Drifting back to the snow light, Yanran sent the dragon frightened.

The willow is weak after the small hanging hand, and the clouds are about to be born when the slanted skirt is swaying.

The moth is slightly overwhelmed, and the wind sleeves are low and affectionate.

Shangyuan dotted the calyx green, and the queen mother waved goodbye Feiqiong.

After three rounds of tea, just when Wang Donghua didn't know what to say, he saw Ren Xing gently slap his palm, and from the screen behind him, a team of graceful women wearing light veils walked out.

And the leader Huo Ran is Diao Chan who left after boiling tea, I saw that at this moment Diao Chan has a light yarn on his face, wearing a brocade gauze skirt, and the brocade color dress in the gauze skirt is faintly visible, although this dress is not exposed, but it is very sexy.

Zhongmei walked in broken steps, came to the center of heaven, and under the leadership of Diao Chan, he first saluted in the direction of Wang Donghua.

At this moment, there was a pleasant sound of music from the side room of the hall.

First of all, the bronze chime is simple and melodious, and when Diao Chan and the women's volleyball team open the formation, a melodious guqin music comes slowly like a girl's whisper.

Light yarn dance, light waist constantly twisted. "Flying clouds and rain, like an orchid and emerald, like a swimming dragon. The state cannot be poor, and the complicated posture is bent to the end. The low back lotus breaks the waves, messy as the snow wind".

The choreography of the Han Dynasty is indeed very beautiful, although it is not as revealing as the dancers of the Tang Dynasty, but the light gauze dance, the sudden appearance of the lotus root arm is more pleasing to the eye.

Wang Donghua, a modern person, has never had such a enjoyment, although he can't understand what these dances represent, but such a beautiful dance posture directly makes Wang Donghua not know what words to use to express the praise in his heart at this moment.

Although the choreography time is a bit long, Diao Chan and others danced for half an hour, but Wang Donghua did not have any boredom at the moment, when the music stopped, Zhongmei stopped dancing, Wang Donghua still had a feeling of unfinished.

"The slave family is not good at learning, so Mr. smiled, and the slave family dared to ask Mr. to give him a poem."

Diao Chan, who finished dancing, did not return to the screen with the women, but moved lightly and came to Wang Donghua's front to give a salute, and put forward a request for Wang Donghua to write poems.

Wang Donghua, who was unprepared, was directly stunned, but just when Ren Xing was about to stop his daughter's bold move, Wang Donghua's heart was like lightning, and a poem from the Internet blurted out.

"Plain skin white wins snow, Xiaolai Yuli Yao Pond. Slim green cover, Ying Ying Sujing, when the makeup is clean. Too liquid waves, neon clothes dance, broken soul flow. Desire to summon the Limbo fairy. Flat boat, vast waves. I only looked back, the light yarn was half-covered, and Mingxuan fell ......"

Of course, there were some slight changes and deletions in order to meet the occasion, but listening to it in everyone's ears at the moment is like watching the dance just now.

"What a beautiful verse, Mr. is really talented, Diao Chan thank you." Carefully re-chanted the poem, and the beautiful eyes of Diao Chan were already full of admiration.

"Miss Ren praised it falsely, this is actually a popular poem in my hometown, not written by me."

Piracy is shameful, and Wang Donghua doesn't want to take someone else's work for himself, although there is no infringement here.

Wang Donghua's words Diao Chan really didn't believe it, at this moment in her eyes, Wang Donghua is a talented poet, although her father had quietly told her Wang Donghua's identity just now, but this little girl's heart prefers Wang Donghua's literary side.

"Hahaha, Xianjun is really from the upper realm, the literary brilliance of this poem is only available in the fairy world, Ren is really fortunate to have three lives, today I can hear the fairy sound, when the floating white!"

Ren Xing is a great literati who has been Sima, and Wang Donghua's novel poem also makes his eyes shine, and he is even more flattering when he is old and sophisticated.

And what no one saw was that at this moment, Lu Bu couldn't help but feel lonely when he saw Diao Chan's eyes on Wang Donghua.

