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Mo Dou was very successful in finding a job, so successful that when the cavalry entered Yongcheng vigorously, he realized that he was not prepared for the next historical development at all, and for some reason, Zhao Ji seemed very anxious. She arranged the crowning ceremony at After ten days, Mo Dou was caught off guard...

In fact, there is still a little preparation, Mo Dou has prepared Ying Zheng's coming-of-age ceremony - distilled wine.

In later generations, there is a saying that drunkenness relieves thousands of worries. Mo Dou thought that maybe getting Yingzheng drunk would save Yingzheng from killing a few people. Killing 27 ministers in a row is too many, and his reputation will not be washed away. , if this kind of thing really happens, Mo Dou doesn't even know how to face Ying Zheng. It's not that he can't accept Ying Zheng's murder. Kill the innocent.

You know, if you stand on the standpoint of those ministers, there is nothing wrong with their behavior, especially after Yingzheng executed more than a dozen or twenty people, they still went on and on, and they can be called loyal and brave ministers. Sprinkle it all on others, his behavior is not incomprehensible, but wrong is wrong.

If you make a mistake, you have to correct it. Mo Dou can't stop Lao Ai from forcing the palace, but he can try to make the result better...

After confirming that the grains in the urn did not turn sour and smelly after being fermented with water, but indeed turned into wine, Mo Dou poured them into the self-made glass still, although the glass still contained large and small There are small air bubbles, but after years of firing the umbrella, the slightly thick green color has become lighter, which is more in line with the transparent glass in the memory of the ink fountain, and it also allows him to see clearly the situation during the distillation inside.

Ignite the bottom and heat it up. After confirming that the whole vessel is working, Mo Dou breathed a sigh of relief, and then just wait. However, although Mo Dou wants to use wine to help Ying Zheng vent his emotions, he can't use it directly. Dedicated to King Qin as a reason.

Not to mention whether the people here can accept this kind of high-strength alcohol, even if they accept this setting, the honest and honest ministers here will scold him half to death.

In the Zhou Dynasty, it was stipulated that drinking wine was allowed to be used for sacrifices and god worship, as well as serving guests in the elderly, but it was forbidden to get drunk and gather people to drink alcohol.Although King Ping of Zhou moved east to Luoyang, rituals and music collapsed, and the prohibition of alcohol in the Zhou Dynasty was like a dead letter, almost no one enforced it, but of course the ministers still did not want a monarch who was greedy for pleasure.

So Mo Dou has to find another reason, but it's not difficult, after all, there are still many benefits of alcohol, so he doesn't worry about it.

Mo Dou sorted out his thoughts, took out Meng Tian's reply letter and read it carefully while waiting for the distilled wine.

He wanted to get in touch with Mao Jiao in advance. It is true that Mao Jiao's persuasion success was foreshadowed by the previous 27 people, but his own eloquence and courage were also factors for his success. Maybe letting him play early could also save some lives.

Meng Tian did not let him down, he sent someone to send Mao Jiao to Yongcheng, although the other party did not do anything out of the ordinary (on the day Mao Jiao was peeping, the escort brother was not acclimatized and had diarrhea...), but Meng Tian still Very carefully arranged manpower to monitor the other party, so when Mo Dou asked Mao Jiao's whereabouts, he immediately gave an exact address, which made Mo Dou very relieved and satisfied, until he saw Meng Tian's last sentence in the letter— —The other party turned the corner and asked him if he liked men, and even advised Mo Dou to leave a descendant no matter what...

If someone had mentioned this to Mo Dou a year ago, Mo Dou would have just scoffed at him. If he didn’t get married, he just couldn’t find a suitable person, and it had nothing to do with his sexuality; but if he had told him about this a few months ago, Mo Dou would have sneered. He would refuse in embarrassment, but the problem is that Mo Dou has a hazy idea now, and Meng Tian's words directly pierced the skylight, so that Mo Dou, who had escaped all the way, had to look directly at this question: did he fall in love with him? Ying Zheng...

This is a very frightening thing, and what is even more frightening is that when Mo Dou asked himself this question, he actually had a feeling of enlightenment...

Mo Dou covered his face, it was ridiculous, why did he like Ying Zheng?Power or money?Or had he been abstinent for too long, so he fell in just one night?Or was he really lonely for too long, so he fell in love with Ying Zheng, who was a little bit in line with his ideas?Or maybe he has been around Ying Zheng for more than ten years, and his heart just turned to Ying Zheng?

With a gloomy face, Mo Dou put the envelope into the fire and watched it burn into a ball of flame.

If you like it, you will like it. Mo Dou is not someone he doesn't recognize, but that's all there is to it. Would you like to be a male favourite?He has no such ambition yet!

