Chapter 37 Say I'm Drunk, I'm Really Drunk
"You are so amazing!" The imperial concubine clicked her tongue in admiration, and she really lived up to the name of a genius!
It turns out that the smiling tiger she mentioned is the upper line, and Xiao Chen's kowtow is the lower line, and the right one is really nimble and neat.
Toast to you!
I caught a glimpse of the red charcoal fire next to me, and wrote another couplet: "The charcoal is black, the fire is red, and the ash is like snow!"
Xiao Chen drank it all in one gulp, and said without thinking: "Wheat Huang Bran's face is as red as frost!"
Oh, that's great. Let's have another drink.
The bright moon is in the sky, the ground is full of silver frost, and I feel a little drunk, and suddenly I feel lovesick.
"Xiao Chen, are you homesick? I do, can you write a poem?" The imperial concubine really regarded Xiao Chen as a friend, and she spoke in a begging tone.
"The bright moonlight in front of the window is suspected to be frost on the ground. I raise my head to look at the bright moon, and lower my head to think about my hometown." Xiao Chen squinted his eyes and looked at the moon. He also felt homesick.
His home is not thousands of miles away, but thousands of years later.
"Ah, that's really well done, Xiao Chen, are you a fairy?" The imperial concubine rested her chin on her hands, savoring the meaning of the poem, she couldn't help but be infatuated.
Looking at Xiao Chen's gaze, it was also full of infinite admiration.
Tonight, Xiao Chen's trip was worthwhile, and he properly harvested a little girl.
"Can you still fill in a poem?" I personally helped Xiao Chen fill a glass of wine, and looked at him expectantly.
"When will the bright moon come? Ask the blue sky for wine. I don't know the palace in the sky, what year it is. I want to go back by the wind, but I am afraid that Qionglou Yuyu will be too cold on the heights. Dance to find out the shadows, so it seems to be in the world."
"Turn to Zhuge, a low-key household, and sleepless nights. There should be no hatred. Why do things always turn to each other? People have joys and sorrows, and the moon has cloudy and sunny waxes and wanes. This matter is hard to complete in ancient times!"
"Nung, moon and new moon."
Xiao Chen raised his glass and drank it down.
"I wish you a long life, and a thousand miles to share the beauty..." The imperial concubine murmured to herself, as if her soul had already taken off by the wind and flew into the moon, and she was standing in front of the Guanghan Palace with fluttering clothes. At a loss.
Wine is not intoxicating, but people are already drunk.
Mesmerized.
"I still want it." Chunchou was lightly drunk, and the words she said were also a little crazy.
To Xiao Chen's ears, it seemed to have another meaning.
But how do you know it's not?
A confidante with a confidante, drunk to the point of alcohol, and both young men and women, it is easy for some romantic things to happen, and on such a romantic night...
At this moment, the imperial concubine's peach blossom noodles, spring waves flowing in her eyes, and her heart are all on Xiao Chen's body.
As long as he takes the initiative, she may not refuse no matter what he does.
But Xiao Chen didn't want to, not because he didn't dare, but because he didn't want to.
He prefers to regard this elegant concubine as a lotus-like concubine as a confidante.
Because beauty is easy to get, but confidant is hard to find.
In the midst of these intrigues and intrigues in the palace, it is also a very pleasant thing to have a confidante who can make him calm like water, and occasionally chat and sit, talk about poetry and painting.
It can relax Xiao Chen's tense heart.
Now he is very relaxed, in fact he is a little too relaxed, maybe he was drunk, so he even chanted a word that shouldn't be chanted.
"When is the spring flower and autumn moon? How much do you know about the past?"
"Last night, there was an easterly wind in the small building, and the old country can't bear to look back. In the moonlight, the carved railings and jade brickwork should still be there, but the red face has changed."
"How much sorrow can I ask you? It's like a river of spring water flowing eastward!"
After singing, he picked up the wine and drank it all in one gulp. He looked up to the sky and laughed loudly. Suddenly, sadness came from it, and tears flowed.
