This self-punishment is naturally a punishment for wine. Because they are all daughters' homes, Wei Jia asked the maid to bring osmanthus wine and put a pot on each table.

Not to mention the aroma of osmanthus wine, the smell of this wine is not too sweet. If it weren't for those who couldn't drink, even if they drank a pot, they wouldn't be intoxicating.

As the master, Wei Jia started with her.

The maid blindfolded her eyes with a handkerchief and started knocking with a small drum hammer: "Dongdongdongdong..."

When the drum beat sounded, Wei Jia passed the peony flowers in her hand to Princess Liufang beside her.

The princess held the peony flower and passed it to the noble girl at another table.

"Haha..." The noble girls who received the flowers were busy passing the flowers in their hands to another person.

Song Ziyu looked at the flowers that were about to be delivered to him, and her heart beat as fast as a drum beat.

She hoped that the drum beats would stop when the flowers were transmitted to her, because she had no goods in her stomach and was afraid that the flowers would fall to her, so she could not read the poem. If so, she would have to be ridiculed.

After a while, the flower was transferred to Song Ziyu. She was busy trying to transfer the flower in her hand to the next table, and the drum beat stopped.

Seeing this, Zhu Xiuhe and several noble ladies looked at Song Ziyu with a look of waiting and watching jokes.

Song Ziyu looked at the red peony flowers in her hand and frowned and thought bitterly. Mr. Kong once taught her poems.

However, she hasn't learned a few poems in total, so how could she think of poems related to flowers?

Zhu Xiuhe looked at her and laughed: "If you can't think of it, don't think about it anymore. Come and punish yourself!"

Zhang Huixin also covered her lips and smiled: "It seems that your gentleman has not only not taught you idioms, but also taught you poetry!"

"Maybe no wonder sir. Maybe someone is stupid, and he can't teach him no matter how hard he teaches him!"

When Song Ziyu was ridiculed by Zhu Xiuhe and others, she became more and more unable to think of any poems.

While she was embarrassed and upset, she suddenly remembered the poems she taught her to recite when she was young, when she was sitting in the house, looking at the white snow and red plums outside.

She thought about it carefully, then swallowed her saliva, and chanted hesitantly: "There are several plum branches in the corner of the wall, Ling Han bloomed alone, I know it is not snow, because there is a faint fragrance."

After chanting, her heart was as if she was pounding, and she didn't know if she was chanting correctly.

She actually said a poem related to flowers! Zhu Xiuhe curled her lips in disappointment, "I'm afraid no one doesn't know this poem!"

When Song Ziyu heard Zhu Xiuhe say this, she knew that she had not recited wrongly and breathed a sigh of relief.

"Dongdongdongdong..."

The drum sounded again, and the peony flowers began to spread again.

This time when the drums stopped, the peony flowers fell into Zhu Xiuhe's hands.

She raised her chin and looked at Song Ziyu and said, "There are thousands of pear blossoms and snow trees, and the willows are thousands of smoke."

Song Ziyu thought about it for a long time before remembering the poem. If you do it again, you may not be able to read the poem related to flowers.

After the flowers passed by again, they fell into Song Ziyu's hands again.

Song Ziyu held the flowers in her hand and couldn't remember the poems related to flowers.

She bit her lip and picked up the wine glass.

Zhu Xiuhe naturally would not miss any opportunity to laugh at her, "Oh, can't you think of this?"

"That's right, we haven't read a few songs!"

"It seems that Miss Song only knows one poem."

Song Ziyu's face turned red with anger, but she couldn't say anything to refute. She had to pick up the wine glass and drink the wine in the glass all in one go.

"Dongdongdongdong..."

I don’t know if Song Ziyu was lying on her back. After a round of transmission, the drum sound stopped again after the flower fell into her hands.

But after two glasses of wine, her face was already red.

After two more rounds of transmission, two noble ladies said poems related to the flowers, the flower fell into Song Ziyu's hands twice, and she drank two glasses in a row.

Every time I drink, I have to be ridiculed by Zhu Xiuhe and others.

Song Ziyu is young and can't drink alcohol. After drinking four glasses of wine, her head has begun to faint.

She supported the table with her elbows, held her face as red as the sunset with her hands, and looked at others with blurred eyes.

When the flowers were delivered to her, she did not reach out to pick them up, and threw them directly on her table.

Song Ziyu looked at the flowers on the table and did not move for a long time.

"Miss, please pass it!" Hongyu, who was standing behind her to serve, whispered.

"Translation?" Song Ziyu held her chin with one hand and picked up the peony flowers on the table. At this moment, the drum beat stopped again.

Zhu Xiuhe laughed and said, "Song Ziyu is you again, don't think about it anymore. You can't think of it anymore. Drink it quickly!"

The flower order has been passed for less than half an hour. The noble girls next to them have read poems related to flowers. They have not drunk half of their mouthfuls, and Song Ziyu has been drinking.

Wei Jia looked at Song Ziyu who was obviously drunk and frowned and said, "Forget it! Miss Song is already drunk, so don't let her drink it!"

She is young, and if she is drunk and does something extraordinary, it is hard for her master to explain.
Chapter completed!