By the way, can he have a drink in advance?Think of yourself as verifying the alcohol content...

When Yingzheng came to look for the ink fountain at night, he experienced the feeling of not seeing the person and smelling the body first. The room was filled with the smell of wine, and the ink fountain was spread drunk on the ground to count the patterns on the jars, and there were a pile of bottles and jars next to it. There was a pot and a brazier, as if the ink fountain was cooking something, but Ying Zheng glanced over and found nothing, at most there was some liquid.

Ying Zheng frowned and approached Mo Dou, but the other party just looked up at him and continued to count with his head down. Ying Zheng could only hear some mumbled voices in a daze: "Up, not up... up, not up... "

Ying Zheng loosened his eyebrows, thinking that Mo Dou's appearance was quite amusing, and asked, "Are you going to make it?"

"Up...not up..." Mo Dou frowned and tilted his head to think for a while, then waved his hand, "Let... let me finish counting!"

So Ying Zheng watched Mo Dou counting around the jar again...

Adhering to the principle of not being serious with alcoholics, Ying Zheng sat next to him very cooperatively, angrily and amusedly watching Mo Dou's rare stupid look: "I thought Mo Dou wouldn't get drunk."

Ying Zheng has seen Mo Dou drink, but only once, because Mo Dou has a high capacity for alcohol and cannot get drunk, so he is no longer willing to drink, but Ying Zheng doesn't understand why he must be drunk after drinking.

"The alcohol content here is so low, how could I get drunk..." Mo Dou paused, his drowsy mind suddenly realized that his body seemed to be an original product from ancient times... So he approached Ying Zheng mysteriously and said , "Tell you a secret, I found out that Max was wrong..."

Ying Zheng sniffed the strong and stimulating smell of wine, raised his eyebrows, and waited for the alcoholic to say something, but the other party only said something unclear: "I found that matter cannot determine consciousness."

Ying Zheng looked at Mo Dou seriously: "Really?"

"No!" Mo Dou seemed to realize something again, and immediately vetoed his own words: "Marx said again... Consciousness has an active effect on matter..."

Ying Zheng understood the general idea, so he commented on Marx: "This person is cunning."

"This is called dialectics," Mo Dou said indignantly, his face full of confusion, "You understand again, how did you understand..."

Yingzheng looked at Mo Dou suspiciously: "I don't really understand, but Dou would like to tell me what kind of character this Marx is?"

"Marx..." Mo Dou suddenly became excited, and even threw aside the crock pot he was holding in his hand for counting patterns just now. He just wanted to explain when he looked at Shang Yingzheng, but he stopped again, and then bowed his head He picked up the jar again, "You are not allowed to look at me like this!"

Ying Zheng was simply baffled: "Why, is it wrong for me to like this?"

"No reason, why do you like to look at me so much?"

"Because it looks good."

Mo Dou didn't speak. He held the jar and looked at Ying Zheng in shock. He probably didn't expect the other party to say such a thing, but Ying Zheng didn't care. Another magical place, so I like watching Dou."

……

Mo Dou looked at Ying Zheng in a daze. At this moment, he finally knew why he fell in love with Ying Zheng.

At the beginning, Mo Dou knew where he came from, but as time passed, he doubted his memory more and more. He suspected that it was just a dream. In the process of integrating into the ancient environment, everything about oneself was selectively forgotten.

But with the passage of time, Mo Dou began to suspect that the Baidu in his mind was all his own imagination. For a while, he even kept proving his own mental normality, and this kind of thing would only become more and more doubtful. .

But Ying Zheng's eyes can tell him that he is indeed from another world, not his imagination or just a dream, even if Mo Dou feels that he is a mentally abnormal person trying to go crazy, Ying Zheng accompanies him to go crazy together...

When Ying Zheng has become Mo Dou's salvation, how can Mo Dou control himself not to like or even fall in love with each other?

Mo Dou, who found that he couldn't get rid of Ying Zheng, held the jar and burst into tears. Ying Zheng, who didn't know why, was at a loss and helpless.

By the way, how are you going to sleep tonight...

In the end, it was Mo Dou who was tired from crying, hiccupped and fell unconscious on the ground. Ying Zheng couldn't help him wash up, so he carried him to the bed and fell asleep, but the next day he brought him With the smell of alcohol, he went to the Qinian Palace to prepare for the coming-of-age ceremony.

Then, there was a rumor that the king of Qin got a kind of wine, the color is as clear as crystal, the fragrance is as pure as orchid, and the taste is mellow but not intoxicating. Drinking it can relieve thousands of worries and enjoy eternal happiness.

Ying Zheng: ...Why didn't I know there was this...

Mo Dou: How do you know there is this? !