Chapter 292 is now the second chapter.
"This..." Song Zhuo lowered his eyes to look at the object in his hand, and even he couldn't help but frown, "This is... Xiaoxue wine."
Chen Zhizhi walked around Song Zhuo curiously, looking at him again and again, looking at him again and again.
"Xiaoxue wine? When did you brew it? Why have I never heard you mention it?"
Isn't it still a few days away from the first snow?
"This wine is not brewed by me, but..."
His eyes shifted back and forth between Wen Yu and Tai Hao, Song Zhuo hesitated on how to start the conversation.
"But in the past—"
After thinking it over and over again, Song Zhuo couldn't say anything when facing Taihao's face.
Except for Song Yu, everyone present looked confused and waited for Song Zhuo's next words with a mixture of curiosity and curiosity.
Although others didn't understand, Wen Yu understood what he meant.
After all, what he held in his arms was none other than——
"Song Linsheng and I brewed Xiaoxue wine together in the past."
Wen Yu's voice was extremely soft, as if she was saying something insignificant, but it sounded like thunder in everyone's ears.
Suddenly, all the younger generations, led by Chen Zhizhi, were speechless, and finally understood why Song Zhuo was hesitant just now.
But seeing Wen Yu's indifferent expression, even Chen Zhizhi couldn't guess what she was thinking, and for a moment he didn't dare to speak carelessly.
Only Yu Chang, in the silence of the surroundings, caught Wen Yu's hidden turmoil and self-paralysis.
For hundreds of years, she...did not dare to forget it for a single moment.
Sometimes he wondered, what if it was him who left? Would Wen Yu miss Song Linsheng the same way?
Will it?
Wen Yu, oblivious to everything around her, just quietly looked at the jar of Xiaoxue wine in Song Zhuo's arms, and after a moment, cast her gaze out the window -
It was also a winter day with snow falling on white tiles and hot water boiling red...
But at that time, those sitting here included Xiyan, Azhu, Abai, and...Song Linsheng.
Xiyan set up a stove in the corridor to bake rice cakes and fruit cakes and boil grapefruit tea. Azhu used a basket to catch birds in the yard, Abai used a porcelain bottle to collect water from the branches, and she and Song Linsheng had a snowball fight.
They made a fuss for most of the day until Mu Tong drove over and invited them to go to the Wu family's house in Linyuankou to eat the pig-killing meal. Before leaving, she and Song Linsheng hurriedly buried the hard-earned jar of Xiaoxue wine under a tree.
Wen Yu smiled for no apparent reason. She suddenly realized that she had a good memory. After more than a hundred years, she could still remember the color of Song Linsheng's clothes that day.
It is very similar to the moon-white attire worn by Emperor Taihao in front of him.
Wen Yu's thoughts were interrupted as his eyes fixed, and he broke free from the memories of the past and returned to the present moment.
Following her gaze, Song Zhuo and others all looked at this unfamiliar guest.
Chen Zhizhi was the first to think of something, and he kept stopping Wen Liangyi from making any sound, fearing that he would say something earth-shattering again.
Although Wen Liangyi was careless in small matters, he was absolutely reliable in big matters. He just signaled Song Zhuo with his eyes, wanting him to think of a solution quickly.
Since Song Zhuo started this matter, he should finish it.
Song Zhuo frowned slightly, obviously understanding what Wen Liangyi meant.
When mentioning his Song family ancestor Song Linsheng, everyone can't help but think of Tai Hao in front of them.
Especially when faced with the identical facial features and temperament, not to mention others, even he himself felt inexplicably restrained.
They were clearly two completely unrelated people, but when he spoke to Taihao, he had to choose his words carefully, otherwise it would seem like he was being disrespectful. He felt strange and embarrassed.
Song Zhuo glanced at his brother dimly, but saw that he was sitting upright with no reaction.
During the day at Houchun Mountain, he told his brother everything that had happened before.
However, the brother not only did not mind that this person appeared in the cemetery for no reason, took away the burial objects, and caused the ancestor's soul to dissipate, but he also felt that the resemblance between the two was due to some kind of chance, and even invited him to be a guest at home.
Looking back now, it really is... it's really like shooting oneself in the foot. It's all one's own fault.
