The Dark Prince's Special Forces Concubine

Fortunately, Su Yunhao couldn't hear Ye Nanli's inner thoughts, otherwise he would have been shocked: Since when did his friend who always has a coffin face have such rich thoughts?

Mu Qingqing talked to a few people about modern business, and saw that they were almost sober. Then she picked up the red wine and poured one third of the red wine into each of the four high-heeled glasses.

Nangong Qi picked up the red wine glass and stared at it for a long while with a scrutinizing look. His right hand trembled a few times, and he asked Mu Qingqing with trembling voice: "Mu... Brother Mu, this is a glass cup for red wine, right? I was lucky enough to see the glass cups that were tributed to Nanshun Kingdom a few years ago. The clarity is not as high as yours, the wall of the cup is not that thin, and the craftsmanship is not as exquisite as yours."

Ye Nanli was completely numb to Mu Qingqing's frequent use of high-end magical items. But after all, it was her own, so it was worth it!

Recalling that he had destroyed a small tribe around the Northern Desert Kingdom a few years ago, among the spoils was a set of glass cups.

But compared with the several red wine glasses in front of him, that set of glass cups can only be considered cheap goods.

He actually treasured it so much that he placed it in an important storehouse in the palace.

Su Yunhao, like a cat that has stolen some fish, took a sip from the wine glass and imagined happily: What Doctor Mu does must be of high quality. Even the wine glass is so priceless (my friend, you probably have a misunderstanding about priceless. The red wine glass was given to me by Mu Qingqing when she bought red wine from Ali Jiujiu. It seems there are more than four of them...), so how could the wine in the glass be bad?

Mu Qingqing's tender white hands lifted the red wine glass and turned it 360 degrees. She gently sipped the wine on the edge of the glass, letting it slide around her tongue before slowly swallowing it.

How to describe the taste? Compared with the authentic 1982 Lacroix from the previous life, it is a little bit worse, not as soft, and a little bit astringent. But it does not affect the purity of the red wine. For women who love beauty, it is definitely enough to maintain beauty.

So Mu Qingqing drank the red wine slowly and enjoyably, her eyes slightly narrowed, her long curly eyelashes trembling slightly.

After drinking a glass of wine, Mu Qingqing said to the brothers in a good mood: "This red wine is also called grape wine. There is a poem in history that was written specifically for it. Do you want to listen to it?"

"Of course, Brother Mu."

Mu Qingqing straightened her sleeves, stood up, holding the empty wine glass and reciting a poem:

Grape wine luminous glass,

Want to drink Pipa immediately.

Drunk lying on the battlefield, Lord Grim,

Several people have fought in ancient times.

"What a good poem!" The elders in the courtyard pricked up their ears and praised loudly after hearing the poem.

They all felt it deeply. Some even had red eyes and silently wiped away their tears with their sleeves.

This poem by Dr. Mu really touched the hearts of these soldiers.

Ye Nanli and the others all came from the battlefield, and when they heard this poem, they intuitively thought it was written specifically for themselves and the soldiers. (Does my wife know that I came from the army?)

What history specifically wrote this poem for? Nonsense! Several people present here are well-versed in the history of various countries and are extremely smart, so how come they don’t know which book contains this poem?

If there were, this poem, which is comparable to the level of the Immortal Poets and the Sage Poets, would have been circulated long ago.

Nangong Qi raised his glass excitedly and said, "How many men have ever returned from the battles of old! Come, let's drink to the soldiers at the border!"

Su Yunhao also joined in the fun: "Brother Mu, you are not only an excellent doctor, but also a good businessman. Most importantly, you care so much about the soldiers far away in the frontier."

Touching his forehead, Su Yunhao asked helplessly: "Brother Mu, you are so broad-minded, I really admire you! You are so perfect, is there anything you can't do?"

"Haha" Mu Qingqing couldn't help but smile. He was pretending to be too much.

She poured herself another glass of red wine, stuffed a peanut into her mouth, and said slowly, "Yes, but I don't know how to embroider."

God knows that I am a great doctor and an expert in needlework, but I just don’t like ancient embroidery. It gives me a headache…

"That doesn't count. Embroidery is something women do. We are tall and strong men and we should defend our country." Su Yunhao retorted, shaking his head like a rattle.

Ye Nanli was speechless: You are a woman, and you tell her you are a seven-foot man?

Nangong Qi, who knew that Mu Qingqing was a woman, looked at Su Yunhao as if he was a fool: "Master, I know that Doctor Mu is a woman, a woman! But Master won't tell you! Let you continue to be stupid."

"Uh" Mu Qingqing didn't know how to answer. She looked at her own height of less than 170 cm and looked at Su Yunhao blankly. How do you understand a 7-foot man?

