Xu Jidao and Jiang Yan became friends all year round because they drank too much at a dinner party.
You cannot drink this fine wine alone.
"If Mr. Xu didn't mention it, I would have almost forgotten that Mr. Xu recommended my third brother to Mr. Jiang last time."
Thinking of this, Ning Wuyang went to the wine cellar and filled two 60-pound bamboo tubes in person, tied the ropes and handed them to Xu Jidao's hands.
Xu Jidao weighed it and realized how much it weighed. He was startled and flattered and asked: "Give them all to me?"
If these two barrels of bamboo wine were exchanged for royal tribute wine, the price of one tael of wine would be one hundred taels of silver, which would be quite valuable.
"Quan is a thank you gift from you two for taking care of my third brother. If you drink well, you can come and get it again. However, this steamed wine is made by me at home. Please don't publicize it to others for the time being."
Ning Wuyang knew that the matter of distilled liquor could not be kept secret for long.
Small workshops produce perfume, and they can cover hundreds of kilograms of distilled wine with the fragrance of flowers, making it impossible to smell it unless you enter the door.
But if perfume is produced on a large scale, wine lovers from all over the country will be able to smell something wrong.
He had to find a suitable candidate before the secret was revealed, and use the brewing recipe to give him or the Ning family an opportunity.
Jiang Yan values the third brother very highly, so he is a good candidate.
After hearing his instructions, Xu Jidao was shocked: "Don't publicize it to the outside world? Could it be that Mr. Ning's two barrels of spirits were not obtained by chance?"
Ning was fine but smiled and said nothing.
Most of the time adults' non-refutation is acquiescence.
Xu Jidao thought that Ning Wuxu not only had good poems and lyrics, but also good wine. His whole figure seemed to be floating in the clouds, and he felt that the people and things in front of him were unreal.
Then he thought that the reason why Mr. Ning asked him not to publicize it to the outside world must be because he was worried about causing unnecessary trouble. He solemnly promised: "Please don't worry, Mr. Ning, I will never let outsiders know about this."
Just when Ning Wuyan was thinking about whether Jiang Yan was an outsider as Mr. Xu said.
After getting the wine, Xu Jidao held a bamboo bucket in each hand, bowed his hands, and ran as fast as if there was a dog chasing him behind him.
I completely forgot that he came here specifically because of the topic given by Xiaoxiang Pavilion and wanted to ask Ning Wuchang for advice on how to write lyrics for others in such an immersive and empathetic way.
Ning Wuyang saw that Xu Jidao valued people who drank more than wine, and he had the answer in his mind.
"It seems that Mr. Jiang is not an outsider."
It would be best if he could properly handle the distilled liquor by using Jiang Yan's connections from Xu Jidao.
After all, Jiang Yan was the prefect of Jinling, and his second uncle was working under him.
If not, the only option is to find an official with a high enough level to exchange for equal value.
Regardless of whether it is from the King of Jin or the King of Kang, as long as the conditions offered are suitable, he will not be involved in the dispute over the reserve. The secret recipe of this distilled wine is that the one with the highest "price" will get it.
Princess Jingxian, the daughter of King Kang, seems not to like a talent like him who is not doing his job properly, otherwise she would have come to play with him along with Miss Ji.
"How about going to the fourth floor of the Xiaoxiang Pavilion the day after tomorrow to meet Mr. An Xiaohou and see if we are destined?"
You can also meet the oiran girl who admires him again.
Brothels are big consumers of incense, and they have competed for this market. The Xiaoxiang Pavilion alone produces at least two thousand bottles of perfume every year.
As for going up to the fourth floor, you will encounter many difficulties.
Ning Wuyang didn't take it to heart.
Whether you are composing poems or writing couplets, you can stand on the shoulders of giants and try it even if you go up to four floors.
"Send the perfume to the two girls first, to ensure that they will be the most beautiful that day."
And the two lines promoting the new name of the perfume shop.
Ning Wuyang took out two pieces of writing paper from his right sleeve.
One of them has the words "Die Lian Hua" written on it.
This poem is a promotional "word" that he can use as a reference when he wants to ask Ji Jin to help choose.