"Xiao Chen, you are drunk." The imperial concubine took out a pure white brocade scarf and gently wiped away his tears.
Xiao Chen was drunk, but she woke up.
Because she heard the meaning of despair and desolation in this poem, she also became suspicious of Xiao Chen's identity.
A little eunuch, or even a gifted scholar, even if he really came down to earth from a god, would not be able to recite such poems.
This is clearly the lament of the king of subjugation!
But the words are also really beautiful, just beautiful to the extreme.
"Xiao Chen, who are you?"
"Farewell to the upper reaches of the Penglai Sea for a while, and occasionally a noble concubine asks why. She lives under the dipper of the Big Dipper, with her sword hanging on the head of the moon in the Nangong Palace.
"I know I'm really drunk when I'm drunk. I don't know how sorrow can cause sorrow. Why don't we recognize each other when we meet? But go back to rest on a white cloud!"
Xiao Chenyao pointed to a dark cloud that came over at an unknown time in the sky, and laughed again.
His drinking capacity was very average, and he drank strong and fragrant shochu, so he was really drunk, so drunk that he was crazy.
Amidst the laughter, he reached out to get the wine, but unexpectedly his foot slipped, his body tilted, and he almost fell to the ground.
The imperial concubine subconsciously reached out to support her, and he fell into her arms.
"Smells so good." He sniffed with drunken eyes.
But I don't know whether it is the smell of wine or the smell of people?
"Xiao Chen, Xiao Chen, are you a genius, a fool, or a lunatic?" The imperial concubine let him rest on her lap, stretched out a pair of jade hands, and gently stroked his sharp, sunny and handsome face.
A very strange feeling arises spontaneously.
Heartfelt feeling.
I don't know how long it took, Xiao Chen woke up suddenly, and smelled a faint and pleasant fragrance in his nose.
Opening his eyes, he saw the imperial concubine's beautiful big eyes very close at hand, staring blankly at him, but he didn't know how long he had been staring at him?
Hastily got up and knelt down, "The slave is rude, offending the imperial concubine, it is really a capital crime!"
"Get up, a big man...why does a big talent kneel down? I don't like you like this, I like you just... like that."
The imperial concubine's snow-white face blushed slightly, it turned out that she was quite charming when she became shy.
"Okay, from now on when it's just the two of us getting along, I won't be polite to you." Xiao Chen stood up with a smile.
"Well, that's why I'm happy." The imperial concubine's wonderful eyes never left Xiao Chen's eyes.
She always felt that Xiao Chen was hiding many secrets in his heart, and wanted to ask, but dared not.
It's not that she doesn't want to, she doesn't dare, but she's afraid that what he hides in his heart may be a terrible secret. Once it is revealed, she may lose him.
Who will accompany me to get drunk after that?
"Huh? I'm really curious. I was very drunk just now, but now I woke up suddenly... What time is it tonight?"
Xiao Chen felt that he would not sober up so quickly.
"Hehe, you, you almost died of drunkenness. I just fed you a hangover pill. It was offered by the Persian kingdom in the Western Regions. The emperor rewarded me with some. Do you want it?"
"Why don't you want it? With such a baby, I won't get so drunk that I lose my composure in front of you again." Xiao Chen remembered the poem he sang just now.
Now the intestines of regret are green?
"Well, you can't drink, so don't drink with others in the future." The imperial concubine took out a few black pills and stuffed them in his palm.
This is worry and concern.
The hangover pill is precious, but what she gave Xiao Chen was even more precious.
Suddenly there was a sharp whining sound, and both of them were taken aback.
This is the sound of the 'Shibiela' used to call the police in the palace!
It means that there have been serious changes in the palace. If it wasn't for the assassin army's rebellion and attack, it was a lightning strike and fire!
When I looked up, I saw that outside, there were overcast clouds, the wind was blowing loudly, and I could faintly hear the voices of people not far away, as if they were shouting to get out of the water?
I ran out to hear the sound and looked, and I saw a fire in the north direction!