Chapter 63 The fragrance of tea surrounds the courtyard

People are divided into high and low, divided into three religions and nine streams, and divided into tall, short, fat and thin. The little boss of the pen, fun, and pavilion www.biquge.info is an ordinary person with poor looks and both civil and military disabilities, and he can sit in his current position, or rely on his whiskers and flattery.

But what is more comfortable flattering others than being flattered by others?

The short-legged man looked at the little boss and squinted and grinned, with an indulgent and interesting look, and laughed and scolded in his heart, although this guy has a little conscience, his face is too thick. He didn't look in the mirror, he and others praised him to the sky, he didn't think it was too fake, and he could still bear it safely.

Striking while the iron was hot, the short-legged man seized the opportunity of the little leader's good mood, and then begged: "My lord, look at us, the dust on our clothes has accumulated several layers, so let us in." ”

Although it can be concluded that the emperor is controlled by others now, the short-legged man still wants to find an opportunity to investigate the imperial capital.

It's a pity that the little boss has never seen strong winds and waves, and he can't talk about being exquisite, but he has been fighting at the bottom all the year round, and he has also grown a cautious mentality. He thought to himself that more is better than less, and it is not a big deal for a few mud-legged men to wait a little longer at the city gate.

The little leader turned his mind for a moment, and his eyes widened, "A few of you have also drunk water, what are you still clamoring about here?" Wait there quietly for the city gate to open, or else I'll go back to the ancestral ceremony. ”

"My lord, you can be accommodating again......"

Before the short-legged man finished speaking, the little leader waved his hand impatiently, and waved away a few people like flies, "Don't talk nonsense, get out." ”

Several Tianlin soldiers vividly played the attitude of being angry and dejected, watching them droop their heads and move step by step in the direction of the ancestral altar, the little leader was relieved. He stuck his head back inside the city walls and said secretly, it didn't seem to be a spy.

Twelve hours a day, drinking water and talking and laughing are like a breeze around the fingers, fleeting. At this time, the sun is already in the west, and the yellow curtain is in the sky, and the sunset is in the west.

Chen Baichuan sat in the courtyard of Fuzhong, looking at the direction of the ancestral worship platform from afar, his red lips slightly curled. I don't know whether it is the joy in my heart, or the fragrance of tea in the mouth, he always keeps smiling and quietly looks into the distance.

Beside him, there stood a sloppy old man, sometimes frowning, sometimes chuckling, annoyance and comfort like old friends for many years, holding hands together, in the old man's heart, you come and go, left and right.

Chen Baichuan poured boiling hot water into the teapot, raised his hand, and a line of tender green and hidden green flowed from the mouth of the teapot, and the water column converged in a pair of celadon teacups, rising with a light mist.

The red-lipped boy sits in the courtyard under the moon and tastes fragrant tea. This face is elegant and beautiful, if it is painted by the painter on Baijuan's drawing paper and circulated, it may cause a few ladies to blush their cheeks and move their hearts. It's a pity that the sloppy old man next to him naturally hates elegance, so he likes to eat meat and drink a lot.

He stretched out a swarthy palm and grabbed the tea on the table.

Chen Baichuan saw that he was like an old cow chewing peonies, and his head was bruised. This old bastard chews something that is not at the same price as a peony. In order to be able to drink tea, Chen Baichuan spent a lot of thought to complete this small interest in his previous life.

He said angrily: "Senior, tea is not drunk like this. ”

The sloppy old man looked sideways at Chen Baichuan, his beard blowing upward, "I can drink as much as I want, where did you get this bitter thing?" Seeing you drunk on the sidelines, I thought it was something good. ”

Chen Baichuan took care of himself and tasted the bright moon tea, and only after a while did he pay attention to the angry old man Zhan on the side.

"Tea, bitter in the mouth, sweet aftertaste. Drink it in small sips and swallow it indiscriminately is not the beauty of tea, and the seniors will try it again. ”

Old man Zhan took the teacup handed over by Chen Baichuan with a happy face, and carefully tasted the verdant in the cup according to his words. Sure enough, after being slightly bitter, I don't know if it was true or psychological, and the inexplicable sweetness slowly bloomed in Old Man Zhan's mouth. The taste buds were satisfied like they had never experienced, and Old Man Zhan felt that his whole person was refreshed.

Anyone with eyes can see that Old Man Zhan has been conquered by the drink of tea, of course, Old Man Zhan still refuses to admit it. He snatched the sandalwood box containing the remaining tea leaves on the table with one hand, but said degradingly: "The old man looked at what you said, and really thought it was a good thing, but it was also very sparse and ordinary, and it was not much different from the summer soup sold by the old grandmother on the street corner." The green tendons on Chen Baichuan's forehead jumped up again, "Since it is a sparse and ordinary thing, why is it so tight that the predecessors hug?" ”

The old man Zhan, who held the sandalwood box in his arms, was very thick-skinned, and he didn't know how to answer for a while. He is like the little doll guarding the sugar gourd on the street, holding his baby for fear of being robbed.

Chen Baichuan looked at his wide-open cloudy old eyes, and continued to drink tea sullenly.

Why is it only Old Man Zhan who is in a mood?

Raising a glass to look at the moon, a trace of tiredness appeared in Chen Baichuan's eyes. This trip to the imperial capital was very easy, although there were many variables, such as the seductive little phoenix, everything was still staged according to the script written by him and the proud son of Qingguo. But even so, his heart was still uneasy.

Where he didn't expect it, what other variables existed?

To the moon, looking at the moon, there is no wine in the cup is tea. Chen Baichuan smelled the fragrance rising from the cup and was speechless for a while. Next to him, there was still a sloppy old man, his face cloudy.