"Childe, please use it slowly. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 info" said and stepped aside a little, throwing a flying eye at Yingxin.

The heart that Yingxin had been carrying fell in an instant.

How can someone who doesn't like tea make tea well? Thinking about it, Ying thought that she should have found someone to do it for her. I don't know if the person she is looking for is unreliable, this master is a picky master, and he just smells such good tea, which is really capricious.

Seeing that she was calm and indifferent, it was obvious that she was a little confident, although she didn't know where this confidence came from. Thinking so, she looked straight at the teacup with a pair of eyes, and was very curious in her heart.

Under the expectant gaze of everyone, Jun Ruojin finally slowly pinched the rim of the cup. The hearts of several people were lifted little by little with his movements, and they got closer, and seeing that the cup had reached their mouths, the three of them held their breath almost at the same time.

She stood with her head bowed, her eyelashes drooping, as calm as if she had fallen asleep.

The bottom of the cup touches the stone table, and it makes a crisp sound. The tilt seemed to be touched, and the long eyelashes trembled slightly.

Jun Ruojin's eyes are as deep as the sea, but they seem to be different from Fang Cai. What is the difference, the few people who have been looking at him can't say why. They only knew that this seemingly peaceful but extremely picky master, he actually drank the tea silently.

Several people looked at each other, not without surprise.

"Gong ...... What does the child think? Yingxin asked urgently, with a hint of apprehension in his voice.

Jun Ruo said lightly: "It's okay." ”

Qin Lao, who was deliberately dragging his pace slowly, suddenly turned his head, scratching his heart and suppressing his desire to go back, determined to find out from that girl later.

This one...... Does it mean nothing? The three of them exchanged glances, uncertain. Or Yingxin reacted faster, "Qingqing, don't thank you Childe?" ”

It doesn't matter what he means, as long as this thank you comes out, she doesn't believe that the Seventh Prince is embarrassed not to accept it.

He immediately bowed his knees and said respectfully: "Thank you for a lot." ”

Sure enough, Jun Ruojin nodded, although he didn't say anything, but the matter was finally over.

"Hehe, dump ......" City Lord Zhou glanced at Yingxin, stroked his beard and chuckled, "What are you so afraid of doing, Gongzi is generous, and I won't eat you." ”

But he was not happy to kill, so he carefully looked at the prince who was paralyzed.

"Come, sit down and rest, I've been busy for a long time."

Although she was also slandering the city lord in her heart, she was immediately stunned by the next sentence, and subconsciously looked at Jun Ruojin and sat at a table with him......

Tilt directly to shake his head.

"Yes, sit down, we can't talk when you stand." Yingxin also followed the persuasion.

It was hard to push back again, but when she finally realized that there was only one empty seat left next to him, her body stiffened in half.

At this time, Jun Ruojin and the city lord of Zhou had already begun to chat, talking about the four seasons of Linzhou City, mountains and rivers. Yingxin tugged at her sleeve and made a relaxed expression.

Laughing silently.

In the distance, the blue sky and white clouds, the mountains are continuous, the flowers are clustered nearby, and the birds and insects are singing. There was no room for them to speak at the table, and they focused on these natural scenes, and finally gradually forgot the discomfort of sitting on pins and needles.

I don't know how long it took, I saw that the city lord of Zhou seemed to get up slightly, and then I heard Jun Ruojin's deep voice, "City Lord Zhou doesn't have to be polite, since you have retired from the maid to be quiet, you naturally have to do it yourself." ”

"How can this ......" City Lord Zhou naturally took it as a kind word, the prince had to pour his own tea on his territory, and he was really arrogant when it was passed out.

"I'll do it anyway." The teapot was in her hand, and she couldn't bother the city lord of Zhou to serve it personally.

The teacup was six points full, and he was just about to go around behind him to pour tea for the city lord, when his arm was suddenly grabbed.

"Alright, my dad doesn't pay attention to that."

Yingxin was originally well-intentioned, the lord of Zhou City was born as a military general, and he could not change his clothes or wash his face for more than ten days when he marched and fought, and he could not work others for such trivial things as drinking tea and pouring water. But there is another person present at the moment, and this remark has to be reminiscent of another meaning - the prince is too particular and tosses people.

With a calm look in his eyes, the City Lord of Zhou had already sighed secretly, he smiled at the tilt, waved his hand and said, "Sit down, don't use tossing back and forth." ”

Now that he has taken over, he can no longer empty his mind at will, and from time to time he will focus on the people around him. How much tea was used, how much was left, how much was cooled, poured in the eyes and kept in mind, and the actions should be careful and thoughtful.

These actions have become a habit, and they forget what is wrong with it for a while, and except for the two people involved, everyone else is a little stunned.

Suddenly, a fresh breeze blew, and the fine flowers on the branches were like rain, and a pink petal floated and sank with the wind, and fell in the teacup. Sighing secretly, he reached out and picked up the teacup in front of him, pouring the tea. After refilling, he quietly put it back in front of him, not wanting him to suddenly reach out his hand.

Shocked, the hand holding the cup had to retreat, but he still swept the back of his hand. The tea spun around twice along the rim of the cup and spilled on the hands of the two of them.

The water was slightly hot, and in an instant it left a faint red mark on the back of his white hand, and he pulled his handkerchief to wipe it, but it stopped when it touched his sleeve.

After a while, she withdrew her hand.

