Zhou Huan got drunk again, but this time it was not because he ate a bite of fermented glutinous rice dumplings, but because the porridge he ate contained glutinous rice wine.
Yushi's concubine said that the fermented glutinous rice is the fermented rice wine.
Zhou Huan, who was a little beggar when he was a child and lived in hiding for ten years after growing up, nodded ignorantly, indicating that he had gained more knowledge. Then the tableware shook and he fell drunk.
Fortunately, although the drink was not bad, the wine was not bad, so she took it home obediently.
Burying his furry head on Yin Jun's shoulder, he groaned aggrievedly and said pitifully: "... A Jing, it's really embarrassing to drink one cup..."
Concubine Yushi looked at him.
Zhou Huan keenly caught the smile in his eyes and struggled: "You made fun of me. I don't even remember when I was drunk. How did I know that I would be drunk? Wuwuwu..."
Concubine Yu Shi held his arm and said seriously: "Don't make trouble."
Zhou Huan stopped moving: "Can you woo woo?"
"That's not possible either."
Zhou Huan: "..."
Still a little Taoist priest with a little sun type x Qing Leng Yinjun.
There are bg/bl/gl, slightly fantasy, referencing "Shan Hai Jing", "Huainan Zi" and other things, and there are a lot of private settings.
Because there are too many words, I told the editor to open a second book and continue writing. For details, click on the column tree. The previous book was all about anecdotes, but this one will slowly write down the main story.
Intention: Immortal caress my head, knot my hair and receive immortality
