Nie Lamu couldn't help but show interest, "What kind of wine is it? It's so precious?"
"It was brewed by my mother when I was born." Qing Luo lowered her eyes, "I have not inherited my mother's appearance, and my father is not very fond of me. She did not expect me to enter the palace in the early years. She only wanted to marry me to someone who treats me sincerely, and the wine will be used as a dowry."
Nie Lamu almost jumped up, "You didn't drink with him, but you took advantage of me?"
"That's because... You don't know the name of the wine." Qing Luo smiled, lit the small stove skillfully, and then quietly scalded the wine.
Nie Lamu took the cup and took a sip. Wedding wine, I thought it would be extremely sweet and soft, but I was stunned when I tasted it.
That wine was very strong.
Like a burning knife used to resist the severe cold in the north, it burns directly to my heart.
"Are you sure she got it right? This wine is obviously not brewed in the south." Nie Lamu covered his mouth and drank the wine in one go, and his body slowly warmed up. "If not, then your mother is really a wonderful person. With such a wine, how can the mother-in-law give power to her son-in-law?"
"No," Qing Luo's face was hidden in the dark, and his expression could not be seen clearly. Only his voice was clear and light, which seemed particularly empty, "This wine is called 'Chang Huan'."
The aroma of the wine slowly comes up, leaving a lingering fragrance on your teeth and cheeks.
Nie Lamu's expression froze for a moment, then he put down his wine glass, and then said in a low voice, "No wonder you didn't want to go with him."
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