This man was the same. He clearly didn't respond at the time, and I thought he was silently refusing. But at dusk, before the banquet started, he showed up on time.
Seeing the shock on his aunt's face, he wanted to throw his brother back to Shangdu overnight.
My brother is a man of great achievements and active in government, so how could he do something so unworldly?
It's really strange.
"This wine was dug out by Zhuo in the yard." Song Yu seemed to notice his brother's condition and came to his rescue with a smile.
With his brother's help, Song Zhuo felt more at ease. "Originally, there were a few jars in Xianchun Xiaozhu, but I brought people to search everywhere and couldn't find them."
Wen Yu nodded slightly. The loquat wine from Xianchun Xiaozhu had already entered the stomach of the little immortal master, so naturally it could not be found.
"Fortunately, I have been keeping this jar of Xiaoxue wine in Guanwuyuan well protected."
Song Zhuo held the wine jar in his arms and brought it to Wen Yu for her to take a look.
In an instant, a cold fragrance hit my face.
Wen Yu was a little dazed as her eyelashes trembled, and even her hand that was pulling out the cork stopped in mid-air.
Xiaoxue wine, is this what it tastes like?
She seemed to see Song Linsheng burying the wine jar under the camphor tree that day while answering her question: "Loquat wine is sweet, and Xiaoxue wine is cool. You'll know when you taste it yourself next year."
"Then I'll have to trouble Master Song to dig out the wine." She hurriedly covered it with soil and took the opportunity to scratch the tip of Song Linsheng's nose with her muddy hands.
He had a face like a calico cat, but it didn't lose any of his elegance. "I am willing to serve Xiaoyu."
Her heart was moved, and Wen Yu quickly withdrew her hand and hid it in her sleeve, as if only in this way could she cover up the trembling of her fingertips and conceal her panic.
But her action made Song Zhuo, who was unaware of the inside story, stunned. He looked at the wine jar in his hand hesitantly, and then looked at Wen Yu, who had an ambiguous attitude.
He always remembered the advice of his family elders.
If one day, my aunt can return to Jiangyang Mansion, I will definitely invite her to taste this jar of Xiaoxue wine that she and her ancestors brewed.
Aunt, don’t you like it?
"It's just that hundreds of years have passed, and I don't know if it can still be drunk..." As if to make amends for himself, but also to give Wen Yu a way out, Song Zhuo suggested, "Do you want me to get a new one?"
He also brewed Xiaoxue last year, and it should be in the wine cellar now.
Everyone looked at each other in bewilderment, and Chen Zhizhi looked at Wen Yu with eyes full of pity. She disagreed with Song Zhuo's statement. If they replaced it with a new one, it would be the same jar that her aunt and uncle had buried...
There were very few people and things left at that time. The camphor tree was cut down and the swing frame was dismantled. All that was left was this jar of Xiaoxue wine. It seemed ordinary, but it was a testimony to the friendship between my aunt and uncle in the past.
Drinks can be exchanged, but how can friendship be exchanged?
Seeing that the situation was not good, Wen Heng spoke at the right time, "Xiao Zhuo——"
She wanted to persuade Xiao Zhuo to put the wine away and stop upsetting her aunt, but before she could say anything, Wen Yu forced a smile and waved her hand.
"Who said I can't drink?"
Glancing at Taihao who remained silent, she suddenly had a new idea.
"Xuechuan." Wen Yu raised his chin and gestured to Song Zhuo, "Fill up the glasses for our distinguished guest first."
Although she gave the order, Song Zhuo did not do it immediately. Instead, he stood there and looked at Wen Yu hesitantly.
If it was something else, he would definitely not refuse.
But this... he wasn't sure what his aunt meant.
"Xiao Zhuo." Wen Heng took the wine jar away and patted the back of Song Zhuo's hand soothingly, "I'll do it."
She believed that her aunt had her own intentions and did not want to see Xiao Zhuo in trouble.
Immediately afterwards, Wen Heng filled the wine cup in front of Taihao without any hesitation.
Compared to her decisiveness and swift movements, Tai Hao, who sat upright, was like a still painting.
The colors are not strong and the brushstrokes are not ostentatious.
