Duan Shaojun was stunned for a moment, raised his head, and just met the gaze of the man in black, the man in black's gaze was calm, and when he saw Duan Shaojun's gaze, he couldn't help but smile and salute. 【Fengyun Reading Network. "This virtuous brother, Cao Zhongde is so polite, dare to ask the virtuous brother's surname? ”

"Don't dare to be, don't be surnamed Duan Shaojun, but a person from Lanting." Stretch out your hand and don't hit the smiling person, not to mention that this man in black has a personable demeanor and a friendly smile, and he doesn't have the kind of smiling atmosphere that Duan Shaojun annoys the most.

"It turned out to be Brother Duan Xian, I'm afraid that this rain will not stop for a while, if Brother Xian doesn't give up, would you like to come and sit for a while, cook wine with a few green plums with our brothers, and enjoy the smoke and rain scenery of Daming Lake?" Cao Zhongde smiled heartily and greeted very hospitablely.

Duan Shaojun first glanced back at Gongsun Su Su and saw that she had returned to her previous coldness, but Duan Shaojun still saw the emotion in her eyes, which meant by her own mind.

"Since that's the case, that Duan is Meng Lang." Duan Shaojun smiled, stretched out his hand and led Gongsun Su Su over.

The servant of the man in black had already laid out the mat, and even set up a table, and took out a few plates of delicate preserved fruits, the tandoor was reddish, the mud pot was gurgling, and a stream of wine soaked in green plums gradually exuded.

Two charming women in light gauze skirts, one on the left and one on the right, surrounded the men in black. The other five men are also accompanied by a woman dressed in fancy clothes.

Walking up to him and seeing such a combination of men and women, Duan Shaojun couldn't help but regret a little, and now it can be seen that these men must be all romantic characters, and they are prostitutes and enjoying the scenery.

And the grandson Su Su beside him...... Duan Shaojun hesitated and paused, wanting to turn around, but saw Gongsun Su Su's clear and wonderful eyes not leaving his left and right, and the smile hidden at the corner of his lips was intoxicating sweetness: "Go over, since you agreed, don't be rude." ”

Hearing Gongsun Su Su's words, Duan Shaojun's heart warmed, and he tightened his hand with Gongsun Su Su, and strode forward.

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After the guests and hosts sat separately, the bewitching woman sitting next to Chen Gongzi, who was the first to speak, looked at Gongsun Su Su suspiciously, and sighed almost uncheckably, Chen Gongzi couldn't help but turn his head sideways curiously. The woman whispered in her ear, and Chen Gongzi's gaze at Gongsun Su Su was a little more puzzled, and there was a hint of greed.

"It's hot today, so I want to enjoy the scenery of Daming Lake, which I haven't seen for a long time, but I don't want to, this rain has left us behind, and I also met Brother Duan Xian. Meeting is fate, come and come, taste the plum wine cooked by my children......" Cao Zhongde picked up the steaming wine cup and invited everyone.

I picked up the wine cup and tasted it carefully, the wine syrup was mellow and fragrant, and there was an indescribable aroma in the green plum acid. Duan Shaojun, who had a good aftertaste, couldn't help but praise. "I have heard the name of green plum boiled wine for a long time, and today I finally have to taste what I want, and I really live up to the fame."

"Hahaha...... Okay, it seems that Cao Mou is not mistaken, and Duan Xiandi is really a wonderful person who is good at the things in this cup. Come on, come on, drink ...... again" Hearing Duan Shaojun's approval, Cao Zhongde couldn't help laughing out loud, and he had a little more good impression of Duan Shaojun's perception.

"Brother Zhongde is worthy of being the leader of my Yangzhou romance, not only is his poetry talented, Xiao Zhi is profound, even this cooking wine is also a must, you are afraid that you can't learn two things from you, but you can make people drink agar syrup, it is really impressive to me......" Another Zhu Gongzi who hugged a woman with heavy makeup, played with a folding fan, and shook his head like a poem and recited music.

"I wish Brother Xian Hugh is nonsense, if you say that the poetry is right, Cao is not willing to be a queen, but this makes Xiao, in Yangzhou City, but there are a few people, Xiao thinks he can't do it. As for this brewed wine, although I am a young child, I have been around me for several years, and my skills are about to be hollowed out by him...... But then again, the best wine to boil green plums is the best 30-year-old Huadiao produced by the Lanting Lan family. It's a pity that Cao Mou traveled outside during this time and returned yesterday, otherwise, the taste of today's green plum wine can be even better. ”

The man in black drank three glasses in a row, and the woman on the left poured wine for him with a charming smile, while the woman on the right failed to grab the wine jug at the first time, so she was very angry and kept glaring at the woman on the left, looking jealous.

