When Qu Shang heard that Ming Yulong could judge the raw materials and the source of the water just by taking two sips of wine, he suddenly had a feeling of meeting a confidant, and there was a little excitement on his round face.

Ming Yulong raised two delicate eyebrows, "Mr. Shang is erudite and versatile, staying by Rong Yi's side is really hard, even he wants you to brew wine." ”

Qu Shang heard this outside, and sweat broke out on his forehead, this Miss Ming was really bold, and he quickly explained:

"Miss Mingda, don't say that, winemaking is a hobby of koji merchants. This jar of wine was dug up the day before yesterday and specially asked the prince to help me taste it, not what the prince asked me to brew. ”

"I see." Ming Yulong glanced at Rong Yi.

He was still leaning lightly on the carriage, one hand on his forehead, and his wide sleeved robe hung down, revealing his jade-like wrists.

The eyebrows were like poetry, and he looked at her lightly and shallowly, smiling faintly.

Ming Yulong said secretly, Rong Yi like this is still very comfortable to see, the skin is born well, and it is really pleasing. Even when she knew that he was very dark-bellied, she couldn't help but want to look at him twice.

Having a beautiful man, plus a good wine, is also a kind of enjoyment.

Well, if you drink two glasses of wine first, it's hard to get here, and you can also drink the kind of wine from the original era, it seems that although it's a different time and space, some things are still the same.

She narrowed her eyes slightly, savoring the various tastes, and there was a trace of intoxication on her beautiful face, as if she was hazy like a dream by the smell of wine.

Rong Yi looked at her intoxicated smile, and the curvature of the corners of her mouth inexplicably made people feel that she was drinking the most beautiful and mellow thing in the world at this time.

Lowering his eyes and glancing at the wine in his hand, the corners of Rong Yi's mouth were slightly curled, and he brushed his sleeves with one hand, and slowly picked it up and took a sip.

It seems that the taste of potpourri is indeed a little different from previous years.

What does it taste like......

Rong Yi raised his head, because what is the difference?

Ming Yulong, who was sitting opposite, didn't drink his taste, but felt that the wine was sweet and silky, and the alcohol content was not high, so he was completely like a drink, and he poured himself a lot.

I didn't notice that her little face was dyed with a thin layer of blush because of drinking, like rouge, and her cheeks were even more delicate.

Rong Yi frowned slightly, "Don't drink anymore, I won't be able to hold you later." ”

"It's not a high alcohol drink, so there's nothing wrong with a few drinks." Ming Yulong's genuine products have a taste, where are you willing to put it down.

"Although the degree is not high, the effect is the same if you drink too much." Rong Yi said lightly.

It's really a lot, Ming Yulong curled his mouth, "Even if you drink too much, it doesn't matter, who wants you to hug it." ”

Rong Yi glanced at the white jade long-necked wine bottle, the wine bottle was slender and not large, and it had already poured five glasses, and there should be no more at this time.

"I don't want to hug you, I'm afraid you'll be the same as last time. I got drunk halfway, and Ming Shizi specially asked me to send you back. If you get drunk in the carriage again this time, I won't send you off. ”

Speaking of the last incident, Ming Yulong still remembered that he stayed in her room, and pouted: "You can not send me, Nalan Lian is behind, anyway, today he called me out and asked him to send it back, which is just right." ”

"Do you like Nalan Lian holding you very much?" Rong Yi suddenly raised his eyes to look at her, and asked casually.

Rong Yi's pupils are very black, embedded in the oblique flying phoenix eyes, like the starry sky of the polar night, looking into the abyss-like ink.