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Chapter 227 xxxxxxxxxx
After Liu Mingzhi returned to Gongyuan, as expected, everyone was already changing glasses.
However, most of the people who can drink the drinks brought from the reception are famous people.
"Master Qi, you will be blessed in the future. With such a son-in-law, I am afraid that this kind of wine will satisfy your appetite all the time."
Zhao Fengshou brushed off the hops from his beard and looked at Qi Run with envy, who was also tasting the wine. There was a hint of jealousy in his words.
Qi Run smiled bitterly: "Mr. Zhao is joking. I also took this opportunity to get two bowls of good wine to drink. Even though Zhi'er is the eldest young master of the Liu family, he took out so much good wine at once. I'm afraid that he has already scolded me so much that he was scolded to death."
Li Yugang put down his wine glass, shook his head, pointed at Qi Run and laughed: "You are self-aware, that boy's face when he left the tribute courtyard makes me want to laugh when I think about it. He was so rich but still looked like a miser. "
Qi Run chuckled twice and sighed silently without answering.
Glancing at Young Master Liu Qirun, who looked like he was mourning for a concubine, his expression was complicated: "Silly boy, my father-in-law is doing this for your own good. The Autumn Examination will be held next year. Zhao Fengshou is a member of the Ministry of Civil Affairs, and he is the chief examiner of the Qiuwei Examination. The officials are here to preside over it. Can you suffer a loss by trying to please him? I don’t know how much effort you will have to spend in the capital if he puts in a few nice words."
I have to say that Qi Run has done quite well as a father-in-law. He started paving the way for his son-in-law just after the Qiu Wei period. Although he knew that Liu Mingzhi's uncle was the Minister of the Ministry of War, the county magistrate was not as good as the current one, and the Qiu Wei imperial examination was still The Ministry of Personnel has the final say, and you will not suffer any loss if you have good relations with the officials of the Ministry of Personnel.
All of this is the work of Qi Run’s predecessors. In the face of sufficient qualifications, even smart people have to recognize the reality. There are people in the court who are easy to do things, otherwise there will be no words that can be circulated for a long time without being discontinued. We There are people up there.
However, Qi Run himself probably didn't expect that the value of the drinks Liu Mingzhi brought from the reception this time was as high as 3,000 taels. Otherwise, he would have understood why Young Master Liu had such an expression.
Three thousand taels, this was only the salary of the governor of Shangzhou for one and a half years. Of course, the extra income was not included.
Young Master Liu sat down in his seat and glanced at his father-in-law resentfully. The meaning in his eyes was clear. "Father-in-law, you really screwed me up."
Qi Run pretended not to see Liu Mingzhi's expression, his eyes wandering, thinking that he had been working in Jinling for three years and was about to be transferred, he really couldn't bear to part with this prosperous Jinling.
Blindfolded, Peng Huan took the wine glass from the Yamen servant's hand and put it under his nose, sniffed it and showed a satisfied smile: "It takes at least thirty years of aging to have such a rich cellar aroma."
Unable to resist the temptation of the wine bug in his stomach, Peng Huan drank all the wine in the glass without making any further comments. Peng Huan looked intoxicated when the wine entered his mouth: "Long aftertaste, good wine, really good wine! Peng Huan knows What kind of wine did you drink? Change it!"
Silently writing down the name of the drink, Peng Huan rinsed his mouth with water and began to taste the next glass of wine.
Yan Huaian also took the wine handed over by the Yamen servant, sniffed it and drank it in one gulp: "It's fresh and delicious, like drinking nectar, with a pure aroma."
Yan Huaian tasted it carefully and then put down his glass: "Change!"
"The aroma is fragrant and fills your mouth with fragrance, change!"
"Elegant and delicate, plump and mellow, with a lingering fragrance on your lips and teeth, change it!"
"Spicy yet mellow, tender yet like roiling river water, good wine, change!"
The people in the audience were changing glasses, and the people on the stage were also busy. The two of them drank one glass at a time and relied on their sense of smell and taste to identify the names of the fine wines on the table.
After a while, Peng Huan pulled off the silk cloth above his eyes. It took him a while to get used to the dazzling light, and then he began to write on the paper. About halfway through Peng Huan's writing, Yan Huaian also pulled off the silk from his eyes. After getting used to the light for a while, he began to polish his pen and write.
