On the Qinhuai River, Xiao Yuhe seemed to fall in love with Meng Xinghe's bear hug, and no one could tell her to come down. Maybe the cold air on the river was too heavy, she was thin and hid in Meng Xinghe's arms, blinking her big eyes, staring at Meng Xinghe's quite personality face, and happily said: "Big brother, what are you doing on the Qinhuai River? Today Yuhe saw many young men and young masters rushing to Qinhuai River. Did some treasures appear in the lake?"

Xiao Yuhe's voice was like a young bird in a nest, with a crisp and childish sound. Meng Xinghe twisted her pink nose and smiled, "Where are there any treasures? It's just someone is playing tricks." Meng Xinghe smiled faintly and saw Old Man Xia shaking the oars alone. It was quite difficult for Meng Xinghe to put down Xiao Yuhe in his hand and walked up to help.

"It's not possible to use it - it's not possible to use it. How can the young master do such a lowly job?" Old man Xia hurriedly refused. Meng Xinghe was a guest on his boat. Even if Old man Xia was hard, he would not dare to let Meng Xinghe rock the boat for him.

Meng Xinghe was a man of grudges. He grew up by the Yangtze River since he was a child. It can be said that he is good at water and underwater. The Xia family's grandson, who depend on each other, made Meng Xinghe feel a lot of emotion. He picked up the oars beside him and rowed in a very good manner. He also said happily: "I still remember that the dragon boat race is held every Dragon Boat Festival in Xiajia Township. Think about the feeling of not trying to shaking the boat on the river for many years, and my heart suddenly felt very warm."

Meng Xinghe sighed and waved the boat very skillfully. Old Xia was surprised. He really couldn't tell that he was a good player. He really shouldn't behave like a person. There are also scholars who are proficient in this way.

At this time, the fog gradually began to rise, and the cold was getting heavier. Old man Xia was afraid that Meng Xinghe would not be able to bear the moisture in the river, so he said embarrassedly: "Young master, please come in! I see that your three friends are waiting for you inside. It is enough to have one old man here." Old man Xia looked at Xiao Yuhe next to him and said carelessly: "Yuhe also goes in, just have grandpa here. You are thin and will be infected with wind and cold when you are on the river for a long time."

The old man coughed a few times, and his body had been bent. His thin hands, as if he had been lying on the river for many years, could not see any bloody color. Meng Xinghe looked at Xiao Yuhe beside him, and he didn't know how long their grandfather and grandson could support him on the river. When the old man couldn't shake the pulp that day, it might be their doomsday!

Seeing the rolling river water, thick smoke was seeping out. The water flowed to the east without rushing, and layers of waves were piled up. Meng Xinghe smiled and said, "Old man, you can go into the cabin to rest too! I think the water is not urgent, so it doesn't matter if we slowly follow the water." Meng Xinghe picked up Xiao Yuhe and pulled Old Man Xia who was rocking the boat into the cabin.

It was impossible to see that when this third brother calmed down, there was a touching true love inside. Seeing him pulling Old Man Xia who was rocking the boat into the cabin, the three of them gave up their seats for him. Lu Ning also specifically reached out and wanted to hug Xiao Yuhe in his arms, but Xiao Yuhe didn't give her face at all. He stayed in Meng Xinghe's warm arms and didn't want to get down. Others wanted to hug her at all.

The small stove in the red furnace quietly released the fiery energy in the cabin. Several people gathered together and let the boat slowly drift with the flow. It felt like they were swinging around on a swing. Seeing that these young men didn't mind the boatman at all, Old Man Xia was also happy. He took out a jar of wine from the cabin and said, "Dear boys, the wind is strong, drink a little wine to warm your body. I know that you are all going to participate in the water activities in Miaoyufang. It's still early now, so drink a sip of wine to keep the cold."

Old Xia seemed to cherish this jar of wine very much. Just look at the mud seal on it, you can tell that the years of wine were a little older. Old Xia trembled and patted the mud seal, took a few big bowls of swearing, and poured a few bowls directly. The strong aroma of wine immediately filled the entire cabin.

"Good wine!" Meng Xinghe sighed a few times. He was considered a person who had drunk many good wine. Today, when he smelled the wine, his index finger moved, and he felt that there were already wineworms squirming in his throat. If he really wanted to pick it up, he would raise his head and drink a big bowl.

When Old Man Xia heard Meng Xinghe praise the fragrance of his wine, his face was filled with pride. "To be honest, I am afraid that the years of this wine are dozens of years older than all the young masters. Speaking of which, during the Daye period of the previous dynasty, Emperor Yang of Sui went to Jiangdu and abandoned the tribute wine in the Qinhuai River. At that time, Old Man was ferrying on the Qinhuai River and was lucky enough to catch a jar. It was cold today. I took it out and hoped that all the young masters would not dislike it."

When talking about the past stories, Old Man Xia was like recalling his youthful spirit. He picked up the bowl of wine on the table, raised his head and drank it. The smell of the good wine made a hint of drunkenness appear on his old face.

