Among this group of foreigners, in addition to diplomats from various countries, there are also a few journalists, and most of them have some understanding of Chinese culture.
So when Chu Heng raised a question, someone quickly responded.
It was none other than the Albanian Cobden. This guy was an authentic Chinese expert. He immediately shook his head and said: "How could you not have heard of this poem? Grape wine luminous cup, if you want to drink pipa, immediately urge you to get drunk." Don't laugh when you are lying on the battlefield. How many people have fought in ancient times is a poem by Wang Han of the Tang Dynasty, isn't it?"
"Awesome, I don't even remember who this poem belongs to." Chu Heng handed over a thumbs up and praised it without hesitation.
"Haha." Cobden smiled proudly, not hiding his pride.
The Egyptian Clive swallowed a mouthful of lamp shadow beef in his mouth, elegantly shook the red wine glass in his hand, and asked doubtfully: "Juji, does the wine you mentioned have anything to do with this poem?"
"Yes, it does matter." Chu Heng nodded with a smile, glanced at the group of foreigners who were looking at him like curious babies, and said slowly: "I think you should know from this poem that wine is something like , China existed more than 1,300 years ago, and it has become very popular, even the emperor likes it very much."
"More than a thousand years..." someone muttered and couldn't help but sigh: "This is much longer than the founding of many countries, but this is just a part of China. I..."
"You don't need to tell me this, we all know it, it's five thousand years ago." Malkin was impatient and interrupted him directly, and then asked: "So? What does this have to do with that bottle of wine?"
"What a hurry." Chu Heng, who was about to give these old surgeons a general history lesson, glared at this guy in disappointment, and continued to talk nonsense without blushing: "I'm telling you this because of the wine I drank. , related to the Tang Dynasty, which was the Li Dynasty more than a thousand years ago."
Upon hearing this, the already curious foreigners became even more interested.
No matter whether it is at home or abroad, as long as you can have a relationship with the emperor and the court, you will be very popular.
For example, if the Qianlong seal in Chu Heng's hand did not bear the emperor's name, it would have to be discounted at least half the price, or even 30% off!
"Tell me what's going on." Bert Darwin also began to urge. He was a reporter from the Daily Telegraph. At this time, he felt as if he had discovered a good news material.
"Don't worry, my friends, let's chat over a drink." Chu Heng looked at the foreigners who were completely attracted with a smile and began to make up stories.
He is very familiar with this thing. When he was collecting in his previous life, which fake did he buy that didn’t have a story behind it? That guy has a nose and eyes all over him!
"I just said that the emperors of the Tang Dynasty loved wine very much, and Li Shimin was the most fond of wine. For this reason, he did not hesitate to spend a lot of money to set up a winery and recruited many wine masters from all over the world, specifically for wine. Developing and brewing the best wines in the world.”
"And the wine I drank a while ago came from this brewery!"
"But before I talk about this, I have to tell you a story."
"Anyone who knows the Tang Dynasty should know that Li Shimin got the throne unfairly and only succeeded to the throne by killing his brothers. His children followed suit and wanted to rebel."
"People like Li Chengqian, Li You, Li Zhen, and Li Ming all participated in rebellion. Of course, they didn't end well."
"And among his many children who did not end well, there was one named Li Hun. He had no talent, but he was really good at making wine. He once served as the head of the imperial wine shop. According to historical data, he was because He was falsely accused of treason and committed suicide by taking poison out of fear."
"Actually, this is fake!"
"He didn't die at that time. He just used the name of suicide to escape from the center of power that everyone yearns for."
"And when he left, he took a lot of things with him, and among them was a wine-making method that was Li Shimin's favorite at the time."
"Later, he took his belongings all the way to Dengzhou, which is now Taiyan. He kept his name anonymously and started a wine-making business relying on the wine recipes that countless winemakers worked hard to jointly develop."
"However, in order not to be discovered, he did not dare to expand his business. The family just guarded one shop and passed it down from generation to generation."
At this point, Chu Heng smacked his lips, with a look of unfinished expression on his face, recalling: "The wine I drank is the palace wine passed down from Li Hun's lineage. Its name is Luminous Cup, and it is brewed according to the ancient method. , the color is like the brightest ruby in the world, and the taste is also very similar to the character of our Chinese people, restrained, low-key, humble and polite. It not only has the aroma of various fruits, but also has some violet aroma, mellow, delicate, and long!"
“The best thing is that when I took a sip from the luminous cup, the rich and long taste gave me the illusion that I was not drinking wine, but was savoring a thousand-year history. That feeling , it’s really amazing.”
"Gudong!"
Following Chu Heng's description, some people who were good at wine couldn't help but swallow their saliva, wanting to taste how wonderful this ancient palace wine that had been passed down for thousands of years really tasted.
“Keun Suk!”
Clive said expectantly: "Tell me, where can I buy that... um, the wine called Luminous Cup? I can't help but try it!"
"Yes, yes, where is this wine?" Malkin also echoed.
"Sorry, you can't buy it." Chu Heng sighed and shrugged: "As you know, in the past few years, China has experienced wars, and many inheritances were lost at that time. Unfortunately, Ye Guang The cup of wine is one of them.”
"And the bottle I drank was passed down thirty years ago. If you want to drink it, it depends on your luck. You may encounter it one day."
"Damn it!"
"Oh my god!"
"Oh my God, you bastard must have done this on purpose!"
"Fake! Chu, you are so bad. Since this kind of wine is gone, why do you still say it? Do you know how painful this is for me!"
The foreigners, whose curiosity had been completely aroused, were holding their heads in pain. Although it was mostly a performance, there was still a bit of true emotion shown.
They really want to try it.
"Haha, didn't I want to share it with you?" Chu Heng looked at them with a smile, feeling that these foreigners were quite pitiful.
There is really very little swearing.
Listen, it's not God, God, bastard, damn, these things, it's oh, Fuck, oh, Shet, oh, Kangmawude.
Ah, I almost forgot, I also have an erection for both of you.
So poor.
In this way, even half of Chu Hengxian's tongue could scold them to death, and he could also guarantee not to bring the same thing within two hours!
