There were no tables and chairs on the deck, Cen Shisan took off his robe, sat down cross-legged, and then patted the deck next to him: "It's not cold, you can sit."

Zeng Shou stared at the deck, thinking to himself how dirty it was for everyone to step on this.

Cen Thirteen seemed to see his thoughts. He took out a handkerchief and wiped the deck carefully, looked up at him and said, "It's all clean, now you can sit." “

Zengshou sat down reluctantly, and when he saw Cen Shisan open the food box, he frowned and said: "I have a bad appetite and can't sleep in the middle of the night. ”

Cen 13 took out a glass bottle from the food box, and by the light of the lantern, the bottle contained a dark red liquid, crystal clear.

"It's a Western wine, and if you drink it, you'll get a good night's sleep." He pulled out a pair of clear, wide-mouthed, thin-footed glasses.

Prince Cheng looks down on the strange skills of foreigners the most, these Western things are rarely seen in the house, and Zengshou usually knows the truth of drinking and making mistakes, no matter how foolish he is, he doesn't dare to really go to find the wine he is not familiar with to drink, but now, just the two of them on the deck, he is relaxed, seeing Cen 13 pouring wine, he said with a smile: "Foreigners are very interesting, the mouth of the cup is so big, and it tastes shallow, it is really not as happy as our big bowl of wine and eating meat." ”

"Do you want to go to the foreigner's realm for a walk?"

Cen 13 handed a cup to Zengshou, who took it and took a sip: "Why is this sour and astringent, haha, you are fooled, this foreigner is afraid that he is making wine with rotten grapes, right?" It's really pitiful, or I have a lot of resources, and I don't have to eat rotten grapes. Well, in this case, I will never go to the realm of foreigners, I can't afford to eat grapes, and I can't go hungry. ”

Cen Shisan raised his glass and touched the cup in his hand and said: "Yes, they are too poor, they can only eat rotten grapes, or my Heavenly Empire, you can eat whatever you want, just for this stuttering, we can't leave this place." ”

He looked up at the faces of the stars and the half moon in the sky and said, "Let's not raise a glass to invite the bright moon." ”

"Li Baiju isn't sour wine, right?"

"Grape wine luminous glass, there was also wine in the Tang Dynasty, maybe Li Bai held the glass and wine."

The corners of Cen Shisan's mouth rose, deliberately teasing him.

"Yes, no wonder he can only drink by himself, such a difficult wine, without adding some honey, where can he invite people."

Zengshou thought for a while and said: "Maybe I'm just a little learned, and I haven't yet experienced the good taste of this grape wine, I'll drink some more." As he spoke, he raised his glass and drank it all, and after drinking, he shouted, "It's sour, it's vinegar." ”

Cen 13 laughed: "Next time, I can consider using it to mix Songhua eggs." ”

"Yes, yes, add some more minced garlic." Zengshou put down the cup, Cen 13 took out a plate of pine nuts from the food box and said, "Eat something and press the wine." ”

Zengshou shook his head: "I've never seen anyone who can get drunk when he drinks vinegar." ”

"This wine has a lot of momentum, don't underestimate it."

The two of them sat on the deck, the evening breeze was gusting, the air was moist and fresh, everything around was dark and silent, only the lantern lights hanging on the side of the ship next to them flickered and dimmed, reflecting on Cen Thirteen's face, half of his face was hiding in the shadows, and his facial features were as deep as a knife.

Zengshou didn't dislike the deck being dirty, so he lay down on the deck, crossed Erlang's legs and asked, "Mr. Cen, has anyone ever praised you for your good looks." ”

Cen Thirteen touched his chin: "If you talk about appearance, Thirteen is far inferior to adults." ”

"That's not ......"

Zengshou stopped suddenly, and said with a smirk: "It seems that this wine has a lot of stamina, why do I feel a little dizzy." "Not only dizziness, but also some shortness of breath.

"Adults have never drunk Western-style wine before, so it's not easy to get used to it for a while. It's windy here, so I'll help you go back to the cabin, be careful if you catch a cold. ”

Saying that, Cen 13 put down the cup, got up and bent down to help increase his longevity. Zengshou put his hands on his shoulders and was about to get up, when suddenly his rosy lips pursed slightly: "Shh, what voice are you listening to?" ”

Cen 13 stopped and listened carefully: "Someone is singing." ”

The singing voice seemed to float from a long distance, the sound was far and near, and Zeng Shou only cared about listening to the voice, but he forgot to hold Cen Shisan's arm tightly with both hands, and the latter naturally gently pulled him up, and Zeng Shou pressed his temple: "Still dizzy." ”

The song was getting closer.

Zengshou said: "You help me, let's go to the side of the boat to see, who is singing, in the middle of the night, do you want to scare people to death?" ”

The wine is full of strength, and the pace of longevity is vain, and the movement is much slower.

Seeing him staggering towards the side of the boat, Cen 13 was worried that he would accidentally fall, so he hurriedly followed, gently holding his arm: "My lord, be careful." ”

A gust of wind blew, and Zengshou stretched out his hand and shook it: "It's so drunk, I don't seem to be able to see my hands anymore." ”

"My lord, it's foggy."

Cen Thirteen pointed to the lantern, which was shaking and could only see a vague cluster of light now.

A moist mist with a fishy smell enveloped them. The song is getting closer and closer: "Youlan dew, like crying eyes." There is nothing to knot, and the fireworks are unbearable. The grass is like a tree, and the pine is like a cover. The wind is the garment, and the water is the pei. Oil-walled cars, night to night. Cold green candles, glorious labor. Under Xiling, the wind and rain ......"

The voice was thin, like someone singing in the ear.

Zengshou muttered: "What kind of poem is this?" What the hell. ”

"Adults are smart, this is Li He's poem, known as a poetic ghost."

The song and them were separated by a thick layer of fog, and in the haze, he saw a bright light flashing, and he thought that there was really a ship with lanterns passing by, and the song came from that ship.

"There's a boat, there's really a boat passing by," Zengshou pointed ahead.

"My lord, little woman Huang Xiu'e, I died so miserably......."

The thin voice sounded again, especially the tragic death of the last sentence and dragged out the tone, and the longevity was so frightened that he grabbed Cen Shisan's hand tightly: "Mr. Cen." You...... Have you ever heard any sounds? ”

"Don't be afraid, it's Su Xiaoxiao who sings, it sounds a little ghostly, Li He's poems are like this." Cen 13 patted Zengshou's arm.

Zengshou shook his head: "Someone shouted injustice, didn't you hear it?" Everyone was shrouded in a cloud of mist, nothing could be seen, the nose changed and the corners of the mouth were damp and slightly fishy mist, only Cen Shisan's body was warm and hot, this chaotic piece made Zengshou seem to return to the past when he was thrown in the village when he was a child, and saw the lonely and timid child hiding in the small dark room and crying secretly.

His voice trembled slightly: "Cen Thirteen." Cen XIII. ”

"My lord, I'm here."

Cen Shisan's warm hand held his shoulder and whispered in his ear: "It's okay lord, it's easy to fog on the river, and it will dissipate soon, don't be afraid." ”

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