Although the two were not in the mood to go shopping, they couldn't just leave, so they patiently walked around the maple forest, found a good place to stay for a while, and were about to enter the Temple of No Return when they saw Qiyan and Jiujue coming over with food boxes in their hands.

When going up the mountain, the four of them were separated in twos and twos, and the people who were staring at it naturally only stared at Meng Shaoguang and Wuchen, Qiyan and Jiujue wandered around the mountain to see if there were any clues, and when they saw that it was noon, they went back and got the food box, which were all pastries prepared by Meng Shaoguang in the morning, and there were teapots and teapots below.

Handing over the things he bought to Jiujue, Wu Chen looked at the people coming and going in the Temple of No Return, stretched out his hand and took Meng Shaoguang's hand and walked in.

Meng Shaoguang was stunned for a moment, it was not to break away, nor was it to break away. The gap between returning to his senses has been pulled away by Fifth Chen. Looking at the crowded crowd around him, Meng Shaoguang breathed a sigh of relief gently, forget it, just pull it, and you won't lose a piece of meat. Maybe there's something going on here.

Meng Shaoguang is not afraid of chaos, but now that Wuchen is in the enemy camp with her, it is better to be careful. After all, if the identity is accidentally exposed, the chain reaction is too big.

The two did not go to the main hall to squeeze with people, but both went to the apse with few people, and came to a pavilion along the crystal clear courtyard stream, and the two sat down.

Qiyan and Jiujue followed from a distance, and when they saw that their hands were separated, they stepped forward with food boxes and things, and placed them on the stone table one by one, and the tea set was put first.

Although the two were given to Meng Shaoguang by the fifth Chen, although Meng Shaoguang gave them the code for communication between the Nan'an Army, he did not accept them explicitly, and besides, this is still on the boundary of the Western Dynasty.

Meng Shaoguang watched Wu Chen's skillful tea making, his slender and delicate fingers flew over, like a moving work of art, and he couldn't help but move the hand he held before, and there was still a little residual warmth in his fingertips.

I don't know why, Meng Shaoguang's hands are always cold, obviously not cold, but his raw hands are not hot. This was true in previous lives, and it is also true in this life. Meng Shaoguang felt that this must be because she killed too much, whether it was in the previous life or in this life, so her blood would be cold.

"Taste it."

When Meng Shaoguang was stunned, Wu Chen had already handed the teacup to her, and his bony index finger, middle finger and thumb held the cup depicting blue rich flowers, and he couldn't tell whether the bottom of the cup was more moist or the fingers were more beautiful.

Meng Shaoguang raised his hand to take it, his cold fingers touched Wu Chen's slightly hot fingers, staggered a few points, and took the cup that was still steaming through the gap.

Meng Shaoguang's eyes lingered on the cup, I don't know whether he was looking at the curling green smoke or looking at the fancy of the cup, he lowered his eyelashes and tasted it, the entrance was warm, the aftertaste was slightly bitter, and there was a hint of sweetness under the tasting, so that people couldn't tell whether it was sweet or bitter.

"This is the new tea of Qingluozhuang, cultivated by Qingyu herself, and its name is Zhiwei." Wu Chen said that he also took a sip, and then continued: "He said that the taste of this tea is closely related to the mind of the tea drinker, what is the taste in the heart, and what is the taste of nature. That's why it's called Zhiwei. ”