Qingbin Building has a total of three floors.

On the first floor, there are mostly gatherings of scholars and scholars who have no official status, bustling, chanting poems, and it is not lively.

The second floor is much cleaner, with seven or eight private rooms, and there is no place without an official body.

As for the third floor, there are only four rooms in total, all of which are elegantly furnished.

Han Xiao saw the calligraphy and paintings hanging on the walls of the corridor, and several of them had a trace of Xuanhuang Qi emanating from them.

Obviously, this is all the handiwork of Confucianism and Taoism.

It can be seen that this third floor is really not something that ordinary people can come up to.

The room Lu Chen booked was one of the third floors.

As the number one civilian official in the Changning Mansion, he and Zhong Cheng are both qualified to hold a banquet on the third floor of the Qingbin Building.

"It's really not easy to knock you Lu Lao on a deduction. Zhong Cheng was wearing regular clothes and looked at Lu Chen who came forward happily.

He looked at Han Xiao and nodded with a smile on his face.

"Han Xiao has seen Zhong Xuanji. Han Xiao hurriedly saluted.

Zhong Cheng waved his hand and said, "It's not in the mansion, there is no need to be formal." ”

As he spoke, he let Lu Chen and Han Xiao into the room, and then said with a smile: "Brother Lu is holding a banquet in Qingbin Building, there is a number of times, he can invite me for you, it can be seen that he values you." ”

"That is, Lord Lu is my old official from the river, and he has a lot of support for me. Han Xiao said with a smile.

The sedan chair carries people, Zhong Cheng and Lu Chen can give Han Xiao face and write a letter of recommendation for him, and Han Xiao naturally has to be respectful and flattering.

Anyway, just say more good things.

"That's your own struggle, maybe in three or two years, we will need you to help us. Lu Chen said as he walked to the table in the room and sat down.

This is not a table for a banquet, but a small square table where you can drink tea and play chess.

The lilac wood shows the charm of Taoism, and it is obvious that this is a wooden table made of treasure materials.

The treasure materials that can be used to refine magic weapons are only used as tables, which shows the low-key luxury in it.

"Don't worry, my lord, Han Xiao is not ungrateful. Han Xiao was not hypocritical, and spoke directly.

If you are humble and say that you will not be promoted, then doesn't it mean that Lu Chen and Zhong Cheng don't know each other?

However, Han Xiao was so direct that Zhong Cheng's eyes lit up.

Lu Chen put the small wooden box on the table and slowly closed his eyes and concentrated.

Zhong Cheng let out a "huh" and hurriedly sat down opposite him, his eyes fixed on the wooden box on the table.

The shopkeeper brought a small stove, tea cup and other things to the table, and then quietly left, closing the door by the way.

Lu Chen closed his eyes for a moment, opened his eyes, and there was a little more indifference in his eyes.

He slowly stretched out his hand and opened the wooden box, only to see a pinch of green tea leaves and half a bottle of spiritual spring in it.

"Good tea!"

A refreshing aroma came out, Zhong Cheng snorted, and then hurriedly silenced.

Lu Chen glanced at him dissatisfied, then opened the lid of the kettle that was already boiling on the small stove, and poured half a bottle of spiritual spring into it painfully.

As soon as the spiritual spring entered the boiling water, it immediately emitted a light and fresh air.

The whole room was filled with energy.

When the water was boiling, Lu Chen carefully pinched a pinch of tea leaves and put them in the kettle.

"Quick, quick. Zhong Cheng couldn't wait, so he hurriedly picked up the cup and handed it over.

Lu Chen snorted coldly, carried the teapot, and slowly poured a small half cup for him.

Zhong Cheng put the teacup to the tip of his nose and sniffed lightly, then closed his eyes and said intoxicatedly: "Fragrance moistens the heart and lungs, and the spirit enlightens the mind." It's good tea. ”

As he spoke, he took a sip, then muttered to himself in intoxication.

"Don't worry about him, how about you taste the tea I brewed?"

Lu Chen handed the teacup to Han Xiao.

Han Xiao is also a good tea person.

Later generations used tea to calm their minds and enlighten the Tao, and there was a lot of research on the tea ceremony.

Lu Chen's level of tea ceremony, in Han Xiao's opinion, is not bad, but it is really not very good.

He took the teacup, sniffed it like Zhong Cheng before, and then tasted the tea carefully.

"How?"

Lu Chen looked at Han Xiao with a little curiosity.

