mufeng was in front and Ling Yichuan was behind, and the two of them walked all the way on the winding mountain road, at this time it was already early in the morning, and the shadows of the trees were mottled. Although it was summer, the cool breeze on the top of the mountain was still a little cold.

Ling Mufeng was silent all the way, Ling Yichuan didn't say much, and the two walked slowly and walked all the way up the mountain.

The mountain road is difficult to walk, but this mountain, Ling Yichuan also climbed it with Ji Liunian before. Especially after knowing that the two had a baby, they went up the mountain countless times, and prayed countless times to the mountain god to bless the child safely.

It's a pity that all this is like a mirror and a moon, and it has become empty.

When he reached the top of the mountain, Ling Mufeng really walked to the front of the mountain temple and opened the wine bottle. He poured a little wine to offer to the gods, and after that, he glanced at his son who was standing behind him, and Ling Yichuan also walked over silently, and also followed his father's example, and poured a little wine in front of the temple.

After that, Ling Mufeng still didn't say a word, but handed his son a wine glass. He poured a full cup for himself, and poured a glass full of wine for his son. The white and clear aroma of pear blossoms, combined with the mellow taste that has been stored for several years, mixes into a strange taste. Reflected in the moonlight, the wine is shining, like a glass of ice sculpture.

But this kind of wine, when you drink it in your stomach, at first the tip of your tongue is only mellow and clear, but after it slides into your stomach, a burst of fire burns from your stomach to your internal organs and heart.

After being anesthetized by alcohol, his whole body and eyes were a little red, but the feeling of being hot, as if his whole soul was boiling at once, made him deeply fascinated.

After one cup, he poured himself another glass, and then another. Every time, it's all in one drink.

Ling Yichuan usually drinks more foreign wine and less liquor. However, he still drinks well.

Pear blossom white and not as white as those high-purity wines, this is home-cooked, Ling Mufeng deliberately found a good winemaker, many years ago, under a batch, before sealing the altar, but also with pear blossoms deliberately smudged for several months, although the wine taste is mellow and clear, the degree is not high scary. With a dish of side dishes, moisturizing the lungs, clearing the fire, and brightening the eyes, it is most suitable for Ling Yichuan now.

However, such a glass of wine was drunk quickly and quickly, although he was still conscious, but the light in his eyes was already a little blurred.

After another glass, there is only one bottom left in a pot of wine. Ling Yichuan also went to grab the wine bottle, but Ling Mufeng took it away, and after a long time, he looked at his son: "Have you figured it out?" ”