Chapter Fifty-One: The Poetic Exposition Meeting

  Without a word, she smiled first, accompanied by a pungent fragrance that rushed to the nose. Zhang Mama's soft and plump body twisted into the door, holding a round tray in her hand, on which was placed an exquisite wine pot and three wine cups.

  "Master Wang, come, this is the oldest vintage Fen wine that I have treasured for a long time, it's not easy to get! " Zhang Mama put the wine on the table, filled the cups of Gao Xing and Wang Yan, then sat down next to Wang Yan.

  Neither the aroma of the dishes nor the fragrance on Zhang's mother could cover up that faint, mellow wine scent.

  "Oh?" Wang Yun's eyes lit up, like a cat smelling fish, and he laughed happily: "How did Zhang Mama bring out such good wine today? Is it because this young master is handsome and has a big face?"

  Zhang's mother gave Wang Yun a glance and said, "Young Master Wang, you rarely invite people to drink, so I naturally won't be slow. Besides, High Young Master is a talented and extraordinary person, not an ordinary person. My humble business will still need your care in the future!"

  This Fen wine is produced in Shaanxi, and it was truly famous throughout the world during the Northern Qi period of the Northern and Southern Dynasties. Emperor Wu of Northern Qi, Gao Yan, loved this wine and personally wrote a poem to praise it, making Fen wine a tribute wine for the imperial court, which was recorded in the Twenty-Four Histories and thus became renowned far and wide. From this, we can see how precious this Fen wine is, and also shows the respect that Zhang Mama has for Wang Yan and Gao Xing.

  Emperor Wu of Northern Qi, personal name Gao Dan, was the fourth emperor of the Chinese dynasty Northern Qi. He was the ninth son of Emperor Wenxuan of Northern Wei and Empress Wucheng, and a younger brother of Emperor Xiaozhao of Northern Wei.

  Wang Yun furrowed his brow and said, "If Aunt Zhang says so, then this young master is indeed drinking scalding wine!"

  "Then don't drink it!" Zhang's mother's face slightly stiffened as she was about to take away the wine cup in front of Wang Yun.

  "What's going on?" Wang Yun hastily covered his wine cup, with a worried face, which made Zhang's mother roll her eyes wildly.

  "Two young masters, this is the first cup of wine. I toast to your future success and prosperity! May you soar to great heights and advance step by step!" Madam Zhang's slender hands delicately lifted the small wine cup in front of her, smiling warmly as she gazed at Gao Xing and Wang Yan, her voice soft and gentle.

  "Thank you, Aunt Zhang. I also wish your business will be more prosperous and thriving!" Wang said with a smile, holding up his wine cup.

  "Then I'll wish Aunt Zhang eternal youth and a beauty that surpasses flowers!"

  "Old Master Gao is indeed eloquent!" As soon as Chapter Mom heard this, her heart burst into bloom, and after drinking the wine in her cup, she let out a "heh heh" giggle, like a flower branch trembling with excitement. With the addition of the wine and a layer of pink makeup on her skin, her eyes became even more moist and provocative, stimulating the secretion of male hormones.

  Delighted, he felt a slight burning sensation in his chest, thinking to himself that this woman was extraordinary. He tilted his head and poured the contents of the cup into his mouth, the cool and mellow wine entering his stomach, with a hint of warmth, but even more soothing, making him feel refreshed all over.

  Her mother's skin was as white as snow, with delicate features and a beautiful face, although not as stunning as Zhao Jing, but only slightly inferior. However, her figure was full and explosive, bold and charming, like a ripe peach, exuding an enticing aura from every part of her body. From her smooth and round skin, her shiny black hair showed no signs of aging. Only occasionally, a hint of vicissitudes slipped through her eyes, revealing that she was no longer young.

  There is no woman who does not wish to be admired by others and to remain forever young, especially for women who are no longer young.

  Gao Xing was originally handsome and outstanding, with a warm smile on his face that made people feel at ease. Wearing a white outfit that fluttered in the wind, he had an extraordinary air about him that made people want to get close to him. Zhang Mama unconsciously fixed her gaze on this young man who spoke very little, especially on those eyes that were as calm as a lake and as deep as the ocean.

  As the madam of Zuiyuelou, Zhang Mama was a seasoned and knowledgeable person who had seen many people. She knew almost all the young masters in Ye City, but she had never met Gaoxing before, which made her even more curious about his background.

  It was also because of this that Zhang's mother had developed a pair of sharp eyes, and the extraordinary composure on Gaoxing's body made her admire him even more, and she realized that this young man's future prospects were immeasurable. Therefore, Zhang's mother took out the precious Fen wine, firstly to make friends with Wang Yan and Gaoxing, and secondly to deepen her understanding of Gaoxing through conversation.