Ye Nanli couldn't bear to see his wife being embarrassed, so he stepped forward to help, "Brother Mu, this red wine is really delicious. What do the grapes you are talking about look like?"

At this time, Ali Jiujiu's voice came from my mind: "Host, host, there are actually grapes here. It's just that it's called Pu Yao. It grows in the wild, is small, tastes sour and a little bitter, and people here don't like to eat it."

Mu Qingqing gave Ye Nanli a very sweet smile.

This smile is like a dewdrop under the morning sun, bright and dazzling, dazzling someone's eyes in an instant.

Ye Nanli's heart, which had been frozen for thousands of miles, could not help but beat non-stop. It was the first time that his wife smiled at him, and her smile was so touching.

The red color quickly spread from the tip of his ear, and in the blink of an eye, it dyed his entire handsome face red. The blood in his body seemed to be boiling.

Mu Qingqing didn't know what was going on in Ye Nanli's heart. She looked at Ye Nanli with curved eyes and said in a cute voice, "You all know this grape! It's the Pu Yao that grows on the mountain and no one cares about it."

Su Yunhao's eyes widened, and he asked in surprise, "Pu Yao? You mean the gray, tiny thing in a string? Can you eat it?"

"Can't I eat it?" Mu Qingqing asked back pretending to be confused.

"Pigs won't even eat this, and you think it can be used to make such delicious wine?" Su Yunhao looked at me with an expression that said, "Don't lie to me, I'm not well-educated."

When Nangong Qi was escaping in the wild, he also picked the so-called Pu Yao and ate it when he was hungry. The taste was so bad that I will never forget it!

So he looked at Mu Qingqing in confusion: You keep making up stories.

What else can Mu Qingqing do? To make a lie come true, she has to use endless lies to cover it up. Unless she turns the lie into fact!

So Mu Qingqing slapped her thigh and shouted, "Look at me, I have a pig brain. My head was caught in the door. I just remembered that I asked Chunxiang to bring two bunches of grapes when I came here. Isn't that right, Chunxiang?"

She winked at Chunxiang, who understood immediately, put down the skewers, and said, "Yes, sir. It's at the bottom of the bamboo basket! I'll get it right away."

Knowing that the young lady would definitely follow, Chunxiang turned around and walked slowly towards the kitchen.

Otherwise, I wouldn’t have turned into a grape.

As expected, Mu Qingqing joked, "Little girl, I'll go with you to get it. So that you won't steal it halfway."

After saying that, he bowed to everyone and quickly chased after Chunxiang.

In the big kitchen, Chunxiang took two large plates and stood behind the door, her eyes looking out like searchlights: The secret of the lady's storage ring must not be known to others.

Mu Qingqing directly placed an order for the most common purple grapes from Ali Jiujiu. This time she had learned her lesson and did not dare to buy high-end imported grapes. She was afraid that the quality was too good and she would not be able to get the money back.

Little did people know that even the most ordinary grapes were of supreme quality in another world.

Mu Qingqing was holding a plate of grapes and walked happily into the courtyard, followed by Chunxiang who was also holding a plate of grapes.

The three gentlemen sat in their seats very gracefully, chatting while waiting for Mu Qingqing.

On the white porcelain plate in Mu Qingqing's hand lay a bunch of black and purple fruits with plump grains and water droplets hanging on them, exuding a sweet fragrance.

Nangong Qi was the most impatient one. He went up to the plate and picked one and stuffed it into his mouth: it was juicy and sweet but not greasy. In this cold winter, it has a special flavor after drinking a little wine.

The dog's paw couldn't be stopped and reached for the fruit plate again...

While eating, he couldn't stop talking: "Brother Mu, you call this grape? No, it's Pu Yao that grows on our mountain."

If I hadn't eaten something called Pu Yao before, I would have been fooled by the little liar in front of me.

Apart from the fact that they all grow in a row, what else are they similar?

Do you see its oval shape? Or its sweet and refreshing taste? Or its dark purple color?

Humph, none of them are related.

Mu Qingqing motioned to the other two to try it as well.

A few rough guys at Chunxiang's place each got two.

It was the first time I ate such sweet and delicious fruit. Since there were only two of them, I held them in my mouth one by one, absorbing the sweetness and savoring it slowly. It was like eating delicacies from land and sea, and I was reluctant to swallow them all in one gulp.

Mu Qingqing looked at the cautious scene of the people in the yard with tears in her eyes, her eyes slightly red: such ordinary grapes can make these people feel extremely satisfied. It is really not easy for people to live in this era.

So I secretly vowed in my heart: since I have come here, I must make a contribution. I must try my best to improve the quality of life in this era, at least to make sure that the common people here have enough food and clothing. Only in this way can my journey through time and space be worthwhile.