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

Jiang Chuan did not disappoint Zhao Kuangyin's expectations, and took a small sip of wine.

The soft hops paired with the refreshing beer washed away the grease from the hot pot, making him let out a long, satisfying groan.

Zhu Jingjing secretly glanced at Jiang Chuan, her heart pounding slightly. Although she didn't like alcohol, seeing how comfortable he looked, she couldn't help but want to try some.

Seeing her hesitant and unsure whether to speak or not, Jiang Chuan smiled and asked, "Would you like to try some?"

Zhu Jingjing nodded repeatedly, holding the glass in both hands and bringing it close to Jiang Chuan. "Just a little bit is fine, otherwise..."

"What else? Are you afraid of him getting drunk and causing trouble?"

Recalling her birthday, she vaguely remembered that after getting drunk, she not only pestered Zhu Yuanzhang to carry her, but also vomited on her father's dragon robe...

Zhu Jingjing's face flushed red, and she said in a coquettish voice, "You're the one acting crazy because you're drunk!"

Jiang Chuan knew perfectly well that she must have made a mistake because of alcohol before. Distillation technology had been perfected during the Ming Dynasty, so the imperial wine in the palace must have been quite strong, almost the same as modern high-proof liquor.

However, beer is a different story. He has seen people vomit after drinking one beer, but he has never heard of anyone acting crazy after drinking just one.

Even if Princess Lin'an had a low alcohol tolerance, drinking just one cup wouldn't be a big problem.

Jiang Chuan poured her a full glass and said, "Perfect, we'll each have a glass. Drink as much as you want, even if you get drunk, I'll carry you home!"

Looking at the tempting golden essence before her, Zhu Jingjing's throat moved, and her mouth unconsciously secreted fragrant saliva.

According to Jiang Chuan, she had traveled through time and shouldn't have been drinking in this unfamiliar place.

However, she couldn't resist the temptation.

In her mind, alcoholic beverages were either at room temperature or heated before drinking, but the glass of wine in front of her, which looked like a work of art, was ice-cold.

The thought of drinking such a beautiful work of art made her feel a little reluctant.

"Stop looking and drink it quickly, otherwise it won't taste as good when it gets hot," Jiang Chuan urged.

Zhu Jingjing nodded, picked up her wine glass and took a small sip. The cool liquid flowed down her mouth, down her throat, and finally into her stomach, as if every cell in her body had been nourished.

"This is wine?" The aroma of malt filled her mouth, and after a slight bitterness, a miraculous sweet aftertaste followed. Zhu Jingjing couldn't help but exclaim, "Compared to this, Father's imperial wine is simply not fit for human consumption!"

Jiang Chuan was taken aback. It was just an ordinary beer, but he didn't expect her to give it such a high rating.

He was rather curious about what the imperial wine of the Ming Dynasty tasted like.

The Great Song Dynasty, Chuigong Hall.

Zhao Kuangyin shook his head repeatedly, his mouth dry, and stared enviously at Zhu Jingjing, who looked satisfied.

Although he was not clear about the strength of the Ming Dynasty, he figured the imperial wine in the palace couldn't possibly taste bad.

In the mouth of the Ming princess, the imperial wine, compared to the golden elixir, was reduced to water for feeding livestock, which shows how delicious it was.

"Pass down the order: anyone who can brew a golden-yellow liquor and present it to me will be rewarded with one hundred taels of gold!"

With Zhao Kuangyin's order, a brewing craze swept across the Song Dynasty, with everyone wanting to brew the legendary golden wine and gain the favor of the founding emperor.

Xuchang during the Three Kingdoms period.

Watching helplessly as the two men downed their two glasses of beer, Cao Cao couldn't help but beat his chest and stamp his feet, lamenting, "Alas! What a tragedy! What a pity!"

Upon hearing this, Guo Jia cupped his hands and stepped forward, saying, "It's just a couple of cups of wine; why is my lord so agitated?"

Cao Cao sighed deeply and said sadly, "Fengxiao, you don't know this. If those two cups of wine had entered my belly, they would surely have inspired a masterpiece. I don't regret the wine itself, but rather the literary world!"

The Great Ming Dynasty, Fengtian Hall.

Zhu Yuanzhang watched his daughter drink a full cup, his eyes filled with envy but also with a hint of anger.

That damned brat actually tricked Zhu Jingjing into drinking a full cup. If he does something improper while drunk, wouldn't that embarrass him in front of all the civil and military officials?

Losing face is a minor matter; what if that despicable brat takes advantage of Jing'er's drunkenness and does something improper? Wouldn't that become a shocking scandal for the royal family?

"Damn it! Issue my decree: regardless of whether they are civil or military officials, palace guards, or eunuchs, anyone who dares to spy on the heavens shall be executed on the spot!"

Upon hearing this, everyone in the hall immediately knelt down. Apart from Empress Ma, every living being knelt and kowtowed, fearing to incur her wrath.

Empress Ma frowned slightly. The scene in the sky was beyond human control. We couldn't expect everyone to stay up all the time, could we?

Just as she was about to persuade Zhu Yuanzhang to calm down, she noticed that although Jing'er's cheeks were slightly flushed, she was not drunk.

Empress Ma said, "Chongba, Jing'er doesn't seem to be drunk. It's probably because the wine in the future wasn't strong enough. Please rescind your order and don't make things difficult for everyone."

Zhu Yuanzhang stared at the sky for a while, and as Empress Ma had said, although Zhu Jingjing was slightly drunk, his speech and behavior were still in accordance with etiquette, and his expression softened slightly.

"My beloved subjects, please rise!"

Upon hearing this, the assembled officials and ministers breathed a sigh of relief, secretly rejoicing that they had finally saved their lives.

After calming down, Zhu Yuanzhang recalled Jing'er's words, and his face darkened even more.

The imperial wine he loved was actually described as something no human could drink! And to make matters worse, these words came from the mouth of his beloved Princess Lin'an, leaving him with no excuse to get angry!

"Guards, bring me my finest imperial wine!"

At his command, a young eunuch quickly stepped forward carrying a pot of imperial wine.

Empress Ma rose to accept the imperial wine, dismissed the eunuchs, and personally poured a full cup for Zhu Yuanzhang.

She knew her emperor husband too well; if she hadn't personally poured the wine, anyone else would have been punished.

Zhu Yuanzhang picked up his wine cup, looked at Jing'er's satisfied expression, and recalled her evaluation of the imperial wine. He felt that the imperial wine, which he originally regarded as a fine wine, was bland and tasteless, and really did not seem like a drink for humans!

"Forget it, forget it, we're better off not drinking this wine!"

Jiang Chuan had no idea that his simple drinking session with Zhu Jingjing would cause several generations of emperors to sigh with regret.

He was still enjoying his drink and wondering if he should have another bottle when his phone on the table suddenly rang.

Zhu Jingjing looked on with curiosity. She was very interested in the little gadget that Jiang Chuan always carried with him. Even his father's imperial seal was not something he carried with him everywhere.

Jiang Chuan picked up his phone and fiddled with it for a while before standing up. "Let's go, we should go home."

Zhu Jingjing was still not satisfied and asked in confusion, "Why are you in such a hurry? I'm not full yet."

Jiang Chuan put his phone in his pocket and replied, "I'm still not full. Aren't you afraid of gaining weight? It's about to rain heavily. I'll take you to eat again next time."

"Rain?" Zhu Jingjing glanced out the window, her face full of doubt. "The sky is clear and sunny, how do you know it's going to rain? Are you a fortune teller?"