  "Alas, a new generation replaces the old, it's truly heart-wrenching!" Wang Yan changed to a dejected expression and let out a long sigh.

  "Oh, my prince, my heart is with you, what's the hurry? I'll make it up to you!" Zhang Mama leaned against Wang Du, coquettishly, and gently brought the wine cup to his lips.

  Wang Yong smiled and drank the wine, provoking another white eye from Zhang's mother.

  "The two young masters can take their time, I won't disturb you anymore. If there's anything to instruct, just let the maids outside know!" After joking with Gao Xing and Wang Yan for a moment, Zhang Mama got up and bid farewell.

  "Wang Yong asked: "Zhang Mama, is there any program in Drunken Moon Building tonight?"

  "Prince Wang hasn't come for several days, has he forgotten? Tonight is the night of the poetry meeting at Drunken Moon Tower, which takes place every three days!"

  "Ah, so that means I can see Miss Lihua again tonight!" Wang Yun's eyes lit up at the words.

  Zhang's mother didn't respond, but instead gave the two of them a flirtatious glance before turning around and walking out the door, leaving behind the fragrance that lingered on her body.

  "Brother Gao, come and try this! The dishes at Zui Yue Lou are the best in Ye City!" Wang Lin enthusiastically served Gao a dish while introducing the various courses on the table.

  Delighted and without hesitation, he nodded while eating. The dishes at Drunken Moon Tower were indeed exquisite, with a perfect balance of color, aroma, and flavor. However, they were slightly inferior to those made by Zheng's mother. But what delighted him was probably the love from his mother that accounted for a larger share.

  A man's emotions develop especially quickly at the wine table. He Xing and Wang Yan clinked glasses, had a big feast, and their feelings became much closer. Under Wang Yan's entanglement, 13-year-old He Xing unfortunately became "Xing Ge" in 15-year-old Wang Yan's mouth. He Xing did not reject this, although his soul was actually much older than He Xing, but the dull and monotonous life of his previous body made He Xing not want to recall it. Since he wanted to be reborn and integrate into this world, he also regarded himself as a 13-year-old boy, seeking the passion and pride of youth.

  Besides, although Wang Yan seems to be invisible and shapeless, Gao Xing can feel his sincerity from the bottom of his heart. Moreover, Wang Yan does not have the bad habit of being arrogant and bossy like Gao A Junfeng, which makes Gao Xing happy to interact with him.

  Happy and Wang Yan got drunk to the point of being dizzy and disoriented, with no light in their eyes. In the end, Wang Yan, who claimed to be able to drink a thousand cups without getting drunk, was directly knocked under the table by Happy, while Happy only showed slight signs of intoxication, still looking radiant. Happy had originally wanted to take Wang Yan back to Song Hui's mansion, but Wang Yan refused to leave, insisting on waiting until nightfall to see the beauty of Liu Hua at Drunken Moon Tower. Happy had no choice but to help Wang Yan onto the bed and sat alone by the table, staring out the window at the gradually bustling streets, lost in thought.

  Waiting is always dull and torturous, especially when one is eager. He wished he could immediately storm into the imperial palace, behead Gao Wei, and seize power from Northern Qi. But Gao Yan knew clearly that this would be the most foolish approach.

  Although many people in Northern Qi were waiting for Gao Wei's death, once Gao Wei died suddenly, the Northern Qi regime would be thrown into great chaos. At a time when external enemies are watching with eager eyes, such an event is extremely dangerous. If Chen and Northern Zhou, as well as the Turks to the north, take advantage of the situation to attack, the already rotten Northern Qi will inevitably collapse instantly and fall into someone else's hands.

  At this time, Gao was in Ye City, under the surveillance of Gao Wei and others. He did not dare to make any rash moves, but could only deeply hide his intentions, silently waiting for the opportunity to come, and then burst out suddenly.

  "Ah!" A low voice rose up, interrupting Gaoxing's reverie.

  At some unknown time, the golden crow sinks in the west and the jade rabbit rises in the east. The clouds at the edge of the sky are dyed with a golden color, casting a layer of golden light on the earth, which is very beautiful.

  "Brother Wang, you're awake!" exclaimed Gao excitedly and anxiously as he looked at Wang Du.

  Wang Yun looked at his happy eyes with a bewildered expression, still feeling the effects of last night's drinking. He shook his head gently and struggled to get up, only then did he start to feel more clear-headed.

  "Brother Xing is so talented, I'm ashamed to be inferior! Ah, it's already late? The poetry meeting hasn't started yet?" Wang Yan got down from the bed and looked at Xing with admiration. Seeing the dark sky outside the window, he couldn't help but ask anxiously.