Next to the curved-legged round table in the Nanmu compartment, Su Duhan was skillfully holding a pot and boiling a cup of tea, his nails trimmed neatly and cleanly, revealing a white color, and it seemed to be coated with a layer of light gold by the bright sunlight, and his every move was shining with a bright color. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Su Duhan focused on making tea, his movements were like flowing water, and he occasionally raised his eyes, giving Murong Wei a gentle and warm smile.

Murong Wei held her cheeks in her hand, the corners of her lips were slightly curved, her eyes were soft and tranquil, as quiet as the gentle sea water under the moonlit night, without a trace of waves. She quietly watched Su Duhan finish in one go, poured the tea into the bone china cup with the orchid pattern, and handed it to herself.

"My cousin's friend has been walking the ancient tea horse road for many years, and this is the tea brick he brought this time, which tastes better after fermentation. Let's try it, is it more mellow than usual", Su Duhan inadvertently mentioned the mysterious figure, and did not deliberately hide his existence.

The best cooked pu pressed into bricks has been stored for about a few years, and the taste is somewhat similar to what Murong Wei drank in the Kangnan Palace in his previous life, or even better than that.

Boiling water boiling water for three boils makes tea, the tea soup is black and mellow, the color is rich, the entrance is sweet, with the smell of tangerine peel, and there is a heart-warming aroma, which is very good for Murong Wei's taste.

Murong Wei drank a bowl, pushed the cup back in front of Su Duhan, asked him to refill the cup, raised his eyes and praised: "Good tea, it is worthy of coming through the Ancient Tea Horse Road, and the few tea bricks stored in the palace are probably not as mellow." ”

Su Duhan held the pot to refill the cup for her, put the kettle back to the tea stove, looked at Murong Wei like it, and asked with concern: "I heard the tassel say that you have been drinking raw pu these days, although the taste is good, it is too astringent, don't lose sleep at night." ”

Murong Wei's hair was messily caressing around her ears, glowing with a green silk-like luster, and Su Duhan lingered as she raised her hand and gently wrapped it behind her head, revealing the round beeswax earrings on her earlobes.

Huang Cancan's honey wax carved into a lotus flower shape slowly bloomed, reflecting the small earlobes more and more like jade, with the pendant gently shaking, Su Duhan's heart also rippled a few times, and returned to the topic of Fang Cai with a smile: "When I left, I brought a tea brick like this, and then my mother's Pu'er smoked with orange peel in autumn made green mandarins, and gave them to me." I always say to bring some to you, this time there are few palaces, and there is always a delay. ”

There are few people in the palace, but the tassel hair has the yellow and clear tourmaline, Murong Wei doesn't need to break it, only a hazy smile like morning light.

Chu Zhaohui is very interesting, and he is usually proficient in planting flowers, cooking tea, and embroidering. It is not only to pass the time, but also to nourish the temperament.

Thinking that tangerine peel is sweet and helps digestion, Chu Zhaohui smoked some under the chrysanthemum with his own hands in the autumn, and made it the size of a pill, just the amount of a pot of tea. Now that I have no interest in drinking tea, I have given it to Su Duhan.

Murong Wei tasted the tea in the cup again, the thicker the Pu'er lingered, the longer it was fragrant, and because it was brewed with plum water, it was extremely sweet. Since he likes it, he doesn't wronged himself, and smiled softly at Su Duhan: "That's it, but it's disrespectful." I don't know what my aunt's new tea looks like, but it's really polite and interesting, and I care about everything. ”

Su Duhan leaned on the railing and smiled, her eyebrows were full of gentle and handsome color, and she gently tapped her nose with her hand: "It's all prepared for you, and there are a few gadgets, all of which are packed in the box and have been handed over to the tassel." ”

Murong Wei turned her head and avoided it with a smile, but her heart became more and more disgusted. Thinking of the cousin in Yunnan just mentioned, he refused to miss this opportunity.

While gently shaking the teacup in his hand and praising the tea bricks from the Ancient Tea Horse Road, thinking about the generosity of this uninvited guest, Murong Wei asked Su Duhan lightly: "Thousands of miles away, my cousin from Yunnan has not been in contact for many years, and he has traveled day and night for his uncle's funeral, which shows that friendship is extremely important. In those days, Aunt Qin took care of the house, and she forgot to ask her, did this cousin send more ceremonies when he returned?"

Su Duhan's eyes were warm, and he didn't notice the confusion in Murong Wei's eyes, and pointed to the direction of the guest room with a smile: "After a year, Ah Wei actually learned some chores. Fortunately, my cousin hasn't set off yet, so I will remember this and send more ceremonies when the time comes, otherwise I won't be disappointed in vain by Ah Wei's heart. ”

There was a bit of ambiguity between the words, just to coax Murong Wei's liking, which was still Su Duhan's usual behavior in the past, but now he was just cold all over his body when he heard it. Murong Wei was too lazy to care, and only captured the most useful ingredients in his words.

Raising her eyebrows in the direction of the guest room, Murong Wei pretended to be very surprised: "The relatives have already embarked on the return journey one after another years ago, how can this cousin still stay in the mansion?" and seemed to think of something, suddenly covered his chest, revealing a slightly unhappy look: "Could it be that I have never seen the world, and I have fallen in love with the wealth of King An's mansion, and I refuse to go back to such a remote place?"

This is said harshly, to her former temperament.

Su Duhan looked at her frowning, as if she was a little puzzled and a little annoyed. Hearing that she guessed funny, he solved her puzzles: "My cousin is a local businessman, and he is also a figure on the rich side, so why should he be greedy for the wealth in the house, he naturally has to return to Yunnan." I have dragged it out for these days, not for anything else, but for a few days my mother and I will send my father's tablet back to the ancestral house, and my cousin will go over to worship together, and take care of each other on the way. ”

Murong Wei suddenly put her mind at ease, and said with a sweet smile: "Looking at such precious tea, this cousin doesn't look like a down-and-out person, he must have not returned to Xixia for many years, and now he wants to go back to Cangnan to have a look and worship his ancestors together." ”

Su Duhan nodded yes, but was silent.

His eyes swept over the kapok tree planted by the two of them, and then swept over the muddy path in the garden. Su Duhan pondered the words, and said after a while: "Ah Wei, when I help my father's tablet back to Cangnan, I want to leave Beijing in May and June and go to the border city to have a look."

Su Duhan's drooping eyelids were covered by long eyelashes, his eyebrows were tightly locked, and his resolute face revealed a gloom. In the past, such a look would definitely make Murong Wei's heart ache.

Murong Wei's hand holding the teacup was gently put down, a touch of sorrow appeared on her face, but she sighed heavily in her heart.

Now that he knows that it is inconvenient to talk in the palace, he uses his aunt's illness as a pretext and asks himself to come to the house to talk, this is to test his original intention with his aunt, right?

If he persuaded himself to agree to go to the border city, with his own side of his father and mother, and then he took the great cause of the country and grinded with his aunt for two days, his road would be twice as effective with half the effort.

It's just that in the spring of the eighth year of Chongming in this life, there will no longer be the confused Murong Wei in the previous life. I will never give him a chance to become the famous young general of the year.

Murong Wei put the cup back on the table, a faint light of water appeared in her eyes, and her words carried a soft plea: "Cousin, you are still in the filial piety period." My aunt is not in good health, if you leave again, how can she bear it, or will you talk about it slowly later?" )