Chapter 86

The great cause official was so angry that his face turned red. He was very unconvinced, but he was unable to refute his words.

When the envoys back to Xinjiang saw that they were speechless, they felt quite successful. "Do you think drinking wine is a direct booze, then you are very wrong."

"Since you say wine is an elegant thing, you must know what you need to hold it in order to look more elegant."

Just then, the woman's clear and pleasant voice suddenly sounded.

Returning to Xinjiang, the envoys saw a beautiful woman smiling at them.

They were stunned. The next moment, they felt a heat in their nose. Something rushed out. When they touched their tentacles, their hands were full of blood.

Envoys: "

"Ha ha..." Xiao Yan beat the table and burst into laughter.

The others laughed.

Sure enough, it's a barbarian. When you see the Regent princess, you even have nosebleed. Haven't you seen a beauty?

What a faux pas!

The great cause official shook his head for a while.

Gu linchao's face was covered with cold frost and swept away a group of nosebleed envoys back to Xinjiang.

The envoys did not know that they had been watched by a prince. After wiping the nosebleed, they immediately said politely to Wen: "the Regent princess does not know that this wine is different from ordinary wine. It needs to be shaken and drunk slowly to taste its mellow fragrance."

After that, an envoy poured the wine into a special container.

The container said it was like a cup, not like a cup, because there was a high foot support under it.

Big business officials were puzzled.

What strange thing is this?

But Wen Zhenzhen was surprised.

Isn't this the rudiment of the goblet?

But there was no such thing as glass at this time, so the cup in the hand of the envoy back to Xinjiang was made of an iron ware.

After pouring the wine, the envoy directly held it over and handed it to Wen.

"Before drinking this wine, you must shake it gently to make it taste more mellow."

Wen Zhuo nodded and accepted, "what you said is reasonable, but the taste of grape wine will only be destroyed by holding it in such a rough cup."

The envoy looked at her with some surprise. Looking at her tone, he seemed to understand wine. He couldn't help asking, "what should be used to hold it, as the Regent princess said?"

Wen Zhenzhen smiled and didn't answer directly. Instead, he recited a famous poem through the ages, "the wine of grapes, the luminous cup, the lute, and don't laugh when you are drunk on the battlefield. How many people have fought back in ancient times."

The whole audience suddenly became quiet. Only the sound of silk and bamboo continued to ring.

They seem to be brought into the artistic conception of this poem, which gives birth to a tragic and heroic feeling.

"Pa!"

Suddenly someone stroked his palm vigorously and praised, "wonderful, wonderful, this poem is really wonderful. The Regent princess has good literary talent!"

"Come on, get me a pen and paper. I want to write this poem down."

"Yes, this poem is really wonderful. It is not only wine, vocal music, battlefield, but also the pride of the generals..."

Great cause officials praised it one after another and gathered together to discuss the poem.

With a sweaty face, Wen raised his hand and stroked his forehead. His eyes lit up, but he caught a glimpse of Gu linchao sitting there.

He looked more solemn and seemed to be immersed in some artistic conception.

Wen Zhenzhen is a little strange. It's impossible for Gu linchao to be fooled by the poem she just recited?

Impossible?

But it is.

After listening to this poem, others are quite touched, not to mention Gu linchao, who was used to the killing war when he was young.

There was a trace of sympathy between his eyebrows.

After a long time, I recovered from the artistic conception of the poem and turned to look at Wen.

When Wen Zhenzhen saw this, he immediately sat upright and made a gesture that he had not looked at him, but there was light in the corner of his eyes, but he clearly saw the man staring at her for a long time before he moved away.