The city lord of Zhou stood up in shock, and his heart was also stunned, thinking why these two people rushed with the water criminal.

At this time, Jun Ruojin smiled faintly, "It's a trivial matter." But the young girl is okay, right? He said, looking at her hand holding the handkerchief.

Tilting Wan's face was still a little pale, and he reluctantly pulled the corners of his lips, "Thank you for your concern, it's okay." ”

Jun Ruojin nodded, and continued to talk to the City Lord of Zhou indifferently, not caring about the previous small accident. On the contrary, the action is a little more cautious than before.

Yingxin watched quietly, and for some reason always felt that the attitude was too respectful. But when he turned his head and thought about it again, he was alone, although he was a little dependent behind him, he was still just a woman. Besides, they are involved in this matter, and I don't want them to be embarrassed. Yingxin felt a little uncomfortable for some reason, thinking that she would be better for her in the future.

After a while, Yin Hong, who had never seen anyone, walked over, followed by an old man and several servants, each holding a pot of peonies in their hands.

"Childe, what do you think of this?"

Everyone looked at each other, and there was admiration in their eyes.

Jade white, Yao yellow, Wei purple, race red, splash dark green, all of them are treasures in peony.

Only the tilt still seems to have not slowed down, and I don't know what to think.

"Hahaha, the son can obviously ask the old man to arrange it, but he quietly called the guards to do it, if the old man didn't guess wrong, but which lady in the family prepared it?" City Lord Zhou laughed heartily and seemed to be extremely happy.

"That's it, the color is good." Jun Ruo pointed to Wei Zi among them.

When the old man heard this, he greeted him: "Son's good vision, this is the queen of peony flowers." ”

Jun Ruojin ignored his words, turned back to the city lord of Zhou and said, "The city lord of Zhou guessed well, the side concubine has always liked peonies. ”

City Lord Zhou stroked his beard and smiled, thoughtful. Although this flower is precious, it is not absent in Jingzhong, and the concubines of the Seventh Prince...... If he remembers correctly, Master Meng is an important minister next to the Son of Heaven.

It seems that the rumors are true, the Seventh Prince treats the people around him well, even if that person's father will be his enemy in the future.

It was getting dark, the dinner was ready, and the group turned around for dinner. Dumping claims to be unwell, please resign.

The garden was crowded, and a figure flashed into the pavilion. Qin Lao looked at the tea on the table and felt that he was extremely smart. He didn't care about using the cup, he took a big sip of the teapot, and before he could swallow, his face changed suddenly.

Staring at the teapot in his hand, he swallowed little by little, his brows furrowed more and more, and he felt even more puzzled.

Could it be that you drank the wrong tea?

He hurriedly lifted the lid of the other teapot, and at a glance he knew it was his own workmanship.

But why? Obviously, this tea is much inferior to the others.

Qin Lao shook his head, puzzled.

……

Yingxin asked people to prepare dinner and send it to the tilting room, which is her usual favorite food. I didn't want to live up to Yingxin's heart, so I picked and picked a few bites, and I couldn't eat it anymore.

Outside the window, the moon is full, like a lantern hanging in the treetops, and the window is facing the garden, and the cornices on the pavilion are clearly visible. It was completely dark, and the garden was no longer lively in the moonlight.

Tilting his gaze back and landing on the tea bag on the table.

Qin Lao sent it over, saying that it was a high-quality tea and invited her to taste it.

Warmware, tea, brewing, pouring tea, all the steps have long been clear, and the aroma of tea is almost undiminished. She still doesn't like to taste tea, but she asks someone to prepare a good tea set and tea leaves, and always makes a pot, and then sits aside, watching the fragrance of tea curling.

Once I asked Aunt Feng to see it, I saw that her skills were sparse, and she had the heart to give advice. Her movements are soothing and graceful, like the wings of a butterfly, her side face is quiet and peaceful, and her simple clothes can no longer hide the charm flowing from her body.

That was the first time that Dump Wan was curious about Aunt Feng's origin, but he still didn't plan to ask. She thinks that people who have secrets in their hearts will always keep respect for other people's secrets.

At that time, when she first arrived in Linzhou, she did not go out of the house all day, imitating Aunt Feng's movements over and over again. She knew it was an obsession, and when she practiced her skills, she never made tea again, until today.

"Tilt." At the same time as the door was knocked, Yan Ling's voice sounded outside the door.

Welcoming Yan Ling into the door, he smelled the fragrance of tea, glanced behind her, and handed over the porcelain bottle in his hand. "My hands are burned, and I make tea."

His voice was tinged with displeasure, and he took it, knowing that he wanted to ask, but he forcibly held back.

"It's not a big deal, but thank you Brother Yan for your concern." Tilting a playful smile, wanting to reveal this scene, there were some things she didn't want to mention, even to him.

Yan Ling was silent for a while before he said, "Let's go out for a walk." ”

Tilting was a little surprised, thought about it, and responded.

The two walked on the path one after the other, Yan Ling's pace was slow, and he hung his head slightly, as if he was contemplating. He had the heart to speak, but he didn't understand where the sudden embarrassment came from, so he had to follow with his head down.

Yan Ling stopped in front of a dense flower, "Tilt, what did you think about what I said before?" ”

He looked up in surprise, a little dazed for a moment.

Yan Ling said lightly: "If I want you to marry me." ”