Of course, he was just lonely, because he didn't dare to have any jealousy and hatred for Wang Donghua, not only Wang Donghua was Dong Zhuo's guest, but more importantly, he admired Wang Donghua's "literary talent" even more.

This time, it was almost dusk at this moment, Ren Xing had already prepared the banquet, and at his signal, a group of maidservants came to the front of everyone with dark red lacquer plates.

The high-end tableware of the Han Dynasty was mainly lacquerware, and the banquet method of the Han Dynasty was still divided into seats.

The cuisines of this era are not as rich as those of later generations, but at this moment Wang Donghua smells the fragrance of these dishes.

The maid put in front of Wang Donghua is first a bowl-shaped ear cup, which is an oval wine set with ears, the dark red cup wall is painted with gold thread with gorgeous patterns, the red in the bowl is more vivid, when the maid pours the transparent wine into the ear cup, smelling the faint aroma of wine, Wang Donghua's heart can't help but move.

It turned out that in Wang Donghua's heart, he always thought that the wine of the Han Dynasty was mainly brewed rice wine, but he didn't expect to see the wine that was obviously distilled at this moment, and he didn't know if it was a change in the history of this time and space, or a mistake in the original historical record, anyway, if he wanted to borrow distillation technology, the possibility of making a fortune in this era was gone.

The servant girl held the wine in a gilded bronze vessel, which was a pot-shaped vessel, looking at the round spout, Wang Donghua finally knew why the shape of the wine utensils like a big bowl was used in this era, because in this way it was convenient to pour.

After the maidservants poured the wine, Ren Xing first raised his glass and saluted:

"Today, Donghua Xianjun is fortunate to come to the cold house, so that Ren will shine on the wall, and here Ren will drink first as a tribute to express his gratitude!"

"Lord Ren is really polite, Lord Ren's banquet today is an eye-opener for Donghua, thank you should be me, please!"

Seeing Ren Xing's actions, Wang Donghua hurriedly learned what it looked like in the TV series, holding the ear cup with both hands and raising a glass in return.

For a while, the cup was changed in the living room, needless to say, it was said that the distilled liquor of the Han Dynasty was estimated to be a poor distillation technique, so the degree was not very high.

Although Wang Donghua is a high school student, he was born in the countryside after all, although the amount of alcohol is not very large, but the degree of this distilled liquor is of course not comparable to the high alcohol of later generations, so Wang Donghua drank it with Ren Xing without reservation.

Although this Ren Xing is a scribe, the amount of alcohol is not small, and after drinking three glasses with Wang Donghua, he turned his head and pushed the cup with Lu Bu again.

Just when Wang Donghua breathed a sigh of relief, he didn't want Diao Chan to come out of the back hall at this time, and came to Wang Donghua with a delicate wine utensil in his hand.

"Sir, today not only to be rescued, but also to get Mr. unsparing teaching, the slave family is really grateful, this wine is the slave family when he was six years old personally brewed, at this time special dedication to Mr., hope Mr. will not give up!"

What else can Wang Donghua say, he can only take the delicate wine utensils from Diao Chan's hands, look at the dark red wine in the wine utensils, smell the sweet aroma in his heart, Wang Donghua said thank you and drank it all.

Not to mention that Wang Donghua praised it in his heart after drinking the wine, he said that Ren Xing, who was pushing the cup with Lu Bu, saw the red wine offered by his beloved daughter, and his face changed slightly.

The reason why Ren Xing is like this is because there are reasons that Wang Donghua doesn't know.

In the customs of this era, the cup of red wine in Diao Chan's hand is called "Yujie", to put it bluntly, girls make this wine to dedicate to their future husbands, at this moment Diao Chan's actions, of course Ren Xing is clear, but when he thought of Wang Donghua's identity, he was relieved, and he was very happy to see Wang Donghua take this wine and drink it.

Lu Bu on the side heard Diao Chan's words, of course, he was also clear, and he couldn't help but feel sad in his heart, but thinking about his identity and Wang Donghua's identity, he could only swallow this emotion, but the wine in his mouth was like bitter medicine.

And Wang Donghua, the person concerned, didn't know all this at all, but wondered why after drinking this bowl of wine, the Diao Chan's cheeks were red, and he turned his head shyly and left.