The guests and hosts were happy, and they drank red and red ears one by one, and Wei Chigong even took the remaining half of the wine with him before leaving.

In the Liangyi Palace, Li Shimin was copying calligraphy, and Gonggong Yao said respectfully: "Su Cheng didn't seem to have a big itch after leaving the palace, and then he was taken back to the mansion by Lu Guogong, and later Lu Guogong sent an invitation to invite Wei Guogong, Zhao Guogong, Liang Guogong and others to the banquet, saying that they had newly obtained peerless wine." ”

Li Shimin was surprised: "Oh? A peerless wine? ”

Father-in-law Yao said respectfully: "Yes, it is said to be called Burning Knife, and it is a first-class spirit." ”

Li Shimin was surprised: "Spirits? Burn knives? How come I've never heard of it? ”

Gonggong Yao said with a smile: "It is said that Su Cheng brewed it in the Lu Guogong Mansion today, and it was named Burning Knife." ”

Li Shimin sneered: "Although I don't know much about winemaking, I also know that winemaking is not a day's work, how can Su Cheng be able to make wine in one day?" ”

Father-in-law Yao hurriedly said, "What Your Majesty said is true!" ”

Li Shimin then asked, "What else?" ”

Father-in-law Yao said respectfully: "Su Cheng made a poem. ”

Li Shimin said: "Oh? He's writing poetry again? Read it! ”

Yao Gonggong said respectfully: "Qinghai Changyun Dark Snow Mountain, the lonely city looks at Yumen Pass from afar, the yellow sand wears gold armor in a hundred battles, and Loulan will not be returned if it is not broken!" ”

Li Shimin's eyebrows were slightly raised, his heart was agitated, the pen walked the dragon and snake, and the strength penetrated the back of the paper, and he actually put down the poetry book that Yao Gonggong had just read.

Li Shimin threw his pen and praised: "Good poetry! Vast and majestic, I didn't expect Su Cheng to be able to make such a heroic poem! ”

Father-in-law Yao hurriedly said: "To be praised by His Majesty, this poem must be excellent!" ”

Li Shimin stood at the table and looked at it quietly, not only was the poem good, but he was infected by the momentum of this poem just now, and his writing was also majestic and domineering, which made him love it more and more.

Empress Eldest Sun came to Li Shimin's side and read softly: "Qinghai Changyun Dark Snow Mountain, the lonely city looks at Yumen Pass from afar, the yellow sand wears gold armor in a hundred battles, and Loulan will not be returned if it is not broken!" The poem is good, the words are good, and the concubines feel that Your Majesty's words have the true meaning of the right army of the king of eight points, and it is even more rare to be more heroic than the right army of the king! ”

Li Shimin snorted: "The words are good, poetry, so-so!" ”

Empress Eldest Sun looked around, pursed her lips and smiled: "Let the concubine guess who wrote this poem, well, it must have been written by Su Cheng." ”

Li Shimin was silent, and the eldest grandson Empress smiled and said: "Oh, this kid is really full of poetry, and he has made the first masterpiece in a short period of time." ”

"Princess, princess, Su Gongzi is writing poetry again!" Yingluo ran into the hall and jumped happily.

Princess Changle's big eyes suddenly lit up when she heard this, her face turned red and she bowed her head slightly: "He, he writes poems when he writes poems, what does it have to do with me?" ”

Yingluo's eyes turned slightly, and she smiled and said, "Oh, yes? ”

Although Princess Changle lowered her head, her ears were always waiting to listen, but she didn't hear the sound, so she couldn't help but raise her head slightly, and then saw Yingluo's somewhat narrow eyes.

"Yingluo!" Princess Changle said shyly.

"What does Your Highness command?" Yingluo grinned.

Princess Changle asked in a loud voice, "Later, what about later?" ”

Yingluo shook her head and said, "Well, later, it was passed to the emperor!" ”

After saying this, Yingluo deliberately stopped again.

Princess Changle stomped her feet and said shyly: "Yingluo! ”

Yingluo smiled and said: "The emperor wrote down Su Gongzi's poem, and later the queen also saw it and praised it greatly, saying that Su Gongzi's poetry is full of talent, and he actually made a masterpiece in a short time!" ”

Princess Changle hurriedly asked, "What about the poem?" Do you remember the poem? ”

"Of course I do!" Yingluo shook her head and began to chant, Princess Changle's eyes lit up when she listened, this poem is so majestic and courageous!

Princess Changle held her little head and looked at the bright moon outside the window, and muttered, "Yingluo, what do you say Su Gongzi is doing at the moment?" ”

Yingluo imagined: "Young Master Su, I think at this moment, Young Master Su must be holding His Highness's belly pocket thinking about His Highness!" ”

After a while, Princess Changle's face was as red as a burning cloud, and she said shamefully: "Ah, I forgot to bring my belly pocket back!" ”

Yingluo smiled and said, "That's the token of love between His Royal Highness and Su Gongzi!" ”

Princess Changle said shamefully: "Nonsense, how can there be, how can you use your belly pocket as a token of love!" ”

Yingluo said with a smile: "Anyway, the queen mother has said that she wants to let Su Gongzi be the princess's concubine, and when the princess gets married, the belly pocket will naturally come back!" ”

Princess Changle was ashamed and worried: "My father hasn't decreed marriage yet!" ”

Yingluo smiled and said, "Princess, Su Gongzi will soon be famous in Chang'an!" ”

At this moment, Su Cheng was holding the princess's belly pocket in his hand, but he was not doing anything dirty.

Although the fragrance was fragrant, Su Cheng was a little worried.

This is the princess's belly pocket, what should I do with it? It's not appropriate to always carry it on your body, what if it falls out? People don't think he's a pervert, right?

But it's not appropriate to put it in the room, because this is the guest room of the Lu Guogong Mansion, and there are maids to clean it during the day, in case you find the belly pocket he left, it is estimated that it will not take an hour for the mansion to know that he is a thief who stole the belly pocket.

It's so hard for me!

Su Cheng sighed and put his belly pocket under the pillow.

In just one night, Su Cheng's poem name has quietly spread in Chang'an, but the name of the wine that burns the knife is far less fast than Su Cheng's poem.

But compared with poetry, Su Cheng values burning knife wine more, because he has nothing to do except the belly pocket in his arms, he must gain a foothold in Chang'an, and hope is in burning knife wine.

So early in the morning, Su Cheng and Cheng Chumo went straight to Zhuangzi outside Chang'an City, and the winemaking workshop of Lu Guogong's Mansion was on the Zhuangzi outside the city, and the old pawns who fought with Cheng Biting Jin were placed inside, so there was no need to worry about the leakage of the wine-making method.

The stills were not difficult to make, and under the command of Su Cheng, more than a dozen huge stills were soon made in the distillery, and then everyone began to distill spirits under Su Cheng's guidance.

At first, everyone in the brewery didn't believe that they could distill spirits, but when the spirits were actually distilled, everyone was shocked.

The wine was so strong that it completely broke their perception, they never thought that the wine could be so strong!

Moreover, they never imagined that such a strong wine could be made so easily! Having been working with liquor, they naturally understood how precious the newly made spirits were, and everyone was full of energy.

When Su Cheng and the others returned to the city in the afternoon, the Cheng Chumo brothers exuded a strong smell of alcohol, and they finally got over their addiction to alcohol in the Zhuangzi, not only that, but they also pulled a carriage behind them, and the whole carriage burned knives.