Chu Gongzi finally chose to sit down at a table next to Zhao Shuang, his two eyeballs were rolling around, and his gaze drifted on Zhao Shuang from time to time.

Zhao Shuang was also speechless, and he didn't know what he was looking at with the flat body of a fifteen or sixteen-year-old girl.

Fu Ning, who was on the other side of Zhao Shuang, stood up and sat between Zhao Shuang and Chu Gongzi with his futon without saying a word.

Zhao Shuang didn't care about Fu Ning's sudden change of position, young Mu Ai, this side is closer to Du Sanniang.

Du Sanniang first asked the maid to serve tea to everyone, and then arranged for the dancing girl to dance for a while.

In ancient times, the painting boat was actually a place for men to relax and entertain in ancient times, similar to people going to bars for recreation today, not only sex (harmony words) trading.

At the end of the dance program, the host Du Sanniang began to organize everyone to drink alcohol.

In ancient times, prostitutes were representatives of high education, and the people who got on Du Sanniang's flower boat regarded themselves as scribes, so the wine order should not be too vulgar.

Du Sanniang was holding a bamboo tube with a lot of bamboo sticks in it.

She smiled and said, "Let's make a poetry order, ask a guest to draw lots, and everyone will compose poems on the theme of the words drawn." It's still our old rule, drinking what is made, and drinking tea that is not made. ”

Other people's wine orders are all about who loses and who drinks, but here Du Sanniangzi, who wins and who drinks, it can be seen how good Du Sanniang's wine is.

When Gongzi Chu heard that he was going to compose a poem, he shouted dissatisfiedly: "Ah, you want to compose a poem again? The eternal swan song I made when I got on the boat just now has already used up today's poem. I don't do it! I want to listen to Du Sanniang singing. ”

Du Sanniang smiled: "If you can win the wine order, not only will you have good wine to drink, but the slave family will also sing a favorite song for the winner." ”

Only then did Gongzi Chu quiet down and said, "I'll draw lots." ”

The corners of Du Sanniang's mouth twitched downward, obviously very impatient, but she quickly covered it up, smiled and stepped forward to send the bamboo tube to Chu Gongzi.

Chu Gongzi stared hard into the bamboo tube, wanting to see the words on the bamboo stick, but he couldn't see it at all.

The corners of Du Sanniang's mouth showed a trace of imperceptible disdain: Look at it, no matter what you take out, no matter which lottery is drawn, you can't make any decent poems.

Chu Gongzi touched it around, and finally found a stick.

"Wine—ah—how is it wine again, it's so annoying! I've run out of poems about wine today, and I can't do it! Chu Gongzi was indignant.

Du Sanniang took the skewer and said with a smile: "Since Chu Gongzi can't do it, then invite Chu Gongzi to drink a cup of tea." ”

Chu Gongzi glanced at the tea in front of him and said, "If I think about it again, a thousand-year-old talent like me must have better poetry." ”

Du Sanniang pointed to the scribe on the other side of Gongzi Chu and said, "Gongzi Liu, it's your turn." ”

The man thought for a moment, picked up the teacup and drank a full cup of tea.

After two more scribes poured tea, it was Du Sanniang's turn.

Du Sanniang pondered for a moment and said: "Bixi sent a sweet spring to lead, and the borrowed amber is three colors. I want to compare fragrant stamen with jasmine, and I am ashamed of the peach blossoms. ”

As soon as Du Sanniang's words fell, she immediately remembered to applaud.

"It's wonderful! Just listening to it makes you want to drink a glass of this wine! ”

"Where do you want to have a drink, I can't come to ten altars!"

……

is usually a poem, and it is blown into the sky by this group of people, as if it is a swan song for the ages.