Dry bones laughed and opened their eyebrows.

He filled his glass with sake, and put the flask back on the small stove on the table, the dark blue charcoal fire slowly burning, and the wine in the flask rolled and gurgled sound.

Blown by the breeze far, far away.

He pushed the wine glass to his lips a few points and took a sip: "How can wine be the most popular?" ”

He raised his eyebrows and asked her, a few strands of hair rippling on his neck, rippling slightly, the wind, as if born on his body, made his whole person look as distant as the wind, but he could really caress it.

Tranquil and far-reaching, picturesque and dreamlike.

She pursed her lips and said with feeling: "Ben really answered that sentence, wine is not intoxicating, people are drunk." ”

Many times, wine really can't get drunk, and it's himself who gets drunk.

"It's a really good thing to say." Dry Guhuan squinted his eyes to see the autumn mood, his eyes were full of praise, he raised his head and drank the wine in the wine glass, closed his eyes, and the aftertaste was endless.

Seeing him drunk so intoxicated, Qiu Yinong felt itchy.

In fact, she also loves wine.

When she was still Zhao Zishi, she liked to drink, especially after the fall of the Zhao Kingdom, she was imprisoned in the Qianqiu Palace for a period of time, and always liked to carry a pot of sake to the pavilion, and after getting drunk, she fell asleep on the round table.

At that time, Zhan Yu often scolded her for being unproductive and decadent.

Zhan Yu is such a sober and rational person, he never drinks more than three glasses, he maintains absolute sanity, he likes the feeling that everyone is drunk and he is sober, looking down on all beings.

He was the supreme emperor.

She was depressed in the Qianqiu Palace, depressed all day long, borrowing wine to drown her sorrows, avoiding the troubles of the world, Zhan Yu once smashed all her wine jars with his own hands, the fragments, scattered a full pavilion, the fragrance of wine overflowed the entire Qianqiu Palace.

That day, I don't know if it was the smell of wine that made her drunk, or if she was drunk in the first place.

She hugged Zhan Yu and cried all night, and from then on, he was the warmth of her backlight, and he entered her heart strongly, and it was out of control from then on.

Qiu Yinong looked at the wine glass in front of him, his eyes were confused, and he was distracted.

The man opposite, half-open and half-closed, squinted his eyes, his deep eyes were as dark as the sea, and all the streamers were rippling.

seemed to see her amazement, but she thought of it, she didn't see anything, her eyes were as shallow as the wind, blowing on her body, faint, without a trace.

Qiu Yinong suddenly picked up the wine glass on the table, covered it with one hand, covered his face, and poured all the wine into his lips.

The autumn was so strong that I was caught off guard, and I was almost choked with tears.

was pressed back by her.

"Haha."

Hearing the high-spirited laughter of the man in her ear, Qiu Yinong's face turned red slightly, as if Dry Bone Huan saw her embarrassment, and this time, she was laughing at her.

In the end, she is too self-conscious.

The wine of dry bones, like his person, looks pure and harmless, but the substance is strong and exciting.

Like poison, if you touch it, you will be indulged.

After the spicy intensity in the mouth goes down, there is a sweet and bitter aftertaste, and the aroma of wine spreads between the lips and teeth.

I like it in autumn, and this wine is really a good thing.