Crab-stuffed oranges are made by stuffing freshly picked oranges with crab roe and meat.
The aroma of orange and the freshness of crab complement each other perfectly, and the presentation resembles the bountiful harvest of autumn.
Chrysanthemum hot pot: clear broth simmers in a white jade hot pot, with snow-white Hangzhou chrysanthemum petals floating on top of it.
Surrounded by slices of fish as thin as cicada wings, tender chicken slices, and seasonal vegetables, the food is elegant and refreshing, subtly reflecting the refined taste of literati.
Seasonal dishes include roasted venison with maple leaves, stewed matsutake mushrooms with bamboo shoots, and chestnut cake with osmanthus fragrance.
There are also various exquisite side dishes, such as amber peach kernels, rouge goose breast, pickled duck tongues, and candied autumn pear slices...
The fine wine is the Golden Dew, a new dew that comes to Fengjing after the start of autumn.
Each family's recipe is slightly different. Songtaoge's wine is served in a warm, celadon wine pot, and the liquid is a pale golden color.
When poured into a glass, the aroma is refreshing, carrying the fragrance of flowers and fruits, with a subtle hint of medicinal herbs.
Smooth on the palate and sweet on the finish, a rare find in this season.
After a few rounds of drinks, the atmosphere gradually warmed up, and the previous tension seemed to quietly disappear.
The conversation inevitably revolved around the differences between the North and the South.
Xiao Yunshuo talked about the vastness of the Shuofeng Grassland, the hospitable and generous herdsmen, and the grand ceremony of worshipping the heavens;
Qin Jingzhan, on the other hand, depicts the gentle beauty of the Jiangnan water towns, the exquisite gardens, and the melodious sounds of silk and bamboo instruments.
The topic then shifted to the renowned scholar Yan Huaichuan.
With reminiscence and reverence, Yan Zhibai recounts how his father ventured alone into the grasslands, living and eating with the Hu people and recording their customs and traditions.
There are also various legendary experiences of traversing the Gobi Desert in the Western Regions and exploring the ruins of ancient kingdoms.
Even though Qin Zhaoyue had other thoughts, a hint of unease flashed in her eyes.
There's certainly a longing and yearning for it, but to truly experience it firsthand...
No, Qin Zhaoyue has a very clear understanding of herself and cannot endure that kind of hardship.
However, it can be enjoyed as a story or a good accompaniment to drinks.
In the midst of their drinking and revelry, Qin Zhaoyue suddenly stood up, as if to reach for the wine jug in the distance.
Unexpectedly, she cried out "Ouch!" and her body went limp and slumped to the side.
Yan Zhibai, who was already quite drunk, instinctively helped him up.
Looking down, he saw that the Sixth Princess's cheeks were flushed, her eyes were unfocused, and her breath caught in her throat. She even forgot to let go.
"No... I can't," Qin Zhaoyue said without any politeness, leaning on his support, her right hand on her forehead, looking weak and unable to hold her liquor.
Her voice was slightly languid and husky, soft and sticky, "The alcohol is kicking in~ I need to go for a walk and get rid of the smell~~"
Seeing this, the Fifth Prince Qin Jingzhan on the opposite side shook his head helplessly.
Sixth Sister is really carefree. Who is she meeting with?
Honestly, she still has to rely on her elder brother, the emperor, to clean up her mess.
Just as he was about to agree to go out with her, his fourth sister suddenly pinched his arm hard under the table.
Ouch...it hurts!
Qin Jingzhan winced in pain, but thankfully didn't cry out. He looked at his side, puzzled.
Qin Zhaoshu didn't even look at him, assuming it wasn't her doing, and smiled slightly, offering a considerate suggestion:
"Sister Zhaoyue is not good at drinking and needs someone to take care of her."
Mr. Yan is a very thoughtful person, so perhaps... we could ask Mr. Yan to keep us company for a moment?
Qin Zhaoshu was convinced that his sixth sister was not as absurd as she appeared on the surface; she was probably quite cunning.
This time, she pretended to be drunk in order to take the opportunity to be alone with Yan Zhibai and extract information, such as the true purpose of the Second Princess of Shuofeng's visit to Fengjing.
Compared to the unassuming Xiao Yunshuo, the seemingly simple and enthusiastic Mr. Yan is indeed a good entry point.
Qin Zhaoyue chuckled inwardly, thinking how capable her fourth sister was, but she maintained a delicate and fragile demeanor on the surface.
Without giving anyone else a chance to speak, she leaned on the table, stood up unsteadily, and made as if to walk out.
"this……"
Yan Zhibai was stunned, unsure whether to sit or follow.
Just as Qin Zhaoyue was about to pass by Yan Zhibai, she suddenly lost her footing and her body slumped towards him again.
"careful!"
Acting faster than thinking, Yan Zhibai helped the drunken sixth princess up again in the next moment.
Qin Zhaoyue raised her hazy, drunken eyes and caught a fleeting glimpse of that handsome and gentle face.
Her long eyelashes fluttered like butterfly wings, and her eyes held a hint of shy charm.
boom!
Yan Zhibai had never seen anything like this before, and his mind was reeling.
Heaven and earth bear witness that, caught off guard, he instinctively reached out his arm when he saw the princess about to fall.
But now... now...
Through the thin fabric, you can clearly feel the warmth and softness of the woman's arm when you touch it.
A delicate fragrance, mixed with the aroma of wine, wafted into my nostrils.
Yan Zhibai felt a buzzing in his head, and his blood rushed to his cheeks and ears!
He seemed to have been burned; he wanted to pull his hand away but dared not, his whole body stiffened on the spot, his handsome face turning bright red.
Like a boiled shrimp, even its breathing became rapid.
Two blushes spread from her cheeks to her neck, standing out prominently in the lamplight.
"I'm so... sorry..."
Qin Zhaoyue seemed to realize her lapse in composure only then. Her voice was soft and sweet, filled with a strong sense of intoxication, but inside she was overjoyed.
I thought he was a frail scholar, and I controlled my strength when I fell, so the other person caught me very steadily.
When I touched his biceps and triceps, they were surprisingly bulging!
Yes, Yan Zhibai inherited his father's will and traveled to many places since he was a child.
During our conversation, he mentioned knowing some swordsmanship. Although he's not a martial artist, it seems he's practiced quite a bit.
She looks slim in clothes but has a muscular physique underneath; the little voice inside Qin Zhaoyue almost screamed out loud:
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