After picking out this piece of paper, Ning Wuyan thought for a while, then stuffed the other piece of paper back intact, and threw the poem "Die Lian Hua" directly into the kitchen hall.
If Xu Jidao were here, he would definitely regret that he left too early and missed an authentic copy of the lyrics, as well as the first viewing of the poem "Butterfly Loves Flowers" and another song that promoted "The Secret Fragrance Goes". Opportunities for new words.
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A small island in the middle of the lake.
In order to prevent herself from getting tanned, Shen Youchu did not go to the pavilion of Ji's Mansion to observe Mr. Ning's movements in the past few days. Instead, she stayed on the island taking a flower petal bath, tailoring clothes, and matching jewelry, and was very busy.
"Meixiang, what do you think of this pink rose skirt? The butterflies embroidered on the skirt make it look like it's alive when you walk in."
"Meixiang, how about I wear this green Confucian skirt? It looks quiet and elegant. It will match well with Jin'er."
Mei Xiang, surrounded by a pile of clothes, wanted to cry but had no tears.
She is just a guard and knows nothing about clothing matching.
Asking her to tell the young counselor what to wear when going out, it would be better to punish her by reciting poetry.
"Miss, Mr. Ning sent perfume."
Mei Xiang looked gratefully at Ju Xiang who walked in and passed the news. She felt that Ju Xiang was like a living Bodhisattva rescuing people in need.
"Didn't Mr. Ning come in person?" Shen Youchu threw the long skirt that clung to her chest on the bed and looked at the food box in Ju Xiang's hand.
Juxiang thought of the words of the boy at the bridge by the lake and answered truthfully: "Master Ning went to deliver perfume to Miss Ji."
"He's really busy... Anyway, we can meet the day after tomorrow, and I want to dress myself up beautifully to impress him."
Shen Youchu finished speaking happily and opened the food box.
There were forty bottles of perfume neatly stacked inside, one of which had the word "Meixiang" stuck on it with rice paste.
The remaining forty bottles of perfume are labeled with their scent differences.
Shen Youchu picked up a bottle of peach blossom perfume, and after gently tracing the writing on it with his fingernails, he exclaimed: "Ah! Was this written by Mr. Ning?"
"Except Mr. Ning, the others in Ping'an Medical Center are all martial artists who don't know a few Chinese characters. It should be written by Mr. Ning."
Juxiang's answer made Shen Youchu even more surprised.
She always thought that Mr. Ning could only write in that kind of... scrawled font, but she didn't expect that he would write in this kind of font that she had never seen before.
Very peculiar.
Very nice too.
"Based on this word alone, I think it's a bit of a loss if the perfume is only sold for fifty taels a bottle."
Shen Youchu couldn't wait to open the cork. Before he could smell it carefully, a rich but not cloying floral fragrance filled the room.
Ju Xiang, who was standing two steps away, changed her face when she smelled this smell.
In just five days, the aroma of peach blossom perfume actually became rich and pure.
It's really strange.
"It smells so good~~ With such a perfume, no matter what clothes I choose, I can wear it casually. It must be the most eye-catching thing that day." Shen Youchu poured a few drops on his arm and ran to the yard and walked around a few times.
The butterflies in the flowers came over to smell the fragrance and danced gracefully with her.
"Hahaha, look, even the butterflies can't tell whether it's perfume or flower scent."
Shen Youchu's smile was brighter than the flowers in the flowers.
The last time Juxiang saw the young lady smiling from the bottom of her heart was the last time the young lady saw Ning Wushan.
I don’t know whether the lady is happy because of the perfume, or whether she is so happy because she uses the perfume made for her by her sweetheart.
Mei Xiang saw the lady intoxicated in happiness and couldn't bear to hit her.
"Miss Shen, didn't you say that you and Miss Ji will receive the perfume made by Mr. Ning before the Gathering of Talents?"
"On that day, you will stand beautifully next to Miss Ji, watching her and Mr. Ning commenting on poetry and lyrics, talking about everything... I think it is more pragmatic for you to take this time to read more poems."
Mei Xiang looked at Princess Jingxian who was not opening the pot or picking up the pot. Just thinking about that scene made her feel sorry for her young lady.
