"No matter how good the tea is, it is also used to drink, since it is drunk, it is natural to choose what I like. ”

Bo Jinchen's voice is not slow and still mellow, and it seems to be a light revelation of what Ivy refers to, but it faintly hints that the pride in his bones is uninhibited.

Hearing this, Ivy smiled softly and didn't speak again.

Under the interpretation of later CP fans, it was Ivy who wanted to test Bo Jinchen's personal cultivation, after all, being a friend and being a lover are two different things, in my aggressive Miss Ivy opinion, a man's inner appearance is much more important than a good-looking appearance, and our Miss Ivy is not a person who looks at skin. Of course, there will also be a lot of CP fans who stand on the thin Jinchen side, and they will come out to protest and say: Miss Aiwei's background is not simple, and she is also excellent in all aspects, but our noble son is not bad!

Well, among CP fans, it is still inevitable to stand in line with personal tendencies, although I hope that the two of them can be together in reality, but CP fans will also imagine the problems that the two may encounter together.

For example, fans who prefer Ivy among CP fans think that Bo Jinchen has a little An'an, so he has to be better in other aspects, even better than Miss Ivy. And the fans who prefer Bo Jinchen, although they didn't say it explicitly, they think that although Ivy has an excellent temperament, she is far inferior to Bo Jinchen in terms of appearance, if it weren't for the presence of Xiao An'an, Ivy might not be worthy of Bo Jinchen.

The so-called complementarity can be mutually sufficient, no matter what, CP fans still think that the two are a match made in heaven, and the focus of the debate is also on who is more advantageous, which can be called a dispute of love.

Of course, these are all later stories, but about the intention of Miss Ai Wei's move this time, it is recognized as a test of Bo Jinchen.

However, whether it is or not, I'm afraid only Ivy who asked this will know. Perhaps, people just because Biluochun semi-fermented Pu'er health preservation, I don't know.

A complete set of tea sets made of purple sand is placed on the lower floor of the cabinet where the tea leaves are placed, which is very valuable and exquisite.

After a set of flowing tea art, Bo Jinchen took the small teacup, drank the fragrant tea in the cup, and then Ai Wei refilled it.

"Laughing, my tea-making skills are not very good, but they are impressive, but a friend's tea skills are excellent, speaking of which, you also know. ”

"Oh?"

After the improvement of the self-made tea method, future generations no longer need to grind tea to drink tea, and pay more attention to the water quality and water temperature of the water source, and the different loading utensils. Among them, the role of people in tea is not as important as in the early days, more than pleasing to the eye, the difference in artistic conception, to say that there is any impact on the taste of tea itself, he does not think.

And what Ivy means now is not only that her friend is good at tea, but he also knows it, and, looking at her tone, there is indeed something different in it, Bo Jinchen couldn't help but wonder what happened.

But Ai Wei didn't mean to say anything more, smiled, and Bo Jinchen didn't ask again. There was a tacit silence between the two, very harmonious, without the slightest embarrassment or discomfort.

However, this made Jiang Dao who was staring at the monitor behind him stupid.

What about good interactions?

Rush to love, drink a tea and it's gone?

……

In the process of the silence of the heroes and heroines all the way, and the staring of the program crew all the way, the plane also came to its destination.

The Great Han Empire XC Qiangzhou.

Like the world before Bo Jinchen's crossing, this is also a plateau area, the further west, the higher the altitude, there is also a Mount Everest, the difference is that in the world before the crossing, there are still some small countries bordering on the west of Mount Everest, but in the Han Empire, Mount Everest used to be a wasteland, and further west, there is the vast ocean, and the Western European empire on the other side of the ocean.

Between the two countries, there will be a border to the west of the Western Regions, separated by the world's largest desert, and in the Tibetan and Qiang Prefectures, between the two countries is a strait called Tiandiren, where reefs are born and undercurrents emerge one after another, which can be described as a natural barrier for the border defense of the Han Empire.

But also because of its remoteness, just like the XC of the world before Bo Jinchen traveled, the Tibetan Qiang Prefecture was the most barren and oldest state in the Han Empire, compared to XC and even more backward, and compared with the Western Regions Prefecture adjacent to it, it lost more than one step in all aspects.

Except - God!

With the reform of Emperor Yuan of the Han Dynasty, the progress of the Han Empire was leaps and bounds, and today's economic prosperity and military development are not inferior to those of the other two major powers. The old and backward folk customs of the past have been washed away after the reform, and although they have not been officially banned, with the gradual enlightenment of the people, theism has long been a thing of the past, and the admiration for the emperor's son of heaven has long since turned into a fear of power. Some observance of past rituals is only a cultural inheritance, such as wearing Hanfu on major festivals.

