"Wu Jiutian Tea is indeed Wu Jiutian Tea, but there is an extra drop of wine in this tea."

"The name of this wine is Zhuye Qing, and I have always loved it."

Oriental Zitang also makes a lot of wine, but most of the wine is good wine in the small plane, and it is not very advantageous in the world plane or even the big world plane.

Among the wines made when she was young, only Zhu Yeqing is still by her side.

"It tastes good."

"Are you happy, then?"

I'm happy. But Yu Nanshao didn't say anything, but took a sip of tea again, and only after tasting the tea flavor did he say slowly: "Do you think that the happiness of this seat is only worth one tea?" ”

Dongfang Zitang sighed in her heart, she knew that Yu Nanshao was not so easy to handle.

When it comes to gifts, Dongfang Zitang doesn't think that the gifts he gives out will make Yu Nanshao happy, but when it comes to what Yu Nanshao likes, Dongfang Zitang learned from the mouth of the gray wolf that he likes Wujiutian tea.

However, of course, she didn't just prepare this black nine days tea.

"Do you know the origin of this Wujiutian tea?" Dongfang Zitang asked.

Yu Nanshao thought about it for a while, if a cultivator like them had the heart, he could do anything except esoteric cultivation and never forget it, but most of the trivial things would automatically hide their memories, and only when they could use them, would they open and remember.

"Wu Jiutian Tea, produced in Wuzhen, was found in the mountains by a girl named Jiutian to please her grandmother." Yu Nanshao confirmed.

"That's true, but do you know that this Wujiutian tea is not from Wuzhen?"

Dongfang Zitang's words made Yu Nanshao a little surprised, and he asked with interest: "It's not Wuzhen, then where is it?" ”

"Why does the Nine Heavens girl need this Black Nine Heavens Tea to please her grandmother? It's because the grandfather of the Nine Days Girl had made this tea for her grandmother to drink when she was alive, but the grandfather was gone, and the grandmother didn't know where the tea came from, nor what the name of the tea was, but when she remembered her wife, she would want to drink this tea again. ”

Dongfang Zitang said as he took out the zither at the same time, the strings fluctuated, and the zither sounded tactfully.

Jiutian Girl has a green plum who has been running the tea industry for generations and has a great reputation outside. Qingmei heard that the bamboo horse nine days girl was looking for a tea every day, climbed the mountain, and was covered with bruises, so she asked countless people to find this tea. Qingmei learned that the grandfather of the Nine Heavens Girl once liked to travel all over the world, so she inquired about the places that the Nine Heavens Grandpa liked to go to, and personally searched one by one, and finally learned the news of tea.

Qingmei brought the tea tree back to Wuzhen, found a suitable soil, transplanted it on a suitable wild mountain, and planned to wait a few days to completely feed the tea tree and then inform Yu Zhuma of the news, but I didn't want Zhuma to find the tea tree first.

This story has spread and become a major feature of the local area, and has become a textbook-like existence in the name of filial piety.

But the green plum behind this story is rarely known.

The zither stopped, and Yu Nanshao probably understood the story, he took a sip of tea, and his eyes seemed to be in a mood: "So, at the end of the story, the Nine Heavens girl married someone else?" ”

"The truth of this story is written in the book obtained by a tomb robber in the tomb of the Nine Heavens Girl, and the Nine Heavens Girl called the green plum 'Xianggong' in the book she left."

If so, why is the story behind it so poorly known? Is it for fame and fortune? Yu Nanshao thought that this little girl would not tell stories about fame and fortune to herself.

Dongfang Zitang was silent for a moment, did not shake his head or nodded: "In the book she left, it was said that in fact, the Nine Heavens Girl knew the truth of the matter not long after, and she thought about telling everyone this story at that time, but it was Qingmei who stopped her." ”

"'The world loves the beautiful things of talented and beautiful people, but most of the stories of talented and beautiful women that have been circulated have paid the price of their lives, Jiutian filial piety is true, I will treat Jiutian's intentions are true, and let them pass it on'," Dongfang Zitang recounted the original words of Qingmei written in the book by Jiutian, and said, "In the name of pure filial piety, Wujiutian tea can enjoy a good reputation in the seven major countries, and Wuzhen can prosper; With pure love, Jiutian and Qingmei were able to grow old together, born in the same bed, and died in the same hole. ”

If this matter was known to everyone from the beginning, then the story of the Nine Heavens Girl looking for tea for her grandmother would have been mixed with other things. Perhaps just because Qingmei joined this story, everyone will think that this story is forged by the black tea family where Qingmei belongs, and it may be thought that this tea Qingmei has long known where it is......

What scares Qingmei the most is people's jealousy.

As he said, almost all the love stories that have been praised throughout the ages have paid the price of their lives, and if any of the beautiful couples in the good story survived, they might be scolded by thousands of people.

Love, some people sing beautifully, some people abandon it like a mustard, Qingmei likes to read the script, but she doesn't want to live as a script. He just wants to like Jiutian purely, and his liking is a matter between him and Jiutian, and there is no need for other sublimation or embellishment.

The two of them have been for a long time, so why care how much others know?

Yu Nanshao looked at the tea leaves in the cup, and he didn't know if it was an illusion, he felt that the tea leaves were a lot greener.

Pure affection?

Indeed, if the story of Wujiutian Tea had added the love of Jiutian at that time, this Wujiutian Tea might not be so famous in the Seven Great Countries, and Wuzhen would not have become so prosperous.

Filial piety, in the small plane where Dongfang Zitang was born, is a compulsory course that everyone must take by default, but the attitude towards love is different. It is precisely because of this understanding that Qingmei's idea has created Wuzhen, created the family, and created her own life.

Love is a matter of two people, and it does not need to be recognized by others, nor does it need to be sublimated...... But will it last a long time?

So pure, he actually had two points of admiration for mortals.

However, if he was given a choice, he would never choose to be a mortal.

"This is the story behind your favorite Wujiutian tea, are you still happy?" Dongfang Zitang took the guzheng back from the space ring and asked.

Yu Nanshao was slightly stunned: "Why should this seat be happy because of this story?" ”

Dongfang Zitang: "......"

In the books that Dongfang Zitang reads, Dongfang Zitang learned a rule to please others - talk about things that the other party is interested in.

It seems that although Yu Nanshao is interested in Wujiutian Tea, he is not interested in the story behind Wujiutian Tea.

Dongfang Zitang felt a little headache.

Looking at Dongfang Zitang's headache because of this, Yu Nanshao couldn't help but smile secretly.

On weekdays, the little girl can adapt to various things and be clever enough to lose to anyone, but she is so clumsy in this kind of thing.

And she was the only person he felt that even if it was clumsy, he liked it.

Xu is heard a story that was moved and thoughtful before, Yu Nanshao actually began to think about some things that he had never been able to think about before, and after realizing that he was actually thinking about those things, Yu Nanshao's eyes suddenly turned cold.

"Since you can't make this seat happy today, then this seat will leave, and if you are not sure next time, don't bother this seat again." After speaking, Yu Nanshao's black sleeves flicked up, and the flowers withered.

People go to tea before it is cooled.

Dongfang Zitang looked at the unfinished tea, and then looked at the withered flowers, she pondered Yu Nanshao's last tone: Is he angry?

What is he angry about? Even if she didn't make him happy, what was he angry about?

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