"Lord Wang, the people have brought it!"

The guards took Zhang Ji to the garrison mansion, saluted Zhao Fan, and waited outside the door by himself.

Zhao Fan nodded at the guards and looked Zhang Ji up and down.

To say that the two have fought for several rounds, but it is the first time they have met, when Zhao Fan entered the city, Zhang Ji had already become a prisoner, so naturally he did not see him.

I saw that this slender face was white and beardless, with red lips and white teeth, and a long body, which was quite a bit of a beautiful man.

"Mr. Zhang, I have been friends for a long time, and when I see it today, I really am a talent! This king has been busy with affairs recently, and he didn't meet with his husband in time, I'm really sorry, I'm sorry! ”

Zhao Fan's three steps turned into two steps, walked to Zhang Ji's side, grabbed his hand, and walked to the table.

This made Zhang Ji a little at a loss, reaching out not to hit the smiling person, and he didn't know how to say some embarrassing words that he had prepared.

Zhao Fan pulled Zhang Ji to a strange-looking chair, pressed it on it, and said softly, "What does Mr. Zhang want to drink?" Longjing or Biluochun? ”

Zhang Ji was a little unnatural in the chair, hey, don't say it, this thing is quite comfortable to sit up, and when he heard Zhao Fan's question, he couldn't help but say a little restrainedly, "Guests are as they please, the prince can drink whatever he wants." ”

"That's good, then soak in the pot Longjing, this Longjing before the rain is very precious, I asked Du Xiang for a long time to ask for such a little."

As Zhao Fan spoke, he took out two small pots from under the table, as well as a few teacups the size of walnuts, picked up the boiling water next to him, and picked them up on a utensil with a small grid.

I saw that he would rinse the teacup with boiling water for a while, put the two small pots into the boiling water and boil them for a while, and finally slowly put the tea leaves into the small pot and poured boiling water into it.

Just when Zhang Ji thought that he could finally drink tea, Zhao Fan poured out the tea in the pot again, which made him a little incomprehensible.

"What about this tea, you have to wash the tea before drinking, the tea for the first time is bitter, the taste is heavy, and there is dust and the like, so it's better not to drink it." Zhao Fan looked at Zhang Ji, who was puzzled, and explained slowly.

Zhang Ji saw that Zhao Fan had broken his heart, and he couldn't help but blush, nodded and didn't speak.

Zhao Fan smiled, poured boiling water into the teapot again, and then poured the tea in the teapot into another teapot, and finally used the teapot to fill the small cup with tea.

"Okay, Mr. Zhang, let's drink tea, tea should be drunk while it is hot." Zhao Fan pointed to the teacup and said softly.

Zhang Ji didn't hesitate, picked up the teacup and blew it twice before slowly sipping it.

He had never seen such a tea drinker, not only with a variety of patterns, but also with exquisite utensils, this teacup was smaller than the tea bowl he usually used, I don't know how many times smaller.

There are no tea leaves in this tea, but just when it is brought to the mouth, I feel that the tea fragrance is overflowing, so it is not tempting, and it is even more fragrant after drinking, and the aftertaste is endless.

"How?" Zhao Fan took a sip of the teacup and said with a soft smile.

"Good tea!" Even though the positions of the two are different, Zhang Ji has to admit that Zhao Fan did make a good pot of tea.

"Then drink more." Zhao Fan smiled and filled Zhang Ji with tea again.

Zhang Ji glanced at Zhao Fan strangely, didn't speak, just picked up the teacup and continued to taste tea.

And Zhao Fan didn't say anything more, just repeated tea washing, making tea, and making tea.

The two of them sat without saying a word, and the tea on the table was never interrupted.

After a while, Zhang Ji's stomach, which had already drunk dozens of cups of tea, swelled like a ball, and he couldn't help it, so he asked helplessly, "Lord Wang, you didn't come to me just to drink tea, right?" ”

"yes, or not?" Zhao Fan raised his head and said with an innocent face.

"......" Zhang Ji opened his mouth, and he was a little speechless.

"Come, keep drinking tea, keep drinking tea." Zhao Fan didn't seem to see Zhang Ji's red face, and still poured tea by himself.

"Lord Wang, if it's okay, then I'll go first." Zhang Ji stared at Zhao Fan directly, and said with some resentment.

"Let's go, where are we going? Go back to your cell? Zhao Fan stopped pouring tea and said leisurely.

"This ......" Zhang Ji was speechless, and he was even more unconfident when he spoke.

In fact, Zhang Ji's mood was very complicated, and it was just pure hatred at first, because Zhao Fan killed his friend Ma Yin.

Especially when he held a heavy army and stood in Shaanzhou City, because of the expansion of his strength, this idea of revenge was magnified to the limit.

But with the fall of Shaanzhou City, he himself became a prisoner, this flame of revenge is like a candle in the cold wind, and it will soon be extinguished, this is human nature, when you have the ability, you will think a lot, but once you lose this ability, your thoughts will soon be dispelled.

And the reason why Zhao Fan kept Zhang Ji was also because this guy had no ambitions, and he also had some attainments in internal affairs, in history, he could have become the lord of Southern Chu, but this guy put Ma Yin on the throne alive, and he was willing to be his auxiliary.

"If you have time, Sir may wish to chat with me for a while, maybe there will be some different ideas." Zhao Fan filled Zhang Ji with tea again, and said lightly.

"Lord Wang, please speak." Zhang Ji waved his hand and said helplessly.

"I don't know what Mr. ideal's is?" Zhao Fan smiled and asked seriously.

"This ...... The villain didn't think so much, just wanted to survive in this troubled world, I don't know what the prince's ideal is? Zhang Ji was stunned for a moment and said slowly.

"My ideal? I have a lot of ideals. Zhao Fan put down the teacup and said in a deep voice, "I hope to recreate the glory of the Tang Dynasty, I hope that the people of the world can have no worries about food and clothing, no longer have to suffer from war, wives and families are broken, I hope to be able to attack the alien race in the north, completely eliminate the threat from the north, I hope to conquer the west and build the Anxi Protectorate." ”

"I have too many ideals, maybe too many things backfire, maybe in the next ten years, twenty years, or even in my lifetime, but I will always walk on the road to realizing these ideals without regrets."

This is the first time Zhao Fan has talked to others about his ideals so clearly, and he didn't expect that this person would be Zhang Ji, and he suddenly said these things inexplicably, and when the words went deeper, the whole person's emotions were revealed.

Zhang Ji was a little stunned, Zhao Fan's words were like stormy waves on the sea, and his thoughts were instantly submerged.

There are no grandiose words, no passion, it is just a few calm words that make Zhang Ji suddenly feel like an empowerment, and suddenly recall the scene when he just joined the Huangchao Army.

At that time, Zhang Ji was just an ordinary scholar, because of his family's poverty, he was bullied, the court was tyrannical, and the officials were corrupt.

But after all these years, have they done it? No, they didn't do anything, but completely torn apart the Tang Dynasty, the feudal towns fought endlessly, the people were struggling to make a living, corpses were everywhere, and white bones were exposed.

Is this really the result he wants?