There is no shortage of good tea in the eighteenth family.

But those people from the martial arts family will only spoil good tea.

Han Xiao's behavior today is at least like that.

Hearing him ask, Zhong Cheng also opened his eyes and looked at Han Xiao.

"The fire is three points hot, but the water is a little colder. Han Xiao didn't say what Lu Chen's level was, but commented on the fire.

"Correct solution!" Lu Chen's face showed a different color, and he said with a flick of his palm.

Zhong Cheng nodded and said: "In the quiet room here, there is a little less breeze, which makes the fire stronger, and as for the water, because the aura does not disperse, it is more cool." ”

Lu Chen looked up at him and said, "What's the matter, my tea can't enter your mouth?"

Don't look at what Han Xiao said is bad, but those are all small details.

The half cup of tea just now, for Zhong Cheng, who also practiced Confucianism and Taoism, could reach March meditation.

"Haha, the tea made by Brother Lu is naturally a good tea. Zhong Cheng said continuously.

If you eat people with a short mouth and drink tea, how can you not bear human favors?

"Hehe, do you think this tea is so delicious? This tea and spiritual spring water were all sent by Han Xiao, and they were not drunk for nothing. Lu Chen smiled and looked at Zhong Cheng as if he had succeeded in his scheme.

Zhong Cheng frowned, looked at Han Xiao, and then turned his head and said, "With his current situation, it seems that there is nothing to ask me for?"

Indeed, Han Xiao was born in a family, and he is also a seven-grade military Cao scheduled by the new army, which can be described as an upstart, so why do you need to ask for someone.

"He wants to enter the academy, and he needs to ask you to write a letter of recommendation. It was only at this time that Lu Chen said that Han Xiao was going to write a letter of recommendation.

Zhong Cheng's face showed a trace of astonishment, which only disappeared in a flash, and then looked at Han Xiao and said, "Really?"

Zhong Cheng said this matter and wanted to write it for Han Xiao.

It's just that Lu Chen didn't know, and he thought that he could trap Zhong Cheng, and he was proud.

"I have to bother my lords. Han Xiao said seriously.

Han Xiao naturally wouldn't debunk the matter.

Zhong Cheng would not spoil Lu Chen's intentions at this time, so he nodded and said, "I should do this matter." ”

"Okay, it's better to choose a day than to hit the day, you and I will write it now. Lu Chen slapped the table and said loudly: "Han Xiao, you go and get a pen and paper, I have to catch this guy to rest assured." ”

Han Xiao smiled and arched his hand to Zhong Cheng, turned around and walked out of the room.

There was no one around.

This is the rule on the third floor of the Qingbin Building.

No one shall wait outside without a calling.

Han Xiao went downstairs, went to the first floor to find a guy, and asked for a pen and paper.

He was just about to go upstairs with his pen and ink, when someone next to him shouted: "Come, bring pen and paper-"

As he spoke, he was about to reach out and grab the pen and ink in Han Xiao's hand.

Han Xiao's figure flashed and he stepped out of the way.

The person who grabbed the pen and ink didn't expect Han Xiao to hide, and he stumbled and almost fell.

"Bold, Zhou Gongzi wants to compose poetry, and he doesn't want to serve him quickly!"

"Go quickly, if you sweep away Zhou Gongzi's poetry, you can't afford to be guilty!"

......

Several scribes in Confucian robes and big sleeves around him held the man up, and then shouted at Han Xiao and asked.

"It's okay, it's okay, is Zhou the kind of person who blames others if he can't write poetry?" That Zhou Gongzi seemed to be a little drunk, and after speaking, he waved his sleeves, pointed at Han Xiao and shouted: "I'll sing, you will write." ”

Han Xiao frowned, and just as he was about to refuse, he heard that Zhou Gongzi spread the people around him, and shouted wildly: "Qingbin upstairs - one - pot - wine!"

"Good poetry!

"Zhou Gongzi's talent is really unfathomable!"

......

This is also called poetry? Han Xiao watched as Zhou Gongzi stretched out his hand to pick up a wine jar, drank a few big sips in a row, and then shouted again with drunken eyes.

"If you don't drink the wine dry, you are not allowed to go!"

After speaking, he poured a few more sips, then leaned in front of Han Xiao, muttered a few words in a low voice, and then laughed wildly: "How, how?"

While laughing, he lay down on the ground, and actually snored.

The scholars and scholars who were watching looked at Han Xiao with big eyes, and there was silence.