There is only one place, in the development of the times, still following those ancient rituals and growth habits, and everything about modernization is almost indifferent - the pilgrimage city of Tibetan and Qiang Prefecture!

If there are still shadows of modernity in other places, then in the pilgrimage city, you can only see the heads of people prostrate on the ground, prostrating step by step. Allowing vehicles to walk in front of the gates of the city was the greatest compromise of secular power for the monks of the city.

Fortunately, the pilgrimage city is not very big, and you can walk it all over in one day, but the brick murals that can be seen everywhere here as far as the Middle Ages, whether it is believers or tourists, who can bear to see them all in one day?

Everything in the pilgrimage city follows the ancient rites, although visitors are allowed to enter, but they are not allowed to take pictures and videos, of course, if you are proficient in painting, you can draw everything you see and hear. As for mobile phone communication, it is also unthinkable, the monks naturally do not do such mundane things as body searches, but the signal relay medium is never allowed to be arranged in the pilgrimage city, since there is no signal tower, it is of course impossible to use mobile phones.

"Miss Ivy......"

Looking at the ancient city wall in front of him, which exuded the vicissitudes of time and mystery, Jiang Minzheng only felt extremely depressed.

At the beginning, Jiang Minzheng, who learned that Aiwei's destination was not abroad, was just happy to save the cumbersome visa work, and it didn't take long for him to be shocked by the eternal desolation that came to his eyes.

He didn't expect that what Ivy had brought them to was not a scenic spot, but the most barren and backward Tibetan and Qiang Prefecture in the Han Empire.

Generally, the daughter's family can't stand the barrenness here, and even their men would rather go to Mongolia to bend their bows and shoot arrows to meet cattle and sheep than come to this poor mountainous area.

====== below is the anti-theft chapter======!

====== below is the anti-theft chapter======!

Eastern Han Empire, Imperial Palace, Mountain and River Palace.

"Your Majesty, she has betrayed her promise with you. ”

With an elegant face, the minister in a purple robe said in a deep voice.

"I know. ”

Chu Mo, who was dressed in an imperial robe, sat behind the bookcase, put down the scroll in his hand, and said warmly.

"The first emperor was kind to his ministers, and he treated each other as the left minister, and he didn't want to ...... now. The old minister is incompetent......"

Chu Mo shook his head when he heard this, and in the year of his establishment, I wanted to turn the tide, but unfortunately, time was running out.

The deceased is like a husband, reluctant to give up day and night!

"A few days ago, after watching the stars at night, the pavilion master of the Xingren Pavilion said to himself - seven kills, breaking the army, greedy wolf, three stars in the air, desperate! I don't want to, Chu Mo, who has no taboos, will also have a fateful one. ”

Chu Mo looked at Murong Xiang and smiled, his face was pale, everything was as usual.

Murong Xiang caught a glimpse of the smile on Chu Mo's face, and his heart suddenly burst out. His Majesty's smile is really cold! Perhaps, the coolness of early spring has not yet dissipated.

"Your Majesty's purple star life, there are no taboos. ”

Murong Xiangsheng echoed.

Seeing that when his father was on the throne, Murong Xiang, who led one of the three major dynasties, was in front of him at this moment, Chu Mo grinned, lifted the silver wine jug on the bookcase and poured it into his mouth. The eight white and pure teeth reflected the silver wine jug, and in Murong Xiang's eyes, it was extraordinarily permeable.

"Let's go down first. ”

"Whoa!"

Looking at Murong Xiang's figure bowing his head and retreating, Chu Mo's expression was clear, but his eyes were extremely complicated.

Don't blame me!

The imperial capital of the Eastern Han Dynasty, the city of the rising sun, the Zuo Xiangfu.

"Master, I'm home!"

On the corridor, the housekeeper saw Murong Xiang, hurriedly saluted, and bowed.

Nodding lightly, Murong Xiang said:

"Is my sister in the room?

When the housekeeper heard this, his face was a little embarrassed, and he didn't seem to be able to answer.

Seeing this, Murong Xiang sighed and said:

"I haven't eaten for ten, and I'm afraid I won't be able to hold it anymore at the ninth level. Let the kitchen bring the porridge that I ordered to stew in the morning to the study, and I will personally deliver it to her later. ”

"Got it, sir. ”

The butler nodded, and immediately turned to leave.

Entering the study, Murong Xiang was just seated. A red light suddenly appeared in front of him. A middle-aged man with a glowing red body held a blue sword pointed straight at his neck.

First, then eight!

