In the West Wind Pavilion, the utensils in the food box are taken out one by one, the white jade cup and the semi-transparent wine jug unique to Guanyulou, the blue and white dishes depicting the water wave fish pattern, a few simple appetizers are placed around, and finally there is a dried drunken fish served in a simple flat plate.

Air-dried drunken fish is to be smeared with wine on the fish meat that removes the head and tail and separates the bone spurs, adds green onion and ginger, pours in the drunken marinade of the western cool spring, refrigerates it in the ice cellar for 12 hours, and then with different seasons, it is air-dried for three to five days, and when you want to make a dish, you will take the fish pieces and wash them with warm water, put the ginger shreds up and down the fish pieces, steam them in the pot and put them until they are slightly cool, and then cut them into pieces and put them on the plate.

The taste of drunken fish is not very salty, and the taste is between dry and fresh, and the taste is unique.

The liquor that bubbles up in a white jade cup like rouge has an attractive cold aroma, and it has been chilled, and the taste is even different from usual.

"I'm going to drink it too." Ye Xinyou saw that the color of the wine was like rouge, so he felt that it must be sweet, otherwise how could there be such a beautiful color.

Linghu Feimo brought three cups, poured wine, but did not give it to her, only picked up a chopstick, dipped it in the cup and handed it to her, saying, "Come, give you a taste." ”

Hum! Excessively! Ye Xinyou ignored him, and took advantage of his unpreparedness to hook his fingers and take the wine glass, with a slightly more interested expression on his face, he raised his head and drank the wine in the glass.

After that, the face changed color.

Shouldn't it be sweet? How could it be, so spicy......

Linghu Feimo snickered on the side, gathered a pair of chopsticks and sandwiched a piece of honey goose breast for her, Ye Xinyou took the goose breast in his mouth, and when the honey melted away, he ate the goose breast to be better.

"I said a long time ago, let you taste the taste first, but you didn't listen."

"You clearly did it on purpose." He just deliberately teased, aroused her curiosity and lured her to get the wine herself, and at the end she looked like 'who wants you not to listen to advice'.

"What's the matter, I'm obviously kind." Linghu Feimo not only had no remorse, but smiled happily.

Seeing them frolicking, Chu Lan also had a smile in his eyes.

Just like children like to try new things, after the spiciness in Ye Xinyou's mouth dissipated, he began to miss the previous taste again, quietly tugged at Linghu Feimo's sleeve, looked at him with reverence with a pair of big eyes, and aimed at the wine jug, the meaning was very obvious.

"What's the matter, aren't you afraid of spicy tongues?" Linghu Feimo asked her with a smile.

Ye Xinyou moved the sweet honey goose shop and the sweet and sour pickled radish to the front, and said, "If you have these two, you won't be afraid." ”

Chu Lan smiled and handed over the plate of cucumbers in front of him: "The effect of this hangover is also good, Miss Ye might as well give it a try." ”

The three of them talked and laughed, Ye Xinyou was greedy for a cup, a few dishes and half a pot of wine entered the stomach, as soon as the morning breeze passed, the stamina of the wine also followed, she blushed slightly, raised a hand to support her forehead, only to feel groggy in her brain, wanted to get up and walk and felt that her limbs were weak, her brain was chaotic, and she didn't want to think about anything.

"Are you sleepy?" Someone's voice, as if coming from a very far away, she nodded subconsciously, and then the next moment she felt her body hanging in the air, as if she was being picked up, but she was still lazy and unwilling to move, and the sun was shining on her body, warm.

..

Next to the carriage at the foot of the mountain, Linghu Feimo placed Ye Xinyou in a padded car, and the two horses tied to the front of the car, one black and one silver-white, the ink-colored one is called Chiyanju, and the silver-white one is called the Silver Wing Horse, which is a good breed that can travel thousands of miles a day.

"The two of you have only stayed in Huailing for a few days, are you leaving?" Chu Lan half leaned on the carriage and spoke

"It just so happens that she's drunk now, so she can save some trouble by leaving, and when she arrives in a new place, she will naturally forget that she hasn't walked around here." Linghu Feimo said with a smile, Ye Xinyou is like a child who likes to play, easy to coax and deceive, but stubbornness is enough to give people a headache.

"Linghu, what do you think of that air-dried drunken fish?" Chu Lan spoke again, but it was a seemingly unrelated topic

Linghu Feimo replied with a faint smile: "Very good, it really lives up to its reputation." ”

Chu Lan spoke again: "Although the wine and food in Guanyulou are wonderful, they are not the best. ”

"Oh?" Linghu Fei Mo interfaced, "Could it be that Brother Chu has seen a more refined method?" ”

Chu Lan chuckled lightly and played with a golden silk sachet in her hand, which was just an ordinary object, often worn by female cultivators, with spices in it to nourish her spirit: "I vaguely remember that there was a garden where a cold spring was naturally formed, and there was an Arowana in it, which was perfect for making this dish, its meat was tender and delicious." ”

When he took out the golden silk sachet, Linghu Feimo put away the smile on his face, and looked at him with vigilance in his eyes: "I don't know where the cold spring that Brother Chu said?" ”

Chu Lan chuckled silently, as if he didn't notice the change in his mood: "This wine is not good enough, the Arowana needs to be cellared for more than a hundred years before it can get drunk, the best, it is also the same jar of Western Liangchun, if it can condense the wine, it is even better." After speaking, he raised his eyes to look at Linghu Feimo, and his eyes were clear.

