"If you like it, you can live here, there are still many vacant seats in this Red Leaf Pavilion. ←Sanjiang Pavilion," the poem said lightly, with a shallow warmth in his eyes.

Feng Che was stunned for a few seconds, and smiled a little embarrassedly: "It's better not to bother the pavilion master." ”

Shi Wuzhi looked at her quietly, Feng Che was even more embarrassed, and immediately changed the topic and said, "Didn't you say that you wanted to invite me to eat and drink, why didn't you see anything?" ”

The peach blossoms fell in the breeze, and a touch of light powder was scattered in the blue pool.

"Naturally, there will be no shortage of your wine." The poem replied lightly, sitting on a stone bench in the peach forest and playing with a strand of silver hair.

After a while, more than a dozen young men in white robes walked out of the peach forest, all with delicate faces and staggering steps, each holding a pot of wine and delicate pastries.

After putting down the wine and pastries, more than a dozen men in white stood aside.

Shi Wuci waved his hand lightly, and the white-clothed men serving on the side all retreated.

"Let's try it, this is this year's new peach blossom wine." Uncover a pot of wine and hand it to Feng Che.

As soon as he opened the seal, he smelled an intoxicating aroma of wine before he reached the tip of his nose, took the peach blossom wine handed by Shi Wuci, and took a sip gently.

There is a spicy taste in the mouth, followed by a faint sweetness, and the intuition between the lips and teeth is swept by this fragrance little by little.

The peach blossoms made from baijiu neutralize the spicy nature of baijiu and have a unique fragrance of peach blossoms.

Shi Wuqi took a pot of wine, got up and left the stone bench, leaning on the peach blossom tree behind him, a waterfall of silver hair unrestrained and let it hang down naturally.

"How?" He asked with a slight raised eyebrow.

Feng Che put down the wine jug, wiped the wine from the corners of his lips and said: "The fragrance is sweet and mellow, when the peach blossoms are in full bloom, sitting under the tree and drinking this peach blossom wine comfortably should be a great joy in life." ”

Speaking of this, Feng Che suddenly remembered Tang Yin's famous poem, and couldn't help but chant:

"Peach blossom nunnery in Peach Blossom Dock, peach blossom fairy under peach blossom nunnery.

The peach blossom fairy planted peach trees and folded flower branches as wine money.

When you wake up, you only sit in front of the flowers, and when you are drunk, you have to sleep with the flowers.

Day after day after flower, drunkenness and sobering year after year.

I don't want to bow in front of the carriage and horses, but I hope that the old man will die in the wine room. ”

Shi Wuci frowned slightly, and read: "I hope that the old man will die in the wine room......

Is this a poem you made? He was slightly surprised.

"Of course not, it's ...... In the countryside, I happened to hear someone else singing. Feng Che scratched his head and explained.

Such uninhibited poems are afraid that only a merry man like Tang Yin can write them.

"It must be extraordinary for a country man to make such a poem." Turning the flask in his hand, the expression of the poem was obscure.

"Feng Che, come here." He called in a low voice, his inky pupils bottomless, and the fiery red clothes rolled up with ripples.

"Huh?" Feng Che was a little confused.

He leaned under the peach blossom tree with a flat expression and continued, "Come here." ”

Feng Che hesitated and walked over, and before he could react to what was going on, he was suddenly grabbed by Shi Wuci's waist.

Then the sky whirled, feeling his feet in the air, the wind blowing in his ears, Feng Che clutched his shirt tightly and buried his head in his neck and didn't dare to open his eyes.

I don't know how long, maybe a moment or a minute, she heard his gentle voice: "Okay." ”

Feng Che let go of his hand, slowly opened his eyes, and a little light appeared, below which was the peach blossom forest he had just stayed in and the blue pond on that side.

In an instant, his eyes were dark, and his body couldn't help but lean back, and Shi Wuzhi hurriedly grabbed Feng Che.

"What's wrong, are you alright?"

Feng Che hurriedly shook her head, her face was a little pale, she was embarrassed to say that she was afraid of heights, this poem is also speechless, what are you doing on the roof!

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