Sky Curtain: With a vermilion mirror, Jing travels through the modern world, shaking all dynasties.

Chapter 125 This wine was taken from a thousand years in the future!

"Great, great! This temperament, this image, she's exactly like an ancient princess!" The director circled her twice, praising her repeatedly.

Jiang Chuan thought to himself, "Of course! Jingjing is Princess Lin'an of the Ming Dynasty. Just by standing there, even the best actress can't compare to her!"

The first scene is a dialogue where Zhu Jingjing stands in front of a palace set and recites a few lines to the camera.

She was a little nervous at first, and her voice trembled slightly.

But after reciting a couple of lines, she gradually relaxed and managed to perfectly capture the noble demeanor of a royal princess.

When the director yelled "Cut!", he was overjoyed and kept saying "That's a wrap!"

The next scene, in which she sits at her desk and wields her brush, is something Zhu Jingjing is very familiar with.

She picked up her brush, dipped it in ink, and wrote with her wrist suspended, completing the work in one go!

The camera zooms in, revealing the brushstrokes on the paper, steady and powerful, subtly exuding an imperial aura!

The producer, watching from the side, clicked his tongue in amazement: "This handwriting is something that even the stunt doubles in the entire crew couldn't write."

After several dialogue scenes were filmed, the director came over and said with a smile, "Jingjing, there's a wire scene coming up next. Would you like to try it? You don't need to be suspended too high, just two or three meters off the ground. We'll just shoot a few shots."

The little princess looked up at the steel cable that had fallen from the sky, a hint of nervousness flashing in her eyes.

She looked towards the river, seeking his opinion.

"Jingjing, it's okay." Jiang Chuan stepped forward and gently patted her shoulder. "Don't be afraid, it's similar to paragliding, there are ropes to hold you up."

Zhu Jingjing bit her lip and nodded gently.

The staff helped her fasten the harness, buckle it, and checked it over and over again.

Feeling the unfamiliar tightness around her waist, she unconsciously gripped the hem of her skirt.

"Start One—"

The wires slowly tightened, and the little princess's body suddenly felt light, her feet leaving the ground.

She instinctively cried out "Ah!" and gripped the rope around her waist tightly with both hands, her whole body taut like a fully drawn bow.

Lin Xiaoyu, worried, looked up and called out to her, "Jingjing, don't look down, look ahead!"

Zhu Jingjing looked up. The feeling of being suspended in the air was completely different from when she was paragliding.

Although it was somewhat frightening, a sense of excitement was also rising within me!

The Great Ming Dynasty, Fengtian Hall.

Zhu Yuanzhang suddenly stood up, looked up at the sky, and his face was full of horror.

"Jing'er—" he murmured, his voice trembling slightly, "can actually fly through the air without relying on anything external?"

Empress Ma also stood up in shock, staring blankly at her daughter's shadow hanging in mid-air, her heart pounding like a drum, unable to speak for a long time.

Upon closer inspection, one could see a faint line on Zhu Jingjing's side, reflecting sunlight, as thin as a spider's thread, almost indistinguishable without full concentration.

"Chongba, look!" Empress Ma grabbed Zhu Yuanzhang's arm, pointed to the sky, and said, "Jing'er has a thin thread tied around her waist, as fine as a hair!"

Upon hearing this, Zhu Yuanzhang hurriedly looked in the direction indicated and indeed saw a silver thread extending from his daughter's waist upwards, stretching beyond the frame. Where it was attached remained a mystery.

"So it was suspended by a rope." He sat back on his throne. "I was truly shocked to learn that some people in later generations actually possessed the magic to ascend to heaven in broad daylight!"

Empress Ma, still shaken, gently touched her chest. "I was so frightened just now that my legs went weak. Fortunately, upon closer inspection, I was able to see the secret. The artifacts of this era are truly ingenious, able to suspend people in mid-air with threads invisible to the naked eye."