Gongsun Su Su didn't seem to see anything, just sat quietly beside Duan Shaojun, and from time to time he filled Duan Shaojun with a full pot. Qing'er stood obediently behind her, her smart eyes blinking, looking at these strangers.

"Having said that, since Brother Xian is a Lanting person, he must have tasted the wine of the Lanting Wang, right?" The man surnamed Chen, whose name was Cao Zhongde as his cousin, who spoke at the beginning, looked at Duan Shaojun, looked at Gongsun Su Su with jealousy, and smiled at Duan Shaojun.

Duan Shaojun nodded and replied. "I did taste it, but the Lanting Wang family is divided into three families, one is Wang Zhong, the other is Wang Yanchang, and the other is Wang Shen, who is an uncle and nephew. However, among the three, the aging carvings in the kiln of Wang Yanchang, a junior, are the most mellow. And Wang Zhongjia's aging, although luscious, lacks three points of heaviness. As for the old flower carvings of Wang Shen's family, they are just the inferior ones of Wang's flower carvings......"

"Brother Duan Xian is really a middle-high person, and he knows all the advantages and disadvantages of the three fine wines of the Lanting Wang family." Cao couldn't help but look at Duan Shaojun twice.

Duan Shaojun hurriedly shook his hand and said. "Don't dare, it's just because the little brother's friend is quite good about the things in this cup, and he once commented like this, Duan is just borrowing flowers to offer Buddha, if there is anything inconsistent, I hope that the monarchs will be right."

To be able to have such an evaluation of wine comes from the old drunkard and old lewd stick of Xuanzhen Dao, but then again, the old guy has disappeared without a trace in the past few days, presumably after getting a sum of money to rob the Dao, he will either go home to accompany his mother-in-law, or, maybe where to drink flower wine.

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A group of people gathered in this spacious lake pavilion to taste wine, enjoy the beautiful scenery of the rainy sky, and talked about Jiangnan style from wine, and from Jiangnan style to poetry and songs. The Qinglou women who accompanied the wine next to them kept gagging, but they also seemed to be happy.

Duan Shaojun finally heard the identity of the man in black, Cao Zhongde. At first, Duan Shaojun thought it was Cao Qianjin who was a cotton of cotton, but it was Cao Qianjin, who was famous in the south of the Yangtze River.

It's no wonder that the two good-looking Qinglou women flattered him vigorously, presumably hoping to win a little favor from Cao Zhongde, maybe they can get a poem from him, then their reputation will definitely be able to rise dramatically, and in the circle of Qinglou, they can be sought after by more people.

After the topic was brought to the poems, a fan man was like a poetry critic who began to make a lot of nonsense, pointing to the east and west, and commenting on the poems of his predecessors there, while Cao Zhongde just smiled and said nothing, sipping wine and enjoying the scenery.

"Brother Zhongde, in this situation today, dare to ask Brother Zhongde if he has poetry, and I will listen to it." Zhu Gongzi said dryly, and when he saw that Cao Zhongde was still drinking and having fun there, he laughed twice and said to Cao Zhongde.

"Today's scenery is extremely beautiful, but unfortunately, the wine is not superb, and it is difficult for Cao to be interested." Cao Zhongde smiled and waved his hand. "Besides, since ancient times, there have been many poems depicting the smoke and rain in the south of the Yangtze River, so Cao doesn't have to be ugly."

"Gongzi Cao, how about the slave family Fuqin to help you have fun?" The woman beside her turned her gaze and said towards Cao Zhongde.

Cao Zhongde's cousin, the son surnamed Chen, secretly gave a thumbs up to the woman, and then clapped his hands and smiled. "Yes, Ai Qiu is a famous Oiran in my Yangzhou, not only good at singing, but also a must at playing the qin, and the rain will not stop for a while today. Cousin will have no poetry, so it is better to wait to listen to Miss Ai Qiu's piano music, and then I will wait but make a song, regardless of the poetry and music, take the best, let Miss Ai Qiu sing a song, with good wine, what does my cousin think? ”

As soon as these words came out, the folding fan armor and the Oiran of the Qinglou were all applauded. Cao Zhongde nodded reluctantly after thinking about it, and after drinking the residual wine in the cup, his eyes fell on Duan Shaojun's body. "I wonder if Brother Xian is interested?"

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