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When he stepped into the restaurant, A Qiu shook slightly in the white light, bringing some silver Chun Xue.
Someone is waiting for him in the restaurant. As soon as he came in, the man quickly got up and smiled.
"It smells good!" He smelled the wine on the table.
The taste of wine is very strange, more fragrant than the nectar he usually drinks in the palace, and it is not very strong.
"Wang Ye, this is the plum wine from Cao Min's hometown. I brought it to Wang Ye to taste it." The man bowed down and answered.
"Green plum?" He raised his eyebrows. "Oh, I know, I often see girls eating dried plums, pickled with salt and sugar, sour and sweet, but I have never seen fresh plums."
"The weather in Beijing is cold, and this kind of fruit is really rare, but in my hometown Changzhou, it is all over the mountains."
Changzhou?' This place name changed his face slightly.
"Has the sovereign been to Changzhou?" The other party noticed his strangeness and asked tentatively.
"Of course I do ..." He paused and thoughtfully replied, "My aunt lives in Changzhou."
"oh? What a coincidence! I wonder if your majesty is interested in going to Changzhou again? The grass people will go there to do business next month. If the prince is free, he can go with the grass people. "
"I haven't been there for years ..." He suddenly sighed. "I'm afraid. ...