The long-lost companionship became even more precious. The slaves lowered their heads knowingly, not daring to peep at the embracing masters and masters. Cui Weizhen was worried that Ye Zhenzhen would catch a cold, so he reluctantly left his sweet-smelling wife in his arms and held her hand.
Walk inside the house.
The soft warm air hit her face, driving away the cold air that penetrated her body. There was a straight-legged kang table propped in the soft center. Ye Zhenzhen did not want to sit apart and sat across from each other, so she had to squeeze in with Cui Weizhen. Her extra clingy behavior attracted Cui Weizhen.
He couldn't hide his smile, his eyes were full of tenderness.
Realizing his indulgence, Ye Zhenzhen began to push further: "Ningyan gave me a jar of wine the day before yesterday. It's snowing today. How about we make wine and enjoy the snow?"
Cui Weizhen kept his airs and said nothing. Ye Zhenzhen hugged his arm and acted coquettishly, her voice was soft and sweet. Cui Weizhen finally couldn't help but feel soft and said with a straight face: "Okay, but don't drink too much."
When the good wine is served and the atmosphere is full of conviviality, why should he worry about drinking more or less? Even if he secretly drinks a few more drinks, he will definitely not notice.
Ye Zhenzhen snickered and shouted to Qiu Wu outside to get the wine. The other maids also started to take action. After a while, the small red clay stove, wine-warming vessels, wine bottles and wine grapes were all ready. Ye Zhenzhen asked for more
There was a plate of green plums, and one or two were put into the wine to cook. The fragrance of the plums was filled with the white snow flying outside the window, and it was particularly clear and long-lasting.
The aroma of wine began to fill the air. Ye Zhenzhen personally filled two glasses with wine grapes, stared at Cui Weizhen and drank from the glasses, asking expectantly: "How is it? How does it taste?"
The aroma of the wine is sweet and refreshing, suitable for a woman's taste, but for Cui Weizhen, it is a bit soft.
But he still praised it: "The aroma of the wine is endless, clear and sweet, and it tastes good. You should like it very much."
With a smile in her eyes, Ye Zhenzhen picked up the wine bottle and took a sip. First she smelled the fragrance of plums, and then the aroma of wine followed closely. She tasted a touch of crispness and sweetness on the tip of her tongue, followed by an endless sense of simplicity and fragrance.
It's like the coolness of summer, like being in a deep valley, tipsy and charming.
"Good wine! No wonder Ningyan praised it endlessly and even gave me a set of rouge and gouache. It was really worth it."
In ancient times, wine was turbid and fine wine was rare. It was rare to encounter such fine wine without any impurities. He was very happy. Even Cui Weizhen couldn't help but drink a few more glasses. It wasn't until Ye Zhenzhen's face turned red and her eyes were blurred that he realized her.
Drink a lot.
I am very reserved on weekdays, but when I get a chance to drink, I have no self-control, which is really a headache.
Cui Weizhen held down Ye Zhenzhen's hand that was about to pour more wine, took the wine stem and put it back into the vessel, saying in a deep voice: "You drank a lot, don't be greedy anymore."
Ye Zhenzhen grabbed his sleeves dissatisfied and retorted confidently: "Who said that, I can't get drunk even after a thousand cups of wine, this little wine is nothing to me, I, I can still drink."
He was belching wine as he spoke, not convincing at all.
Every time she got drunk, she would brag that she would never get drunk. Cui Weizhen had long been used to it. In order to stop her chattering mouth, he simply kissed her especially bright red and moist lips, sweeping away all the fragrance and tenderness of the wine.
After a while, Ye Zhenzhen couldn't resist his domineering and turbulent demands, and her whole body limply fell into his arms.
Her eyes became more and more blurred, and her cheeks became more and more rosy, just like the red plums standing tremblingly on the branches in the white snow, delicate and attractive, tempting to pick.
Cui Weizhen picked her up and said in a low and hoarse voice, "I'm drunk too. Let's go back to the room and rest."
Ye Zhenzhen blushed drunkenly and buried her head in his chest, seizing the day regardless of the ups and downs.