Is this pot really poisonous?

Is the poison in this wine really poisoning the dead?

If it is not poisonous, why do you want to use this method. Anyway, in my opinion, most of this pot of wine is not poisonous, but if I drink this pot of wine and die, wouldn't it be too child's play, so I can't say anything more.

Anyway, whether the wine is poisonous or not, it has to be treated as poisonous.

Since the shopkeeper's Jiao Cangma went to see her after drinking, it means that even if he is poisoned, he will not be able to die for a while.

Or, the shopkeeper has an antidote in his hand and uses it to coerce Cangma to do something he doesn't want to do.

If so, then the wine is undrinkable, and it is terrible for a man to fall into the hands of a woman and be at her mercy.

Who is this shopkeeper?

Cangma has been walking the rivers and lakes for more than 20 years, and he has met many women, and there are many women who want him to die.

If he drank this pot of wine to see a woman, he would not drink it. Even if there is no poison in the wine, he will not drink it, after all, women are trouble, and it is not worth it to get into trouble for a pot of wine.

Or maybe that woman was testing his courage? Because what a woman likes to see most is that a man dares to die for him, especially a strange man, not to mention that this man is a vicissitude.

Face? With a man's face, under so many pairs of eyes, is he willing to be a ghost who is afraid of death? If Cangma really died, would he die for a pot of wine, or for a woman? He was afraid that he would not be able to figure it out, and if he really died in such a daze, it would be too unjust.

Now, he holds the flask and gently lifts the lid off with his thumb.

"Jingle bell", the lid of the pot fell on the table and turned around, as if a little finger kept drawing circles on people's hearts, strange itching.

This wine is so fragrant.

The shopkeeper took a sip, and the whole person couldn't help but shudder, and his soul was about to shake out.

It would be a waste to poison such a good wine. For a lover of alcohol, this is cruel than cutting off one of his fingers.

"Incense?"

The shopkeeper nodded desperately.

Cangma poured a full cup: "Drink?"

The shopkeeper shook his head desperately, but he saw with his own eyes that he had poisoned it.

"Shhh......hhh

Qin Shaochong just wanted to make a move to stop it, but he couldn't stop it, he didn't expect Cangma to really drink it!

"If this pot of wine has to poison one person to give up, it should be me. ”

Stupid, stupid, this man must be a madman, only a madman would say such a thing.

The taste of this wine is very mellow, at least it has been cellared for at least 30 years, and it is impossible for 30 years of aging without a story, Cangma has already tasted the story hidden in the wine.

Huadiao wine, no wonder it is Huadiao wine, the daughter of Shaoxing is red.

The man who made this jar of wine is dead, and he is an old man of Cangma.

Sixteen years ago, this jar of wine was placed in front of him, because it was his daughter Hong, so he didn't drink it, and he didn't want to teach him to run into it today.

Daughter Hong, is the year when the daughter was born, her father brewed it and buried it in the ground, waiting for the day when the daughter came out of the cabinet as a dowry. In other words, whoever drinks this jar of wine will have to marry the daughter of the family.

Unexpectedly, this daughter had waited for him for sixteen years.

He looked around, no wonder he felt that the furnishings here were somewhat familiar, and it must have taken a lot of effort to run the original tavern to such a scale in sixteen years.

He understood why this inn had such strange rules.

If you want to drink, you have to stay in a hotel, and if you want to stay in a hotel, you have to drink.

He understood why the jar was wrapped in a red cloth when it was brought back, because she didn't want him to recognize it.

She knew that he would definitely pass through here when he traveled all his life, and she knew that he loved wine, and once he met such an inn, he would definitely live in it.

So she's been waiting here, waiting......

If he doesn't come, she'll wait until he comes......

That's the story in this glass.

"Wine is non-toxic. Cangma poured himself another glass, he said this just to teach others to rest assured, he himself didn't know if there was poison in this wine, maybe it hadn't happened yet.

He drank slowly, he had rarely drunk from such a small cup, but the wine had to be drunk carefully to taste the flavor.

He had waited for someone, and he knew how painful it was to wait for someone, and that woman who had waited for him for sixteen years was probably even more painful than him. In the past sixteen years, she must have put all her efforts into making wine, which is why she has made such a good wine, and her craftsmanship has far surpassed that of his father.

This jar of daughter red is indeed inferior to the previous bowl of Huadiao in terms of brewing techniques, but because of the precipitation of time, the taste is deeper and the fragrance is stronger.

He didn't really owe her anything, but as soon as he drank the jug, he felt that he owed her a lot.