After a few breaths, the two put down the pen and ink in their hands, looked at each other, and then exchanged the papers in their hands.
Peng Huan looked at the paper in Yan Huaian's hand and smiled playfully: "I didn't expect that Brother Yan is also a master of the wine, and the name in Peng Huan's hand is exactly the same."
Compared to Peng Huan's playful look, Yan Huaian looked a little unnatural and sighed silently. Yan Huaian put down the paper in his hand and said bluntly: "Yan Huaian lost, Brother Peng is the one who really loves wine, and Yan feels ashamed. "
"What? Lost? How is it possible? Didn't Peng Huan say that? They guessed the name of the wine the same, how could they lose?"
"That's right, Brother Yan wouldn't let things go on purpose. Could it be that he has some shady dealings with the Jin people?"
Qi Run and others, who were still pushing cups and changing cups on the high platform, looked at Yan Huaian in astonishment as he voluntarily surrendered. They didn't know what was going on. Why did he admit defeat?
Yan Huaian did not defend himself, picked up the two pieces of paper on the table, walked to the high platform and handed them into the hands of the Yamen servant, asking him to present them to Qi Run and others for viewing.
Although Qi Run and others were confused, they endured their temper and took the paper handed over by the yamen servant and read it. For a moment, Qi Run and others were equally surprised to see the difference on the paper.
Compared to the piece of paper written in Yan Huaian's hand that only had the name of the drink, the piece of paper written by Peng Huan actually clearly stated the year of the drink. This alone shows that Peng Huan's understanding of wine is much better than that of Yan Huaian. How many.
Although they were unwilling to do so, Qi Run, Zhao Fengshou and the others had nothing to do. Their skills were not as good as others. Although they did not specify whether to mark the year of the wine before, but in the competition, these were within the competition. Their skills were not as good as others, so they did not lose unfairly.
However, Zhao Fengshou called Liu Mingzhi up to the high platform with the last chance of luck and asked him to look at the paper in his hand: "You choose the drinks. I don't know the year?"
Zhao Fengshou's eyes were full of hope. As long as Liu Mingzhi shook his head and denied it, Peng Huan would not only fail to win but would be self-defeating.
Liu Mingzhi compared it carefully and found that the year written on the paper was exactly the same as the year stated by the shopkeeper. Liu Mingzhi pursed his lips and glanced at Peng Huan. This is a real wine lover.
Is it possible to distinguish the type of sake by yourself? Anyway, the taste is the same when you drink it, let alone the time when you drink it in your mouth. Is this mouth an instrument? What a strange person!
Looking at Zhao Fengshou and Liu Mingzhi who looked hopeful, he shook his head regretfully: "It's exactly the same as what was recorded when it was taken out of the warehouse."
"Sir, Yan Huaian is incompetent!"
"It doesn't matter, most of the world has strange people. It's not unfair to lose, not unfair!" Although Zhao Fengshou was helpless, he could only comfort Yan Huaian in a deep voice.
To know that one word of yours may ruin a student's future, causing him to be grudged and unable to recover, is a huge sin.
"Thank you, sir!" Yan Huaian retreated to his seat in frustration.
Everyone's expressions were not good-looking. The joy of winning three games in a row had been diluted a lot. Why were they still happy? Jin Guoshizi had already pulled back two games. If they lost another game, they would be even.
No one could guarantee that the next competition would be a sure win. Everyone was tasting the rare wine, and the atmosphere became a little heavy for a while.
"Wine tasting competition, Peng Huan, a scholar from the Jin Kingdom, won."
Wan Yang took a sip of Qian Lixiang in his hand and looked at Young Master Liu who was sitting back in his seat with a smile and a toast.
"xxxxxxxxxxxxx!" Liu Mingzhi muttered a few words silently in his mouth!
Wan Yang frowned and looked at the man in black clothes next to him: "You know lip reading, what did the man named Liu just say?"
The man in black looked at Wan Yang with a troubled expression: "Commander, let's forget it! My subordinates dare not say anything!"
"Excuse me, tell me!"
"Commander, my subordinates really dare not say anything!"
"I...I order you to say it!"
The man in black swallowed his saliva and whispered a few words: "Sister Draft, the villain has no chance to succeed." After saying these words, the man in black trembled a little, nodded and lowered his eyebrows, not daring to look at Wan Yang's face. .
