Chapter 400 A bowl of tea before the Ming Dynasty How much do you have to say in your heart

The attacker brought a bowl of tea and said to Baoyu: "My lord, the tea you asked for in the spring of last year, the lower courtyard prepared it for you early, but it was stored in the cupboard, waiting for you for a winter, during this period, you didn't have any news, only said that it was to follow the royal master to do things, we were slaves in order to live up to this hard-to-change tea, deliberately used the ice Zhenzi rock blocks dug from the Western Regions to the town, until now, this manpower, material resources and painstaking efforts, can not be discussed here one by one, long story short: until you have a tea today." No, please bring out the tea, and use the boiling water of Baoqiao Spring to make you the first time. ”

Baoyu didn't look at the figure of the attacker serving tea, nor did he look at the brothers who stared at the beauty like flowers and coveted people, he only served his own girl as a child, and never treated her as an outsider, and never looked at her with a smile. is so acquainted, it can't be regarded as a kind of sadness for the attacker.

Baoyu, who was slowly tasting tea, saw that the tea was in front of him, and he forgot to give his brother a few concessions and invitations to eat tea, but took the first sip by himself and leisurely.

"It's really like a night of rain and a clear sky in the morning. Baoyu was unconsciously admired, and touched his chin with his hand to get a few hairs, like an old-fashioned tea critic.

Xiaobao glanced at Xue Pan, meaning that Baoyu didn't care about the two of us.

Xue Pan pretended to turn a blind eye to Wei Xiaobao's move, but he watched Baoyu's intoxicated expression drinking tea, which naturally reminded Qingwen.

Qingwen was busy pouring tea and entertaining guests, for fear of neglecting the group of partners in the group training.

The flower attacked people to see that Qingwen was busy making tea and pouring tea...... She looked in her eyes, but she didn't realize that the whites of her eyes were facing the sky.

The attacker muttered in his heart: "That is, because you are close to the master, Qingwen, you little girl, do you think you have ascended to the sky?!"

Since Qingwen has been under royal prohibition, she has the ability to listen to her heart.

Originally, at this moment, she should be able to hear the voice of the attacker, however, Qingwen is a lazy guy, and she picks interested people to adjust her "channel" to the string that can connect with her brain.

For the flower raiders, Qingwen only knew that not long after she entered the Yihong Courtyard, she was assigned to the flower raiders to manage. Then, in this way, this flower attacker is equivalent to his direct leader.

Everyone knows the characteristics of the flower attacker, but no one dares to reveal it, she is a smiling girl, under the master, above the ten thousands, and hidden deeply.

It's not that Qingwen doesn't know about attacking people, it's just that Qingwen's lazy philosophy caused her to ignore the psychological trajectory of her direct leader after returning to Yihong Courtyard again.

Wei Xiaobao took a sip of the tea handed over by Qingwen and sighed.

Xue Pan took a sip, closed his eyes, and savored and breathed deeply, as if he was intoxicated by it.

It seems that Xue Pan is far more optimistic about this tea than Xiaobao.

Baoyu suddenly had a whim and said: "Brother Xue, I think you really like this tea, and I really don't want to give you tea, but I can invite you to come to drink tea every day." ”

Xiaobao said: "Tea is not rare, people, rare." I like to come to Daguanyuan Yihong Courtyard every day, and watch my sister see my sister and young lady all the way. ”

When the attacker heard this, he shook his sleeves to cover his mouth and laughed silently.

Baoyu made a gesture to retreat, and the attacker immediately led the maids out of the gate in a playful manner.

Turning around, the attacker glared fiercely and unabashedly at Qingwen, who was standing still.