The sky in late autumn, looking at thousands of miles, seems to be Chengjiang Bailian.

The weather was fine, Zhong Yan followed Luo Chuan, stepped out of the study door, and walked slowly along the road. For the first time, he really saw this palace that belonged to him.

In the crisp autumn weather, the garden on the west side of the palace is full of chrysanthemums. Ziyue didn't know where to get a paper kite, so she had to put it with Ruan Ge.

It was a paper kite in the shape of a butterfly, and it was very delicately depicted, and when it was placed in the sky, it reflected the clear blue sky, which was very beautiful.

Ziyue happily pulled the rope and ran around the garden, Ruan Ge followed behind, and the paper kite flew higher and higher in the wind.

Such a joyful moment made Ruan Ge forget all his troubles for the time being.

"Paper is made of flowers and bamboo, pretending to be birds and making autumn breezes. flew away with the wind, but there were idiots who looked up. The two lines of poetry brought the laughter of the two to an abrupt end.

The two turned their heads to look, and at some point Zhong Yan stood under a tree in the garden, looking up slightly at the paper kite in the air.

Ruan Ge heard the two lines of poetry that Zhong Yan said, and the meaning couldn't be clearer, he was using the paper kite to ridicule her and Ziyue as just stupid and mediocre people.

This made her very angry, although she didn't have a special study of ancient culture, but she was also a literate intellectual in her shijie, but she was casually humiliated by this ancient person in another world, and she really took modern people as illiterate.

She immediately responded: "The flying kites and butterflies are dancing happily, and they are drawn from far and near. At such a time, the spring breeze sends you to the sky. (1) "This zuihou is an obvious pun, and after saying it, she herself feels a little ruthless.

Zhong Yan was slightly stunned, and Jun was obviously taken aback on his face. What I didn't expect was Ruan Getong's writing, and what I didn't expect was that she could refute it with poetry.

Ziyue saw him hurriedly saluting, holding the thread of the paper kite in her hand and hanging it on the branch, and in a panic, the thread was broken, and the paper kite didn't know where it fell.

"This king underestimated you." Zhong Yan spoke in a deep tone and looked at Ruan Ge.

Ruan Ge also saluted Zhong Yan according to the rules, and said neither humbly nor arrogantly: "See the prince, although the little woman is coarse and well-versed, she also understands the meaning of His Highness's poems. Although we are superficial women, we are not frivolous people who float with the wind and let others dictate their fate. The villain's poems are very vulgar, and they are afraid of polluting the ears of the prince. ”

Zhong Yan said lightly: "Although you will be wrong, women in this world are dependent on men to live, and women want to control their own destiny, which is a joke." After speaking, he stopped looking at Ruan Ge, turned around and left.

Looking at Zhong Yan's disappearing Junyi back, she knew that all the men in this shijie thought so, women were just their accessories, and women might have become accustomed to such rules.

But she's different, she doesn't belong here at all, she's an outlier who appears in this shijie.

"The paper kite is gone, but I finally begged Luochuan to help me do it."

Ziyue had a bitter face, and a severed paper kite thread in her hand.

Ruan Ge looked at her pitiful little expression and couldn't help but laugh.

"It's all your family's unlucky prince. Dare to underestimate us women, not very old, old-fashioned, stubborn in feudal society, sooner or later I will let him understand that we women are no worse than their men. Ruan Ge said.

Looking back, Ziyue was so shocked by her generous statement just now that her jaw almost dropped.

"What are you two girls doing? Have you taken care of everything about entering the palace with His Highness? Uncle Qin paced over.

Ziyue pursed her lips even more when she mentioned this matter: "Sister Yunluo won't let us interfere at all."

Ruan Ge hurriedly said: "It's good if we can take care of ourselves, Sister Yunluo is thoughtful and nimble, we can only add chaos when we go."

Uncle Qin nodded slightly.

Looking up at the lively autumn chrysanthemums of all colors blooming in the yard, he suddenly said: "The chrysanthemums are blooming so prosperously, it's a pity to see them wither."

Ruan Ge saw that Uncle Qin felt nostalgic for these chrysanthemums, and he felt a little unbearable.

He deliberately said in a cheerful tone: "Uncle Qin, chrysanthemums are very useful, you can make chrysanthemum snacks, and they are fragrant and delicious; You can make chrysanthemum tea with a strong aroma and refresh your mind; You can also make chrysanthemum wine, and the chrysanthemum is a treasure all over the body. Although I don't do these things well, I can also make some fur. Hehe. If you don't dislike it, I can make it for you to try it, and secondly, I will save you from feeling sorry for these chrysanthemums. ”

Uncle Qin was surprised, and his eyes flashed: "Miss Ruan, can you make chrysanthemum wine?" ”

"Uncle Qin, don't be polite, you can call me Ruan Ge or Ge'er. My grandfather made chrysanthemum wine, which is a must, and the wine is cool and sweet, and has a liver nourishment and bright eyes. It has the effect of strengthening the brain and delaying aging. I learned a little bit from him since I was a child, and although it can't be as good as what he brews, it shouldn't be any worse. Ruan Ge said with a smile.

"The old man hasn't drunk it for a long, long time since the man was gone. That taste has been in my heart for almost forty years. Uncle Qin was a little emotional.

He paused, and then said: "Ge'er can make chrysanthemum wine for the old man, the old man will not be very grateful." After saying that, he owed and wanted to bow.

Ruan Ge hurriedly stopped and said, "Uncle Qin, you are too polite, it's just a gesture, and it doesn't take much effort." However, this chrysanthemum wine, also known as 'longevity wine', can only be taken out and drunk until September 9 of the following year. ”

"Good wine takes time to settle. Okay, okay, I'll wait for next Chung Yeung Festival to taste your wine. Haha! Uncle Qin smiled happily.

Ruan Ge and Ziyue didn't feel it, and they added some closeness to Uncle Qin.

Leaving aside the matter of the paper kite, Ruan Ge dragged Ziyue to prepare to brew chrysanthemum wine. It's easy to say, but it's not that easy to do.

Fortunately, this is in the palace, and someone will prepare what you want soon.

First, the first chrysanthemums and some verdant branches and leaves are harvested, mixed with glutinous rice ready for sake brewing, and a variety of herbs are added. Then mix an appropriate amount of koji, put it in a tile jar, find a magnolia tree in the shade of the garden, bury it under the tree, and it is done.

All that's left is to wait, for it to slowly ferment, slowly sweeten, and become mellow and clear. On September 9 of the following year, it can be taken out and drunk.

After finishing these things, it was already the evening of the second day, and Ziyue was tired enough, so in order to enter the palace in the most haode state the next day, she went to bed early. Regarding the matter of sleeping beauty sleep, of course, it was taught by Ruan Ge, but it was vividly played by Ziyue.

Ruan Ge couldn't sleep, she was anxious about entering the palace tomorrow, and there was always a premonition in her heart.

The night outside the window was beautiful, so I simply walked out of the room and slowly dispersed in this huge palace.

I heard Ziyue say that there is a lake on the east side of the garden, called Bihe Pond. I heard that it looks beautiful in the daytime. I wonder what it would be like to look at the lake under the moon?

Ruan Ge paced towards the Bihe Pond.