Murong Xiang's pupils shrank, he, but the seventh level later, there was a first-level martial arts master who deliberately stabbed, but it was a big battle!

"You're here to kill me?"

With a slight bow, the middle-aged man did not say a word.

"You are His Majesty's man. ”

After staring at the middle-aged man in front of him for a long time, Murong Xiang closed his eyes and said lightly. This is not a question, it is clear that he has confirmed the identity of the person.

Looking at Murong Xiang, who was meditating with his eyes closed, the middle-aged man had a trace of unbearability in his eyes, and did not deny Murong Xiang's words.

"Can you do me a favor?"

Murong Xiang opened his eyes, looked at the middle-aged man, and asked calmly.

After a little hesitation, the middle-aged man finally spoke.

“。 ”

"I want to talk to my daughter. ”

Murong Xiang's originally calm face was faintly struggling, guilty, and helpless at this time...... And so on and so forth.

"Good. ”

Murong Xiang took a deep breath and stood up, leaning over to the bookcase. The left hand holds the sleeve, the right hand grinds the inkstone, and the ink is dizzy again and again. turned his back, took off the raw xuan from the bookshelf and spread it out, pressed the paperweight, smoked the white wolf with ink, brushed a few brushes, and completed it in one go.

Knock!

"Master, the porridge has been brought. ”

The butler knocked on the door.

"Before leaving the porridge at the door, you go down first!"

Click, click......

The housekeeper gradually left.

Raising his head and glancing at the middle-aged man whose gaze was condensed on the paper, Murong Xiang smiled gently, walked to the door, and opened the wooden door with force. The creaking sound was much louder than before.

"Father's ......"

The delicate and lovely woman like a porcelain doll opened the door, saw Murong Xiang, turned around and sat down in the room, silent.

"Jin'er, blame your father, don't be hungry, come, drink some porridge, and stew it in the kitchen specially ordered by your father before going out. ”

Murong Xiang held the tray, put the porridge and bowls on the table in the room one by one, and said gently.

Unable to stop Murong Xiang's actions, Murong Jin simply turned his head.

"It's good to come back safely, as for these things, I don't want to eat them. ”

"I know for my father, you are still blaming your father in your heart, but it's always bad not to eat, just eat a little, okay?

Murong Xiang sighed softly, then squeezed out a smile and coaxed gently.

Seeing his father's elegant and vicissitudes of life, it was the same as the care he had when he was a child, Murong Jin pursed his lips vigorously, and took the porridge that had been held in Murong Xiang's hand. Although she hates to admit it, she knows that she eats deliciously.

In a short time, the pot containing the porridge has also bottomed out.

"I'm done. ”

Murong Jin held his eyes that wanted to cry and said coldly.

Looking at her daughter's stubborn appearance, Murong Xiang smiled lovingly, and was about to speak at first, but was interrupted by Murong Jin. I saw her bite her lip, and a gloom flashed on her face, and then she forced herself to show herself:

"The empire is in trouble, and my father, as the left minister, naturally puts the country before the family. His Majesty is doomed to die, and his father's approach is right, marrying Prince Fu, and his daughter does not dare to complain. A few days ago, I was troubled, which made my father worried. Not in the future, if nothing else, my daughter wants to go for a walk in the garden. ”

"Let's go, let's go. ”

Murong Xiang stared at the bottom-out porridge pot and said slowly.

Hearing this, Murong Jin closed his eyes forcefully, turned around and left the room.

Looking at her daughter's figure walking away, Murong Xiang's mouth hung a smile that was more ugly than crying.

Don't dare to complain, so don't dare to complain! Emperor Xian, have you ever known that for the sake of this great Eastern Han Empire, I, Murong Xiang, even my most beloved daughter...... I can't keep it! I'm Murong Xiang! Really, I'm alone......

With a long sigh, Murong Xiang's face was full of tears.

A red light flashed with a blue light, and then vanished.

Eastern Han Empire, Imperial Palace, Zige.

"Do your best, and then die. ”

Chu Mo stared at the raw rice paper on the bookcase, his face expressionless.

"He's dead?"

The middle-aged man nodded, paused, and said in a loud voice:

"He's a loyal servant. ”

Playing with the wine cup in his hand, Chu Mo raised his head and looked at the middle-aged man:

"I know he's a loyal servant. ”

Then, word by word, he said:

"It's a pity that he's loyal, not me!"

The middle-aged man understood that he had just lost his words, and he didn't dare to anger the famous tyrant in front of him, so he was silent.

"Where's King Fu?"

Holding the wine cup, the clear wine in the glass is dipped in the paper little by little along the walls of the glass