Linghu Feimo took a few steps closer to Ye Xinyou's position, and a few silver needles had already appeared in the palm of his sleeve, he had long been suspicious of Chu Lan's identity, and now that he heard that the other party had told the situation in the upper realm, his suspicion had become a reality. He has been in the secret garden all the year round, and the scene in the Spirit Garden can only be glimpsed in the Wuhua Heavenly Treasure Scroll, and since Chu Lan understands it clearly, his identity must not be too low.

Seeing that he was on guard, Chu Lan didn't mean to make a move, he looked at the carriage with a soft gaze: "You are very good to her, I hope it will always be like this in the future." I should also go see Meng Qiong, he is only afraid of trouble now. Then he turned and left.

"Wait a minute," Linghu Feimo stopped him, "I can't find your body on the Wuhua Tianbao, who are you?" ”

"Someone erased my name, and I'm not in your target, I'll see you again," Chu Lan turned around and smiled, "Take care of my sister, don't tell her who I am." ”

Younger sister?

Linghu Feimo was stunned for a while, he only knew that Ye Xinyou's identity was different, but he didn't know that she actually had an older brother......

Last night, Chu Lan had a dream:

There was a sword in front of him, a familiar soft-shell gold sheath, and there were two quaint seal characters on the hilt: Siliu.

It was his matching sword, and it had been with him since he knew it. He wanted to raise his hand to pick it up, but only to see a translucent palm pass through the sword, was he dead?

No, this sword is him, he is a sword spirit derived from the sword body.

It was dark in front of me, but when it lit up again, it was a different scene.

In the dream, he seemed to have a physical appearance, taking the form of a child of seven or eight years old, able to touch the objects around him, feel the fragrance of flowers, and a cat jumped off a low wall behind him.

On the white hair of snow, mixed with orange, light gray, and inky patches, it was an ordinary three-flowered cat, which could be seen everywhere around Ye Yancheng, it was a kind of wild cat, and it would hunt by itself, and it was very easy to raise.

He was watching, but saw the cat speak: "Alone, will you feel bored?" ”

A gentle and pure voice, it should be the same as itself.

Seeing that he didn't speak, the cat stretched out to himself, and said, "Xiao Rou brought back a butterfly from Lethe not long ago, it is a night butterfly that can guide the soul, it is very rare, do you want it?" ”

Shaking his head, he doesn't need anything, it's fine like this now.

"It's really boring, that little butterfly chirps every day, lively and smart, but you are like a stuffy gourd, without a word all day." A blade of grass was blown by the wind somewhere, and the cat instinctively rushed out to chase after it, and after chasing it for a while, it seemed to realize that something was wrong, and trotted all the way back.

"Will you go and be her brother? has a calm temperament, like a good material for being a brother. The cat seemed to be unable to stand still, and after a short while, it raised its hind paw and scratched its neck on the right side.

Brother......

"The little butterfly is very well-behaved, but she talks a little more, she is a little more energetic, and she is a little more delicious, and she can't walk when she sees something beautiful, and there are no other shortcomings," the cat raised her paws again and began to wash her face, "Look, she's there." ”

Following its gaze, there was a young girl playing among the flowers, a cute little face, combed with a simple double bun, fine amethyst tassels hanging from her hair, and a pair of colorful purple butterflies fluttering their wings in her eyes.

..

There was chaos on the Yingge Boat at the moment, Meng Qiong was unconscious in the room of Jiang Shuying, and Jiang Shuying was found in the ice cellar at the bottom of the bilge.

The temperature in the ice cellar was extremely low, and the cold air visible to the naked eye came out of the crystal ice, and Jiang Shuying was lying on an ice platform in the center, her hair half in a bun. She was still beautiful, her brow soothed, her lips smiling, and her face was the same as before, as if she had fallen asleep.

The beauty face is still a beauty face, but the head and limbs are separated from the body, but they are neatly arranged, and only the skeleton and internal organs remain on the torso, but there is no trace of blood around it, as if the torso part has been separated and cleaned and then air-dried.

What's even more bizarre is that under the gaze of everyone at the scene, the body of the beauty that was tragically separated turned into a fish stump of the same size as the human body in an instant......

Later, Chu Lan, who rushed to the painting boat, was still in the room of the Oiran, that is, where Meng Qiong was unconscious, and found that there were traces of the use of Meng Guixiang in the incense burner, and the Oiran Jiang Shuying left this incense in the clothes in the room, and also hid this incense.

In other words, Jiang Shuying, who originally wanted to harm people, was killed instead, which is really ironic.

"Half a month ago, I took on a task of strange fish to disturb the people, according to eyewitnesses, there are strange fish in the branches around Jinyang Lake to commit crimes, and when they go ashore, they turn into human forms and like to suck the blood of young girls, and after several investigations, I found that she was mixed with the boat." Poor Meng Qiong, who was nesting beside Chu Lan, explained, "But who killed her, or that weird way of dying?" ”

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In the palace hanging above the spiritual garden, it is the middle of summer at this moment, there is a messenger in red to step on the stairs leading to the main hall, on the black sandalwood tray, there is a simple white porcelain plate, the edge of the plate is decorated with lifelike green leaf carvings, in the center is the air-dried fish meat that is evenly divided, stacked neatly.

The edge of the porcelain plate was cold, and upon closer inspection, it was revealed that there was still a very thin layer of ice at the bottom of the plate, which had not yet melted. There is a very light cold wine aroma coming out of it, and I want to be drunk when I smell it.