I heard it was tribute wine, and I was still decades old. Meng Xinghe rushed to hold it up and touched it a little. He felt that the smell was fragrant and soft, warm like a delicious nectar from his mouth to his throat and then to his belly. It is worthy of being the wine that the emperor drank, which is thousands of better than the ones sold on the market. Meng Xinghe sighed a few times and drank the bowl of wine with a smile.

Although the three next to them were born in a wealthy family, they had never drunk the tribute wine from the court. Seeing Xia Laoer and Meng Xinghe, they looked nostalgic after drinking. The other three picked up the bowls on the table and savored them slowly, as intoxicated as if they were enjoying a good poem.

"Good wine - it's really good wine. Looking at the 300 restaurants in Jiangdu, no one can make such delicious wine. After making people taste thick, they will leave a fragrance on their mouths, like nectar and jade dew!" Lu Yan was born in an official family, and everyone appreciated this wine. Unconsciously, he looked at the half jar of wine left beside the old man, and swallowed secretly.

Nonsense, can the wine the emperor drinks not good wine? Meng Xinghe poured a bowl of him again with a greedy mouth, looking at the splattering of hops in the bowl, which was quite dazzling. He was holding the wine in his hand and chanted loudly: "A bowl of tribute, a hundred poems, and sleep at a restaurant in Chang'an. The emperor called him not to board the boat, and claimed that he was a fairy in the wine."

Haha—Meng Xinghe laughed a few times, and a bowl of wine filled with wine was swallowed by him.

The drinking posture was bold and the poems he wrote were even more bold. In addition to Xiaoyuhe, the few people sitting were all stunned by his shocking works just now. Lu Ning didn't even have time to drink the wine in the bowl, and had already taken out a booklet and a brush from his body, and asked anxiously: "Brother Meng can read the poem he just made again, especially the last two sentences, which are simply a sentence of magic!"

It seems that this girl's poem is crazy again, and she actually carried the guy who chose to copy with her. She recited poems with her attention. She was improvised and chanted just now, but now she has no mood. Meng Xinghe smiled but said nothing, calling Lu Ning so stingy. Zhao Haoran next to her laughed and said, "Third brother, you said that the emperor didn't call him on the boat and claimed that he was a wine fairy. It's really wonderful, so we should all drink a bowl of it with this good poem."

Zhao Haoran was bluntly filled a bowl and drank Old Man Xia’s jar of good wine until the bottom of the bottom.

The elder brother became thicker and thicker, and cheated wine in my name, and was not kind-hearted. Old man Xia also became drunk. These young men did not have the arrogance of those scholars, which made him feel it was easy to get along with. He held up the jar and filled a bowl for each person. Until he finished pouring the wine in the jar, he sighed and threw the jar onto the Qinhuai River outside, saying, "Hidden for decades, let it go back and forth!"

There was a jubilant scene in the cabin. I didn't feel it when I was drinking tribute wine. After drinking it, I suddenly felt drunk. Old Xia looked at Xiao Yuhe next to me with a confused look, and a layer of mist gradually appeared in his eyes. Meng Xinghe saw it and knew that this was a kind of flesh-and-blood-blood-blood-blood-blood-blood-blood-blood-blood-blood-blood-blood-blood-blood-blood-blood-blood-blood-blood-blood-blood-blood-blood-blood-blood-blood-blood-blood-blood-blood-blood-blood-blood-blood-blood-blood-blood-blood-blood-blood-blood-blood-blood-blood-blood-blood-blood-blood-blood-blood-blood-blood-blood-blood-blood-blood-blood-blood-blood-blood-blood-blood-blood-blood-blood-blood-blood-blood-blood-blood-blood-blood-blood-blood-blood-blood-blood-blood-blood-blood-blood-blood-blood-blood-blood-blood-blood-blood-blood-blood-blood-blood-blood-blood-blood-blood-blood-blood-blood-blood-blood-blood-blood-blood-blood-blood-blood-blood-blood-blood-blood-blood-blood-blood-blood-blood-blood-blood-blood-blood-blood-blood-blood-blood-blood-blood-blood-blood-blood-blood-blood-blood-blood-blood-blood-blood-blood-blood-blood-blood-blood-blood-blood-blood

The boat drifted with the waves for a long time. When the wine was over, I gradually heard the lively sounds outside. I had arrived at the water sports organized by Miaoyufang today. Meng Xinghe and his men dragged their slightly drunken bodies, attached the boat money, bid farewell to the old man, and boarded the huge pleasure boat sailing on the Qinhuai River.

Xiaoyuhe saw Meng Xinghe and many young masters boarding the big boat that they usually do, standing blankly at the bow of the boat, making a waving goodbye. The wind on the river seemed much stronger, and Xiaoyuhe's figure swayed so much, like a lotus quietly blooming in the wind.
Chapter completed!