I Own a Garden with One Hundred Herbs

The owner of the villa is called Yuan Xian.

Hearing Yuan Xian's words, dressed in red, his brows and eyes were slightly raised, and the unruly and cold boy also looked over. He is the honored guest of Yanjing, Ying Zhefeng known as the Crazy Frontier King.

The incense burner by the lake stood bowed, humbly and respectfully, "Mr. Hui, it was ordered by the Bai girl in charge tonight. She said that there are more mosquitoes in summer, and I am afraid that it will spoil the interest of the nobleman. The smoke of wormwood is small, and it can drive away the air." Mosquitoes work best."

Yuan Xian and Ying Zhefeng looked at each other, the small details are enough to show their intentions. "Okay, well done."

The people who made the incense were taken aback, because they knew that the master seldom praised others.

Then there was a piano sound in the gazebo. Only one person and one qin, the sound of the qin is ethereal, the graceful singer in Zhuangzi opened her red lips lightly, and sang:

The days are so short, and the hundred years are full of suffering.

The sky is vast, and ten thousand kalpas are extremely long.

...

It is "Duan Ge Xing" written by Li Taibai.

Thanks to Baicaoshi in the previous life, I watched a lot of ancient puppet and old saying TV series, and I still remember some classic plots and famous scenes, and now I have moved them to direct and act.

Yuan Xian listened, and pondered for a moment, "It's good to say 'Beidou drinks fine wine, and persuades the dragons to have a cup. Wealth and honor are not what you want, and you stay with others in the light'. So much love for this scene, and the true meaning of it can only be known after careful tasting. "

Ying Zhefeng sat down in front of the table, his body still half slanted, "Yuan Taozhu, you are an elegant person, I just think it's interesting after hearing it."

It's very interesting to say that Yuan Xian is a businessman who deals with copper stink all day long, but Ying Zhefeng says he is elegant; while Ying Zhefeng is a prince in the world, he is dignified and respected, but he does not have such poetic charm.

"It's interesting to win one less sentence, that's a huge affirmation." Yuan Xian glanced at his happy face.

Huanyan covered her mouth and smiled: "Sir told me to cooperate fully. So I will do whatever Miss Bai says. This is all her ingenuity."

"Then, let's have a seat."

Huanyan clapped her hands above her head, and a servant was holding a tray with a small wine bottle and two luminous cups on it, muttering something.

"Green Ant's new fermented grain wine, red clay small jug. The weather is fine in the evening, can you have a glass? Please taste this glass of red yeast wine that invigorates the spleen and eliminates food first."

The red koji wine is bright red, poured into a luminous cup, it will add a more attractive aroma.

Yuan Xian twirled the wine glass with his slender fingers, and felt more interested in the people behind the scenes who planned today's strategy. "I claim to have read a few sage books, but I haven't heard any of what you chanted or sang today. This is really ignorant and ignorant."

If Baicao Poetry is present, you must shout, even if you are so talented, how can you compare to Li Bai, the poet fairy, and Bai Juyi, the king of poetry in the Tang Dynasty?

"Win less, please!"

The two took a sip of wine each.

Ying Zhefeng said: "This red yeast rice wine is said to have a pot of one thousand taels of silver in Yanjing. Yuan Taozhu entertained it with this. I have to taste it carefully."

"It's okay, just win and have fun."

Next, start serving.

"Snow foam milk flower floating half cup, Polygonum velvet and Artemisia annua try jade plate. Please enjoy."

This is a plate of cold dishes, made in the form of a vegetable salad, with a few small goji berries scattered among them. Between the jade plates, the red ones are redder and the green ones are greener. After Yuan Xian tasted it, he felt sour and refreshing.

"how?"

If Ying Zhefeng doesn't say anything, it's tasteless.

Huan Yan looked at Ying Zhefeng with concern. She gestured and served the second course.

"Ice bowl of lotus root with red hands, lotus root bowl with ice red hands. Please taste the ice lotus root that nourishes the body, nourishes the mind, and strengthens energy."

This plate was also a cold dish, served by a cardamom woman, who held a jade bowl filled with ice cubes and shredded lotus root with her ruddy hands. The jade bowl filled with ice cubes and shredded lotus root chilled her ruddy hands.

Yuan Xian exclaimed brilliantly. "Ice lotus root is praised, and palindrome poems are even more praised. It is because there are poems in the meal, medicine in the meal, and paintings in the meal."