"This is a thousand-year-old vermilion fruit that I just picked. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info天籁novel.23txt."

For the first time, a look of surprise appeared on the face of the thousand-year-old Zhuguo Jade-faced Princess, although it was only a fleeting moment.

Qing Qian nodded and said: That's right. Millennial vermilion, millennium flowering, millennium fruit, although not as good as Yaochi peach, has the effect of resurrecting the dead, but it is the holy product of my Xuanmen people to heal. This time I collected a total of thirteen. I will take seven of each, and I will give you the remaining six.

Princess Iron Fan and Princess Jade Face looked at the fruit in their hands and thanked Qing Qian.

I heard that the thousand-year-old vermilion fruit also has the effect of nourishing yin and nourishing the skin, which can not only restore people's skin to be delicate and tender, but also increase energy all day long, which is really a holy product!

In the past three hundred years, the aura of heaven and earth has gradually disappeared, and even if Bai Zhou has forbidden protection, it has consumed a lot of aura compared to three hundred years ago.

The direct consequence of the lack of aura is the reduction of natural resources and the weakening of effectiveness.

This Zhu Guo was a rare thing even if it was placed three hundred years ago, let alone now?

After the banquet

Before the banquet, Princess Iron Fan asked Qing Qian to go to her room to chat with her, and it seemed that she really wanted to tell her feelings......

The voice of the Iron Fan Princess came from the room: Is it Sister Qingqian?

The voice was very warm and friendly, far from the inexplicable hostility of a few months ago.

Mo Dao couldn't raise his eyebrows, and he couldn't figure out what this little aunt and grandmother thought.

Qingqian pushed the door in, and a smell of tea came to his face.

The two of them nodded to each other, and said with a light smile: "Good fragrant tea."

The Iron Fan Princess gently pushed her hand, and the chair quietly moved back a little, making it easy for Qing Qian to sit down.

This is the tea I grow in Basho-dong. It's not a rarity, but the taste is palatable. If you don't dislike it, please use it.

Tea should be hot and dark, and there is a tea stove on the table, on which is a crystal pot that is mubbling and steaming.

Princess Iron Fan smiled and removed the tea lid, putting some silver needle-like tea leaves inside.

Then calmly removed the crystal pot, and a clear stream of hot air fell into the tea cup.

When the water was full of seven points, the princess of the iron fan lifted her wrist, and the clear stream disappeared immediately, without a drop.

She put the crystal pot back in place and closed the lid of the tea.

After waiting for about five seconds, he reopened the tea lid and handed the tea cup to Qing Qian.

Qingqian took it with both hands, sniffed it gently, the fragrance was fragrant, and the whole body was comfortable.

She is not a person who does not know much about tea, and she does not know what the rules for drinking tea are.

But good tea is bad tea, you can feel it when you smell it.

Qing Qian, just by smelling it, he knew that this tea was definitely no worse than any Longjing and the like.

Waiting for the tea to cool down a little, she took a sip gently, and suddenly all her internal organs were as comfortable as if they were flowing through a clear stream, and she couldn't help but say: Good tea!

Good tea, of course.

Princess Iron Fan wrinkled her nose and said with a smile: "This tea has taken me nearly a hundred years of hard work to grow, and a cup of tea is worth fifty years of cultivation." This water is not ordinary water, but it is melted by the snow that shakes off the petals when the snow lotus flowers bloom in the Tianshan Mountains. This cup alone will take a long time to collect!

I see.

Qing Qian nodded, no wonder after drinking this cup of tea, he felt a faint spiritual power in his body.

Although it is tantamount to a drop in the bucket to play a role in yourself.

"I don't know if this tea has a name?" asked Qing Qian.