Yun Sheng was in ancient times and had a rare drink of this long-lost wine.

For a moment, looking at the cold moonlight in front of me, I remembered Wang Han's Liangzhou poem.

But Wuyin misunderstood that it was done by Yun Sheng.

Yun Sheng smiled and said, "I don't have such good literary talent. This poem was not written by me."

"Oh? Who is that?" Wuyin sat leaning on the fence beside him and asked Yunsheng.

Yun Sheng took a sip and said casually: "It was done by an ancient man named Wang Han."

Wuyin listened and thought about it.

But he said, "Wang Han? Why have I never heard of this person? If I had heard of such a broad and gorgeous poem, I would definitely remember it."

Yun Sheng said unconsciously: "Is it possible? You have heard of all the poems and essays in ancient and modern times."

Speaking of these, Wuyin was quite content: "If I talk about political and artistic ideas, I might not be a good person, but if I talk about these poems, essays, songs, I still have confidence."

Yun Sheng poured another cup and replied casually: "Yes, poetry, essays, songs, you are the first."

After drinking the pot, Wuyin shook the wine pot in his hand, and sighed softly, "What a pity, wine is good, but there is too little. Today, I have only made these two pots."

Yun Sheng also drank the last small glass, and the wine became so strong that he was a little drunk.

She threw the wine pot in her hand forward with force, and it was falling into the lake water, gradually sinking to the bottom.

Wuyin also learned from Yun Sheng and threw the wine pot in his hand into the lake.

Yun Sheng leaned against the corridor column and sighed softly: "It's a pity that there are no fresh grapes now, otherwise he could make this wine by himself."

When Yunsheng lived on Lingyun Peak, Master Xingxin and Master Yuanshui were both interested in drinking.

Over the years, Yun Sheng has been influenced by his experiences and always likes to drink a few light drinks.

When I drank wine today, Yun Sheng couldn't help but think that if it was the fruit season, he could make some fruit wine by himself. When he had nothing to do on weekdays, he could drink it in the moon as he did now.

In ancient times, when there was no nightlife, this was a great pleasure.

But Yun Sheng's casual words aroused Wuyin's interest.

Wuyin heard Yunsheng say that he could make this wine by himself, and immediately asked excitedly: "How can you make this wine?"

Yun Sheng thought for a while and said, "Although I haven't tried it, it's just made of fruit fermentation, and it shouldn't be difficult. But now in the cold winter, there are no fresh fruits and melons."

Wuyin immediately smiled and said, "What's the difficulty of fresh fruits? I'll find it for you tomorrow."

Yun Sheng didn't take it seriously at that time, and Wuyin said she wanted to get fruits and vegetables, but she didn't take it seriously.

Before Wuyin could leave, Yun Sheng turned around and returned to the room, and was a little drunk, and wanted to go to bed earlier.

And get up early the next morning.

Qiaoyue hurriedly called out outside Yunsheng's door: "Miss, Miss, are you awake?"

Yun Sheng has always slept lightly, and a little sound can wake her up.

When he heard that it was Qiao Yue, Yun Sheng replied faintly: "Yes."

Qiaoyue pushed the door open and said immediately, "Miss, the third prince is here, and someone has brought a lot of fruits."

I drank too much last night, and today I feel a little headache.

Yun Sheng held his head and reflected for a moment, and then he remembered that he said he could make wine last night, but he suffered from the lack of fresh fruit.

But Wuyin said at the moment that he brought the fruit today.
Chapter completed!