Is it a soft knife? Obviously, the bones are soaked with bitterness, and it is domineering!

"I think the county lord of Ziwan is really scared? I know my identity but still go my own way, aren't you afraid that my Cui Mansion wants you to look good in the county palace?" Cui Qianqiu's voice was sharp, loud, full of threats, and it sounded so familiar.

"Oh, it seems that you are also intimidating the county lord on the Jinmen Bridge!" Ran Ziwan said, the county lord!, "Why hasn't the water of the Jinmen Haihe River made you sober up yet?"

"Jinmen Haihe?" Cui Qianqiu has always been proud of thinking that she was thrown into the Haihe River by Ran Ziwan at that time because she didn't know her identity, if she knew that she was the richest official in the imperial capital, Yin Qianjin, even if she borrowed a thousand guts, who would dare to move herself in this imperial capital? Not to mention that sick seedling?

It turned out that she knew, and in her eyes the world was afraid of all the people!

And Brother Jiu! She actually tried to get involved

"What is the cold spring in March, and there is no sound in the water? Miss Yan has no long memory, it seems that the water of the Jinmen Haihe River is really wasteful!" Ran Ziwan fiddled with a pair of plain hands, looking extremely serious, as if he was confirming.

"Ran Ziwan, you are presumptuous!" Cui Qianqiu tried her best to restrain the injustice in her heart, she wanted to make her look good!

"Poof" The tea in Ye Nanrong's mouth squirted out instantly, and not half a drop was wasted on Cui Qianqiu's face.

"You, you, you are presumptuous!" Cui Qianqiu, who was originally domineering, was already depressed at this time, her hair was messy, water stains were stained on her forehead, and her white cheeks were red because of anger, but she didn't know who she was blaming more for this presumptuousness. Is it Ran Ziwan or the boy in peach blossom clothes in front of him.

"It's a pity, it's a pity!" Ye Nanrong stared at the water stains on Cui Qianqiu's body and admired it very pitifully, and carefully used his index finger and thumb to twist a tea stalk stuck to Cui Qianqiu's hair, and his peach-blossom-like eyes were full of pity, making people blush.

"Are you the son of Nanrong?" I have to say, even if he was thinking about the legendary ninth brother in his heart, Cui Qianqiu, who was already deeply in love, still forgot about the down-and-out and looked at Ye Nanrong with some shame, and the spring in his eyes was about to move, like a cluster of flames, and his longing was pervasive.

"It's a pity, this cup of good spring tea!tut!" Ye Nanrong, his expression looked like a lover, but in the depths of his affectionate eyes, he was staring at tea!

"You!" Cui Qianqiu was stunned for an embarrassed moment, he was laughing at himself?

"Sister Wan'er, where do you say this spring tea comes from? I don't know what kind of tea it is, I just taste its fresh taste like clear tea, it should be the current spring tea!"

"The Zhenjun Palace's palace is very respectful, it is said that some time ago, it was not a cloud piece rewarded by the queen's mother?"

Ye Nanrong glanced at the unfortunate Midnight Summer, turned his face awkwardly, and pretended not to see it.

"Hey, cool dip!Your old man brought cloud pieces to the emperor, why don't you bring some to this son!" Ran Zixiao's hundred unhappy words were written on his face, a pair of cold dips, you are really a wolf cub, ruthless and unjust!

"How do I know what my father has prepared? Besides, the cloud pieces are not unusual, I brought some chic, and I plan to give them to the night" Before Liang Yu finished speaking, why did he feel that a fierce palm wind was coming towards his Heavenly Spirit Gai?

You don't have to think about it to know where the breezy palm wind comes from, and when he turned around, he glanced at Xuan Ge very depressedly, but he only glanced at it.

Ten years have passed, and it seems that the power of some people is still there.

There is a kind of tea, the color is green and slightly faintly fragrant, the tea leaves are fat and heavy, or there are more white hair, the tea strips are tightly knotted, and the bead tea particles are round and tight. Judging from the color, fragrance and shape, this tea is this spring's morning tea, and it is still the best.

Ran Ziwan lowered her eyebrows and glanced at the tea in front of her, which she had only taken a sip of, and her eyes moved.

The heavens and the powerful of the dynasty, the good tea people love spring tea. I always feel that the tea of early spring is fragrant, so at this time of year, the highest price in the imperial capital city, spring tea can be ranked on the list.

It is recorded that spring tea is made of tea leaves from the buds and leaves of the tea tree for the first time after wintering, and the spring tea is made more fresh and fresh than summer tea after secret preparation, and the autumn tea is more fresh, the aroma is strong, the tea buds are fat, the color is emerald green, the leaf quality is soft, and the taste is fresh. It's talking about the tea that is floating and sinking in front of you.

Ran Ziwan remembered that she had seen two words in a miscellaneous book, the name of a kind of tea.

In fact, few people know that not all teas are the best the earlier the new ones, such as black tea

"This tea is produced in a cool place called spring" Ran Ziwan was interrupted, that voice

"Spring tide!" Xuan Ge's voice was clear and cold, as casual as ever.

Looking at Ran Ziwan's eyes, it seemed cold but warm, only Ran Ziwan knew that there were three words written in it: "Stupid woman!"

Ran Ziwan pressed a sip of tea very indifferently, and ignored it with low eyebrows.

Indeed, the clear tea in the tea bowl in front of you is a rare and excellent spring tea.

Chunchao! Such a name is indeed appropriate. It's just that for the boudoir woman, how can those two words be declared at will?

"The spring tide brings rain and comes in a hurry, and the wild ferry is unmanned and self-sufficient. This artistic conception is really fragrant!" Ye Nanrong had a clear expression, but at the side of Shang Ran Ziwan's face, which was as warm as Xuan Bing, his whole body instantly wrinkled.

Ran Ziwan glanced at Ye Nanrong with a smile, and her handsome face with mixed feelings was really good-looking.

"Sure enough, it's the palace of Zhenjun, and even the name of the tea is so fragrant! It's just that this tea is too cold and cool!

He didn't mean it, he didn't know the twists and turns of these literati and inkmen, galloping across the field, and Ye Nanrong, who was stained with blood, shrunk his neck, looking very innocent. In fact, he understood better that if the man didn't know that he didn't understand the tea ceremony, he didn't deliberately lead the woman to say two words that violated the etiquette of the boudoir. I don't think I can get away with a cool look.

Xuan Ge withdrew his dark jade-like cold eyes, and looked at the place with a breath.

"You, you" looked at the people in front of him and said, Cui Qianqiu's barely holding everyone's beautiful momentum almost collapsed.

"Miss, before going out, Madame explained that you want to say hello to Princess Zhenjun, we have been here for a while, and I am afraid that it will be rude not to go!" The little maid behind her looked very clever.