Since the beginning of the summer, Gongsun Wuji has only felt that the entire Shadow Bamboo Zhai, plus the bamboo forest that is close to the peacock, is filled with a faint but mellow and rich, refreshing aroma of wine that tickles all the 360,000 pores of his body.

He even ignored his image, and searched around like a hound, but found nothing.

Gongsun Wuji, who is puzzled, is itchy and unbearable, and even in his dreams, there is the ubiquitous aroma of wine, which can be smelled but not obtained, which is very tormenting.

This year's autumn tiger is very powerful, and now that the Mid-Autumn Festival has passed, the weather is still very hot. The sad grandson Wuji, up and down, only wore a pair of torn pants that could only cover his shame. In the bamboo forest next to Yingzhuzhai, there is no image lying on a bamboo couch, shaking a pu fan, looking at the sky vertically, bright and sad, feeling the faint fragrance of wine in the bamboo forest, salivating.

Gongsun Wuji was infinitely sad and thought about philosophical questions, where did he offend his wife? So much so that his wife wanted to torture him like this? In what way should he regain the favor of his wife?

Gongsun Wuji is quite self-aware, knowing that he looks ugly, Jintong is generally strict with ugly people, how can this be good? His parents are also desperate!

Could it be that let him ignore his conscience and give Cen Yixiao, the head of the seven sons of Shangjing and the "son of Linxian" in the "Demon Immortals" in Shangjing, to find a way to hide people's eyes and ears and give Jintong to Jintong in front of him? Thinking about it this way, it's a feasible way!

Thinking about life, more than a dozen slaves carried a long carbon furnace, as if they couldn't see the existence of Gongsun Wuji, and were busy in the bamboo forest pavilion. Set up the charcoal stove, light the wormwood, smoke the pavilion carefully a few times, and then move a few large vats of ice cubes around, the bamboo forest with a gentle breeze is getting cooler and cooler.

Next, a few maids took more than a dozen food boxes, and the aroma of food came, and Gongsun Wuji couldn't help but swallow his saliva.

Wu An came to Gongsun Wuji with his legs on crutches, and said, "Mr. Gongsun, the seventh master and his wife will come to accompany you for dinner later." ”

Uncle Gongsun calmly closed his chin slightly, indicating that he knew.

Wu An knew that Gongsun Wuji had always been arrogant and indifferent, so he didn't say much, and bowed his hand again, so he went back.

The arrogant and indifferent Gongsun Wuji, shaking the pu fan, swaggered back to Yingzhuzhai. After obediently washing away his stinky sweat, he changed into a set of Sven robes, tied his loose hair into a neat bun, and tidied up his messy beard, and was afraid that there would be a bad taste in his mouth to smoke Jintong, so he turned out a few pieces of tea and put them in his mouth, and then respectfully waited for Zheng Qiyan and his wife in the pavilion.

When I arrived at the pavilion, I saw that the ten guards under Jintong, under the leadership of Zhang He, were chopping and chopping in the bamboo forest, and dozens of bamboos were piled up on the side of the pavilion. But seeing that Jintong was waiting to enjoy it next to him, Gongsun Wuji was cowardly. It must be this bamboo that is in the way of Madame's eyes, and it should be split, and it should be all chopped off.

Zhang He took more than a dozen small servants to erect the cut bamboo, carefully sawing it one section at a time, and about three sections of a bamboo were filled with wine, and the wine flavor of the whole bamboo forest became more and more intense.

Gongsun Wuji was drooling next to him, so he almost didn't grab it, glanced at Jintong, but didn't dare.

Every time Zhang He and the others sawed open a bamboo knot with wine, they poured the wine into another prepared bamboo tube and packed it.

Zheng Qiyan didn't expect this "bamboo leaf green" to be brewed like this, and he took a bamboo to study it with great interest. Originally, he thought that his little wife still fell in love with Cen Yixiao's criminal minister who was born in the land of fireworks, but later Jintong explained to him in detail, and he was relieved on the surface.

Although Zheng Qiyan still has a little dislike for Cen Yixiao, considering that this guy is also Jintong's shadow, the spring rain moistens things and does things for Jintong silently.

