"Cheng Zhijie doesn't get rid of the mystery!"

When Cheng Yaojin was scolded, the civil servants naturally disliked it. Seeing that Old Cheng was fiddling with those cups, Wang Gui couldn't sit still. "You are a vulgar person, what a joke to talk about drinking!"

Immediately someone echoed: "Haha, I'm afraid I'm just talking nonsense."

"You guys know nothing!"

Cheng Yaojin took a look, muttered, and still fiddled with the wine glass with concern.

According to Cheng Yaojin's personality, it is easy to scold people at this time, and maybe they can even fist and kick together. How could this look be like today? It's puzzling.

Qin Qiong couldn't help it and asked, "Zhijie, what are you doing?"

"Don't be anxious, don't be anxious, it will be clear in a while. Let these local buns see what drinking is the way to drink." As he said that, Cheng Yaojin glanced at Wang Gui, not being more obvious.

Wang Gui was about to speak out and scold him angrily.

Lao Cheng arranged the wine glasses one by one, picked up a moonlight cup, and poured a glass of grape wine, "You can drink like this, and you can be called an elegant man."

"The luminous cup of grape wine, and you want to drink the pipa immediately. You must use the luminous cup to drink this grape wine! The bright red color of this wine is not enough. After it is filled with the moonlight cup, the color of the wine is the same as the blood. Drinking alcohol is like drinking blood. It is said: "I am determined to eat the meat of the barbarians, and laugh at the thirst and drink the blood of the Huns."

Cheng Yaojin said while shaking the moonlight cup. Under the light, the wine in the amber cup became a charming color, making people feel relaxed.

After saying that, he raised his head and drank the glass. The red wine from the corner of his mouth flowed down, and he wiped it off casually, "Haha, please feel free!"

Gudong!

All the futures swallowed a saliva and remembered the angrily sword and horse on the battlefield in the past.

"What a mighty! What ambition, I am hungry and eating the meat of the barbarians, laughing and drinking the blood of the Huns!" On the spot, many generals with both civil and military patted the table and shouted loudly.

"Haha, this is how my men!"

Like Yuchi Gong, who knows nothing about literary talent, also makes a fuss. He mainly thinks that he is greedy.

"Zhijie said this well, it should be revealed!"

Li Shimin was also a little fascinated. He recalled the past years in his eyes, picked up the golden title and drank a cup with the ministers.

There was nothing to say among the civil servants. Two lines of poetry shocked the whole process. During the scene, many civil servants had been on the battlefield and were very proud.

But everything is not over yet, Cheng Yaojin continued, "If this Fenjiu should be drunk with a jade bowl..."

As he said that, he picked up a jade bowl on the table and poured himself a bowl of wine, "There is a poem that says: 'The jade bowl contains amber light'..." As he spoke, he looked down at his palm.

Of course, no one paid much attention to this small detail.

"Along with the other side of the pass, Sanleju, the wine tastes good, but it's a pity that it lacks the aromatic atmosphere. It's best to drink it with a rhino horn cup..." He really found a rhino horn cup and drank a full cup.

"Pear Blossom Wine..."

Cheng Yaojin commented on several kinds of wine in a row. The civil and military ministers in the hall were stunned and stared at the old Cheng in the hall.

Slowly, Fang Yiai discovered something unusual. Old Cheng often turned his hand to look at Cheng Chumo and his brothers. The three of them looked at each other, and their smiles were extremely awkward.

It seems that everyone has come to a place.

Fang Yiai was speechless for a while. Cheng Yaojin robbed this statement to show off. He didn't recite it all, but he relied on small frying to read it!

He lowered his head and held his forehead, staring at the dishes on the table, not daring to look up, for fear that he would burst out laughing.

"Daughter is red..." Lao Cheng continued to say in the hall.

"Fang Er, what's wrong with you, Chou Niu? Uncle Cheng's article on wine is really exciting..." Seeing that the three of them were like ostrichs, Changsun Chong asked in confusion.

“It’s really wonderful.”

Fang Yiai's mouth twitched, she held back her laughter, and answered in an ambiguous way that the performance he said, "If you want to be a little Oscar for later generations, you will definitely win an Oscar."

Li Tai also looked at the three of them, and always felt something was wrong, but he couldn't guess it.

"Okay! Zhijie is worthy of a good drinker, and he knows a lot about drinking!"

"Haha, this article is just right about wine!"

Li Shimin also clapped his hands and responded, admiring the syllabus wine. He looked down at the Golden Jue in his hand. Compared with Cheng Yaojin's wine glass on the table, he looked much inferior and felt embarrassed to hold it up for a moment.

There was a mess in the hall, and some people who were close to Cheng Yaojin would come over and ask, "Where did Zhijie hear it?"

My old man has been there for so many years, and everyone knows in his heart who Cheng Yaojin is, that this is not something he can say. If he has this ability, with his personality, how could he say it until now?

"Why, I can't help but feel it?"

Seeing the expressions of the generals and no one believed Lao Cheng's words, Hou Junji said curiously: "Zhijie, there is no need for us brothers to hide it. Who is Fang Yingjie? I'll recommend it."

"I dare to ask, who is the saying that comes from?"

Wenchen was first surprised by the content, and at this time he also traced the root of it.

"Of course I said it."

"This syllabus wine is quite good! But the only drawback is that... I have never heard of several of the poems." Although it is only one or two of them, the quality of several poems can be heard, which is of course very attractive to a group of literati.

"You won't say it, you wrote this poem, right?" Wang Gui mocked him and avenged the revenge he had just now.

In the corner, Fang Yiai's heart burst into tears and thought, "I won't be exposed, right?" He also remembered that several poems were written after Zhenguan. He was just pretending and neglected...

Cheng Yaojin was also stunned at this time. Although he had read books, he was not interested in poetry and songs, and had never checked them before. I wonder how many new poems he was!

He thought to himself: "I had known it, I would have let Fang Boy write the poem." He had excellent acting skills and did not look at Fang Yiai.

Fortunately, Lao Cheng was very thick-skinned and he was also aroused, "That's natural."

"you……"

Wang Gui was so angry that he almost passed away and his temper also rose, "Okay! Since it was written by you, I will complete a few remaining poems."

"I was inspired like a diaper at that time, so I made it casually. Now I have no inspiration..."

The two of them were tense and stared at each other. Old Cheng was not afraid at all. I was just thick-skinned. What can you do to me? No, I still have fists.

Anyway, he is not a literati, and he is concerned about reputation and copying poems, which is nothing at all. He usually relies on robbing.

Hearing the ministers discussing the poems, Changsun Chong suddenly moved his heart and looked at Fang Yiai next to him.

Fang Yiai is not in his seat.

At some point, he had already run to the center of the hall, and was holding a big jar of wine in his arms, "Uncles and uncles, this is the wine from the winery, I hope everyone will give you some advice."

Bang!

As he said that, he placed the wine jar on the ground.
Chapter completed!