He lowered his eyes and looked quietly at the wine cup in front of him. The water was rippling and the cold fragrance was wafting in the air, but his thoughts could not be as clear as the wine. It could even be said that they were... turbid.
Finally, amidst the intense chaos and sense of separation, Tai Hao looked up at Wen Yu, but did not speak.
Time seemed to stand still at this moment. Wen Yu looked back at Tai Hao without any hesitation. Their eyes were fixed on each other, and it seemed that the noise around them had drifted away from them.
If there are any flaws.
Even a little bit?
"Wen Yujun, you—" Dan Qing finally said his first words since breaking the silence spell, but he started arguing with Wen Yu again, "My master never drinks, please don't make things difficult for me."
His sudden words interrupted the undercurrent between the two of them, and Wen Yu felt something disappear in Tai Hao's eyes.
She frowned slightly, and for the first time she felt displeased with Dan Qing's talkativeness.
"In trouble?" Seeing Wen Yu didn't say anything, Chen Zhizhi didn't want her to lose her status in front of Dan Qing.
As soon as she opened her mouth, Su Jianbai naturally joined in, "We, our aunt is using a three-hundred-year-old wine to entertain your master. Is this embarrassing?"
This green-haired monster is so rude!
"You—" Dan Qing restrained himself somewhat, feeling more helpless. "Let's not even talk about the hundreds of years. The master doesn't drink, and you can't force him to make an exception."
"Really?" Wen Yu pinched the wine cup with two fingers, and the cold fragrance instantly penetrated his nose. "The Emperor never drinks?"
"Of course." Dan Qing glanced at Wen Yu in confusion.
What is there to doubt? Could he lie?
"But I remember once upon a time—"
After saying this, Wen Yu pretended to be enlightened and looked at Tai Hao with an apologetic look.
"The one who drank before was Song Linsheng, not the Emperor."
There wasn't much sincerity in her eyes, but rather a cold, indifferent, almost provocative look...an indescribable feeling.
"I remembered it wrongly, please don't blame me, Your Majesty."
Wen Yu didn't know what kind of answer he was trying to get by saying this.
Perhaps she just wanted to see if there would be any cracks under Taihao's calm and composed face under the indiscriminate attack.
"The master will naturally not bother with you, so don't mention it again." Dan Qing waved his hand, as if to let Wen Yu go.
Wen Yu's eyebrows twitched and he glanced at Dan Qing with impatience.
When Dan Qing was sleeping in Zhuoying Palace in the past, she only thought that his original form was tall and mighty, but she didn't expect that he would be a chatterbox after transforming.
Is this guy really Qinglong? Chi Huang must be remembering it wrongly.
Dan Qing was completely unaware and was about to move the glass of wine in front of Tai Hao, "Master, this wine——"
After a moment, Tai Hao, who had been silent for a long time, raised his glass and drank it all in one gulp, leaving Dan Qing no chance to take action.
Leaving Dan Qing dumbfounded, Tai Hao just looked back at Wen Yu, his eyes seemed to say:
I have already drunk the wine you asked me to drink.
Wen Yu was startled by his sudden action, and then her eyes flashed. She didn't know whether her goal had been achieved, or even what she wanted to do.
Force him to drink?
Force him to answer that he is not Song Linsheng?
Or what?
She couldn't even put it into words, so facing Taihao's gaze, she didn't know how to respond and could only look down at the empty wine cup.
Following her gaze, Tai Hao also looked at the diamond-shaped cup in front of him. The remaining wine on the wall of the cup had not yet fallen back, and the cold fragrance in his mouth lingered between his lips and teeth for a long time.
This is... wine.
In fact, what Dan Qing said was not entirely right. He did not never drink.
Now is the second time.
And the first time… was when he and Ju Mang were playing chess under the Wutong tree in the ancestral temple. He took advantage of the slight, even non-existent, drunkenness to pour the wine on…
It can be said that it was the sin of his life, but he had no regrets about it.
Seeing that the two of them were just silent, Chen Zhizhi rolled his eyes and hurried to look at Yu Chang.
Apart from other things, since she reunited with her aunt, Lord Yu had been the only one who stayed by her aunt's side. Now this scene...
Lord Yu must be feeling bad, right?
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