The wind blows, and the white petals fall like snow, falling in the hair, on the placket, and in the palms of the hands......

The two seem to be in a beautiful picture, which is unbearable to disturb, for fear of destroying the beauty and tranquility of this area.

One of the petals happened to fall on Su Yueming's eyebrows, he raised his hand, twisted the petals, and his fingertips touched her eyebrows slightly.

The glimmer of the morning light fell on his thick eyelashes, forming a beautiful arc on her face, and Su Yueming trembled slightly.

This harmonious appearance gives the illusion that they have been a pair of beautiful people since their previous lives.

"I've heard you're leaving in four days." She said, her voice was a little hoarse, as if she had something on her mind.

Murong Canghai nodded and said, "Yes, the emperor is sick, I should leave." Do you have an answer to something you've thought about before? ”

The corners of Su Yueming's eyebrows jumped slightly, he did ask her to go back to be his princess of the North Courtyard, but she had already promised another person that she would always stay by his side and never leave, so-

"Let me cook a pot of pear blossom wine for the king of the North Courtyard, and you should practice it." She didn't answer his question directly.

He ordered a pot of hot sake to be brought and filled it in a clear jade bottle, which radiated a moist luster in the morning light.

She took off a pear blossom with her own hands, gently plucked the petals stained with the morning dewdrops, one by one, put them into the jade bottle, and then covered the lid of the wine jug, held the wine in her hand, and shook it slowly, so that the fragrance of the pear blossom and the freshness of the dew and the mellow wine industry dissolved.

Murong Canghai put the jade flute next to his hand and watched her every move.

Making pear blossom brew seems simple, but in fact, there are many particulars: the temperature of this sake is too old, and a little less is too little; Besides, this pear blossom must take the first flower that opens in the morning, and the dew between the petals must not be contaminated with the rest of the impurities, otherwise the mellow taste of this wine will be washed; The action and frequency of shaking the bottle body are also quite particular, not too heavy, not too light, quite difficult to master.

But for Su Yueming, she is already familiar with the road, and watching her make pear blossom brew is a pleasure.

After a while, she opened the lid of the flask, and suddenly a faint fragrance came to her nose, tempting to taste.

She tilted the wine bottle, poured the wine into the cup, exuding the faint fragrance of pear blossoms and the freshness of dewdrops, and took the cup with her slender hand, held it with both hands, and sent it to Murong Canghai's hand, saying-

"King of the North Courtyard, please."

Pear blossom wine, pear, off?

That's the answer she gave.

Murong Canghai picked up the wine glass, raised his head, and drank the pear blossom wine she had brewed herself, but the deep and evil gaze never left her eyes.

Her eyes, sometimes clear, sometimes blurred, seem intense, but in fact indifferent.

"Three years, you give Da Zhou another three years, let it grow into an enemy that is enough to match Da Qin, and you can let Ma Zhongyuan go, okay?" Su Yueming raised his eyes, looked at his face, which always exuded a cold charm, and said.

The corners of Murong Canghai's lips raised, sweeping an evil arc, this mellow pear blossom brew actually tasted a little bitter, she actually sensed that he was about to let the horse go and set foot in the Central Plains?

He said, "Are you pleading for Xuanyuan Qihuang?" ”

Su Yueming did not evade, and said bluntly, "Yes." ”