No matter how good the wine is, its value can only be realized when it enters the mouth of someone who knows how to taste it. A person's feelings, only when he meets someone who can understand him, can he live up to the true meaning.

Therefore, the wine needs to be cellared, and the feelings need to wait. Not all waits have a destination, but every waiting hopes to get a destination.

Cangma has changed, and perhaps he himself has not noticed this change.

In the long torment of loneliness, it is difficult for a person not to change, when there is no longer hope for love, and all the persistence and hard work become ridiculously stubborn, this person will become sentimental.

He sympathized with himself, and he sympathized with others who had the same experience as him, and that woman had such a thing because of him.

That's why he feels indebted.

Before he knew it, the wine was finished, and Cangma got up and said, "Take me to her." ”

The shopkeeper only led him to the end of the stairs, and then pointed to the corridor: "Turn right and go to the end, the room with daffodils at the door is it." ”

Although the road was not long, it was enough for him to think about many things, but when he came to the door, he had not had time to sort out his expression.

The flowers are blooming, but not very bright, the white petals are no longer so compact, and the pale yellow stamens are a little loose, which means that they are about to wither.

Cangma bent his finger and knocked on the door.

No response.

Pushing the door open, the woman was sitting upright on the bed, her hands folded. She was wearing a red wedding dress and a bright red hijab on her head.

She didn't say a word.

Because women are always shy, no matter how spicy a woman is, there are times when she is shy, especially on the day she becomes a bride. That's why it's important to put on a red hijab, so that the woman's face doesn't look so red.

Since she wore a red hijab, her mind was very clear, so she naturally didn't have to say anything, now she just had to see what Cangma would do.

The scene in front of him was already very familiar to Cangma, because he often dreamed of this scene in his dreams, and until now he still had an illusion, he always felt that the person under the hijab was Ji Wanying.

But obviously she is not, everyone knows that Ji Wanying cannot appear here.

He pulled out his chair and sat down.

The rest of the jar was on the table, and he grabbed the jar and his hands trembled violently. This hand is usually very steady, especially when holding a sword, so it should also be steady when pouring wine.

But now the hand was shaking, for his heart was in turmoil.

The wine spilled and trickled down the table, "clicking" down the floor. The voice was very small, but neither of them spoke, only the sound of the wine dripping on the floor, so it seemed very harsh.

Probably because of hearing this sound, the woman's hand suddenly clenched tightly, and the bracelets on her hand touched together and made a "ding" sound.

Cangma drank the wine from the bowl and placed the empty bowl on the table.

What he was going to do, he didn't know in his heart, what he could do but drink, he couldn't sit here. He was furious and nervous, and he always felt that she could see him.

To make himself appear to have something to do, he poured another bowl of wine.

So, bowl after bowl.

Finally, not a drop of wine could be poured into the jar, and now it was time for him to make a decision.

But he still didn't do anything.

"You're going to die, there's poison in this wine, and you won't survive tonight. "The meaning of a woman is very clear, and a man will understand it.

Just lift her hijab and she's yours.

But Cangma is still indifferent, since he drank other people's daughter red and didn't do anything, it really doesn't make sense. Therefore, if he is poisoned tonight, he will not complain to others.

"Why?" the woman ripped off her red hijab, tears welling up in her eyes, but she didn't let the tears fall.

She asked with red eyes, "Why, am I so unworthy of your love?"

"It's not. ”

"Then why did you drink all my wine?"

"Because I ......" his voice suddenly stopped, and he realized that the words in this world were really difficult to say. Because what he wants to say is really numb, and even if he feels numb, how can he say it.

He has a bright and upright life, and if you want to teach him to suddenly say such a sensual thing, how can he say it easily, he will only feel hypocritical even to himself.

"Because of what?"

"Because I ...... so much"

"You really don't want to marry me, do you?" she took off the phoenix crown on her head, and the green silk on her head was scattered like a waterfall. "I, Liao Xiaoyun, really don't deserve you, right?"

She lifted her head, tossed her hair back to the back of her head, and then neatly coiled it up. She sneered and took all the tears from her eyes. She was a neat woman, otherwise she wouldn't have run an inn so neatly.

She rolled up her sleeves, took off her jewelry one by one, and threw it on the bed. Even without the support of these jewelry, she is still a very beautiful woman. There is a different kind of beauty in her, her appearance is thin but not mean, her facial features are beautiful but not seductive, and her temperament is not noble but not vulgar.

She is a strange woman who can be seen in the world, but is rare.

So it's no wonder that so many men adore her, because she never exudes that kind of delicacy in her, she is like the daffodil, she doesn't have to bloom in a delicate pot, she can bloom in the dirt, but she never sticks it in cow dung.