For example, this Zhu Yeqing, with his identity as the head of the seven sons of Beijing, has a strong role in fueling the troubles, and he will definitely be able to help Jintong make a lot of money again. Considering that his little wife loves the real money and silver of those yellow and white flowers, Zheng Qiyan decided to endure it, let Cen Yixiao go, and don't trouble him.

In the pavilion at the back, the four maids of Yan Hong, Qiao Green, Cui Jue, and Red Jade barbecued food with their hands and feet, and the aroma of wine mixed with the aroma of meat.

What made him even more mad was that Qiao Lu actually took the lead in roasting a few slices of tender, juicy and bloody venison for the brocade flatbread and snowflake velvet to taste first, and poor Gongsun Wuji was about to cry. But Madame didn't speak, he didn't dare to make a mistake, offended Madame again, and he couldn't afford the consequences!

"It's very hot, this genuine bamboo leaf is green and spicy, it's not suitable for drinking now, go to the warehouse, and let Mama Jiang enter a good amount." Jintong confessed to Zhang He.

Zhang He and more than a dozen family members and fifty bamboo tubes formed a basket, and after loading a basket, he quickly carried it away.

"Yes, yes!" Gongsun Wuji couldn't help it, jumped out to stop it, and said with a flattering smile on his face: "Madam, good wine is suitable for drinking at any time!" Besides, you look at the bamboo forest is very cool, the wind blows the sound of bamboo leaves, such a beautiful scenery, when floating a big white~~~~"

"Did I talk to you?" Jintong asked sincerely, and Gongsun Wuji was dumbfounded and speechless.

"Tongtong, respect the old and love the young, let's not worry about Mr. Gongsun." Zheng Qiyan played a round game, personally took a bamboo tube of wine, and handed it to Gongsun Wuji with both hands. These days, he is busy pretending to be sick to accompany Jintong, and he has greatly snubbed Mr. Gongsun, and Zheng Qiyan hurriedly remedied it.

Gongsun Wuji's self-esteem was greatly satisfied, and he muttered: "A good wine is named a poisonous snake." ”

"If you have the ability, you can say it again!"

Gongsun Wuji took a sip of wine and resumed a flattering smile: "Bamboo leaf green is really a fairy wine!" ”

"Isn't it the name of a viper?"

"A good man is not limited to his background, and a good wine is not limited to his name! This wine is named horse urine, and the old man also drinks it! ”

"Is Mrs. Ben so uneducated?"

"The lady is eight buckets high, and the old man is like the light of fireflies looking up at the bright moon, and I admire it very much!"

Zheng Qiyan has never seen Gongsun Wuji who bends his waist for a sip of wine like this, and he really admires his little wife. He and Gongsun Wuji were half-teachers and half-friends, and quickly took a piece of fragrant venison and handed it to him, so as to plug his mouth.

Jintong was just angry that Gongsun Wuji wanted to pull her into the water in everything, so he grabbed Gongsun Wuji's gluttonous character and deliberately coveted him with his appetite. A foodie, smelling the aroma of food but not being able to eat it in his mouth, how frustrating is this? Gongsun Lao'er smelled the wine for half a year but couldn't taste it, and its pain was simply impossible to express in words.

Zhang He filled 800 cylinders of wine and put the rest into a large jar. Gongsun Wuji drank the hundreds of cylinders in his hand, and his eyes were worried about the hundreds of cylinders for a long time, and Jintong finally opened his conscience: "This big jar of wine is left here, and the rest of the packed ones are left, and the ninety-nine cylinders are left, and the ninety cylinders are taken to Yingmo Zhai, let the seventh master watch the distribution, and the other nine cylinders will go to Yingzhu Zhai." ”

"Madame is wise!" Gongsun Wuji was satisfied.

Several people continued to eat barbecue, and Wu An sweated profusely and ran to destroy: "Seventh Master, madam, the Jian'an Hou Mansion said that Mrs. Zhen fell down, it was very serious, and it is estimated that it will be dying." ”

Zheng Qiyan and his wife were shocked, threw down the two cats to accompany Gongsun Wuji to continue to feast, and hurried to Jian'an Hou's Mansion.