She smiled wryly and said, "But Jing'er is quite bold. Not only is she not afraid, she seems quite pleased."

Zhu Yuanzhang nodded in satisfaction: "That girl is incredibly bold; she's just like me!"

During the Kaiyuan era of the Tang Dynasty.

At the foot of Mount Lu, in a simple inn.

Li Bai stood in front of the inn, having calculated the exact time, around 1-3 PM.

He took a deep breath and reached out to push the door open.

The door opened, revealing a dirt path outside. In the distance, verdant mountains rose in the distance, and wisps of smoke curled from chimneys. Several farmers, carrying hoes, were walking towards the fields.

There was no tavern, nor the young man who called him "Mr. Taibai".

Li Bai stood there blankly for a moment, then slowly closed the door and pushed it open again.

It's still that same dirt road.

Push again and again!

He gave a bitter laugh, leaned against the door frame, and untied the gourd from his waist. He wanted to take a sip to relieve his boredom, but then he remembered that this gourd might be the last Moutai he would ever drink in his life!

He uncorked the bottle, brought it close to his nose, and the elegant and delicate aroma of soy sauce rose gently, as if pulling him back to that dimly lit tavern from later times.

He took a sip, closed his eyes for a long time, and then sighed softly.

"So be it! To be able to travel to that future world and taste this celestial wine is already a blessing from heaven. How can one expect to have one every time?"

He tied the wine gourd back to his waist, straightened his clothes, and strode out of the inn.

Since we cannot go to the afterlife, let's go find old friends and drink together. Brother Haoran happens to be traveling nearby, so let him also taste this delicacy.

At the foot of Mount Lu, there is a tavern by a stream.

Meng Haoran had been traveling around Mount Lu for the past few days. After admiring the mist and clouds of Incense Burner Peak, he found a tavern at the foot of the mountain to rest.

He sat alone by the window, sipping his wine, while the babbling brook outside added to his pleasant mood.

"Brother Haoran!"

A loud laugh came from outside the door. Meng Haoran looked up and saw Li Bai striding in.

"Taibai?" Meng Haoran was both surprised and delighted. He put down his wine cup. "How did you know I was here?"

"I am also in Lushan, staying at an inn at the foot of the mountain. Just now, I heard the innkeeper say that a Master Meng from Xiangyang was drinking here, and I knew that it could only be Brother Haoran!" Li Bai patted his shoulder, sat down opposite him, and solemnly took off the wine gourd and placed it on the table.

Meng Haoran glanced at the gourd and laughed, "What kind of wine is in your gourd? Why are you taking it so seriously?"

Li Bai didn't answer, but simply uncorked the bottle, and a delicate and elegant aroma of soy sauce instantly wafted out, attracting the attention of the patrons at the next few tables.

Meng Haoran's smile froze, his nostrils twitched slightly, and his gaze involuntarily fell on the inconspicuous gourd.

"This wine—" he murmured.

Li Bai smiled smugly, took two new cups, poured half a cup into each, and said, "Brother Haoran, please have a taste."

Meng Haoran took the wine cup, first smelled its aroma, then narrowed his eyes slightly before tilting his head back and drinking it all in one gulp.

He froze, his cup empty, his hand still clenched, and after a long while he slowly exhaled a long breath, his eyes filled with astonishment.

"Li Bai, what kind of wine is this, and where did you find it?"

Li Bai did not answer, but shook his head and smiled, saying, "Brother Haoran, don't ask where you come from. Tell me about this wine first."

Meng Haoran raised his cup, sniffed it again, closed his eyes, and savored the taste for a long time before exclaiming, "It's smooth and mellow on the palate, with an elegant soy sauce aroma and a long, lingering aftertaste! I've tasted countless famous wines from all over the world, but I've never tasted such a fine brew! Li Bai, this wine should only exist in heaven!"

Upon hearing this, Li Bai clapped his hands and laughed loudly, saying, "Brother Haoran, this wine is called Maotai, which I brought from a thousand years later!"

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