Chapter 196

"Brother, come here, this is the fine wine I brought from the Western Regions. Do you know wine?"

"All of them are top-quality grapes, and then dried in the cellar to allow its sugar to accumulate continuously."

"Then through fermentation, the wine is mellow and not intoxicating."

Alando was like a child from a poor family, taking out the food he had treasured for a long time.

Hoping to get Shen Wuming's praise.

The main reason is that Shen Wuming has spent a lot of money to get closer to the two of them during this period.

Alando did not take the money he was going to give at first, and he changed his way later.

That is wine!

No man who has been on the battlefield can refuse fine wine, especially the distilled wine he made.

Ever since Alando was drunk by him, he has been thinking about the distilled wine he brought out.

But he never competes with him in drinking.

Every time he went to the Zuo Da Duwei Mansion, Alando would make all kinds of wines with Western characteristics.

Or beverages.

Although it was called wine, in Shen Wuming's opinion, it was no different from a drink.

The alcohol content... let's not talk about it.

"Okay, okay, wine is good."

Shen Wuming intended to get closer to the two, but he didn't think about getting him drunk.

As the two drank, there were a few beauties from the Western Regions playing music and singing beside them.

If we talk about refinement, it pales in comparison with the Central Plains.

However, the exotic style in it can still tickle the itch of young people.

Each of them has fair skin, like milk, but slightly rough, which is the trace of wind and sand.

And the big green eyes, watery, like the color of amber.

Most importantly, it's coquettish!

Women from the Central Plains, even in brothels, still dress conservatively, at most showing their arms and legs.

But these women from the Western Regions only wear a short skirt, a tube top, and then white arms and belly.

There were a lot of gold and silver ornaments on their bodies, and there were jingling accompaniments when they played and sang.

"How is it?"

Seeing Shen Wuming was stunned, Alando was quite pleased, "I just transferred this from the Tiele tribe."

"Big brother has good taste."

Shen Wuming turned around and praised him heavily, "If you want me to say it, just two words."

"What words?" Alando raised his eyebrows, quite complacent and expectant.

"Awesome!"

Shen Wuming slowly uttered the two words, as if he was a demon in lust, his eyes never left their waists.

"Hahaha!"

Alando laughed loudly, and he had been inferior to Shen Wuming for a long time, and finally he got back a game.

While the two were talking and laughing, the dance of the band suddenly changed, and the sound suddenly became sharp.

"Zheng..."

The pipa strings were plucked to the extreme, and then suddenly loosened, and the sound was like piercing clouds and cracking rocks.

Then the other instruments also changed their style, as if they were surrounded by ambushes, and a momentum surged.

The momentum of the battlefield!

"Bang bang!"

The drums sounded, and the dances of those Western beauties became more vigorous and more majestic.

And as they slowly retreated to both sides, a space was left in the middle.

Shen Wuming raised his eyebrows, a little confused, "What the hell is going on? There are so many changes?"

"Just watch."

Alando smiled, but did not explain, but kept it a secret.

Just when the prelude was basically coming to an end, the bead curtain slowly opened to both sides automatically.

Then a string of silver bells sounded, and a dazzling figure slowly walked in, with a jingling sound on his body.

A pair of slightly dark but extremely graceful arms swung, and the silver ornaments on them made a crisp sound.

As the figure slowly approached, Shen Wuming saw clearly that it was Alanduoduo who performed in person.

At this time, Alan Duoduo was wearing silver jewelry, inlaid with many colorful gems and exquisitely carved gold and silver.

Her skin was slightly dark, but extremely smooth and delicate, and some totems were outlined on her face with oil paint.

She was wearing only a bra and a short skirt, just like those beauties in the Western Regions.

Her legs were not slender, but extremely elegant and powerful. She walked with a strong vitality.

Her smooth collarbone, smooth shoulders, and sexy and wild dance.

Like a wild cat, Shen Wuming was stunned for a while. Is this girl so beautiful?

"Is this... my niece?"

Shen Wuming was a little stunned. He didn't expect that Alan Duoduo, who was always fierce, could have such a posture.

Alan Duo smiled proudly, "Didn't you write a poem for her two days ago? She liked it very much."

"So today I knew you were coming, and I told me that I wanted to dance to thank you."

Shen Wuming remembered that Alan Duoduo had to pester him to write a poem praising her two days ago.

Shen Wuming had countless poems about beauties in his mind. In order to overthrow the King of Wei, he put all his efforts into it.

He wrote one.

At that time, Alan Duoduo looked indifferent. I didn't expect her to be so sincere and even danced for him to thank her.

"Alas, this niece is thoughtful."

Shen Wuming sighed with a complicated expression.

These people on the grassland are easy to deal with, but not easy to deal with. It's not something that can be explained in one sentence.

Alando didn't think so. "What's the big deal? It's okay. You can just write another poem later."

"Anyway, you are a great talent. You have a lot of knowledge. Just write something. It's enough for us to learn."

Shen Wuming was also very interested at this time. He picked up the paper and pen next to him and wrote a poem.

"Grape wine in the luminous cup, the pipa urges me to drink!"

"Don't laugh at me sleeping drunk on the battlefield. How many people have returned from the battles since ancient times?"

This poem is actually a bit unsuitable, but it is for Shen Wuming.

After all, there is no battlefield.

But it is different in the eyes of Alando and Alando.

After all, Shen Wuming has never been on the battlefield, but the two of them have crawled out of the battlefield.

Give the two a feeling.

That is, this poem was not written by Shen Wuming for himself, but for the two of them.

Alando read it out word by word, and when he read the latter part, his voice was high and powerful.

Alando, who was dancing, couldn't help but slow down his movements and listened carefully.

Even she was mumbling to herself.

"Don't laugh at me sleeping drunk on the battlefield, how many people have ever returned from the battles since ancient times."

The reason why Alando was able to fight to the current position among a group of barbarians was not because of Alando's favor.

It was because she had killed people with a knife when she was only a teenager, and she had made great achievements in the war.

But who knew that before every battle, she never thought about being able to go back.

This poem seemed to be her!