Near Yuzhong (noon), Master Wu Xi drove a carriage and horse to stop in front of the Wenfu Gate. Shang Lang got out of the car first, and as soon as he turned his head, he helped Mingyi until she landed steadily.

The old slave in front of the mansion looked at this lean little lady in his eyes. The magnificent satin skirt and the double bun (the symbol of the maid) that does not match it, the excessive maintenance between Lang Jun's words and deeds, is clear. While showing his hand, he did not forget to humbly say: "Lang Jun is well, my Erlang has been looking forward to it for a long time, and the old slave will lead the way for you and the little lady." And beckoned to the servants on the side, and said that he knew with his family.

Walking all the way to the main hall, under the gray and black roof tiles, there are white walls and red columns, which are clear and eye-catching. Even the huge dougong is stunning, because the arch is decorated with swallowtail paintings, and with the surrounding pine and cypress trees, it is a harmonious style of natural artistic conception.

According to the pattern of the front hall and the back room of the Tang Dynasty, the hall is open and intuitive at first glance, accompanied by the fragrance of wood, and you can see the staggered beams when you look up.

Ming Yi followed Shang Lang to the court, causing him to look back frequently, afraid that she would lose it. Turning around and seeing that she looked serious, he explained: "Zimo's mansion is expensive because it uses Wenbai as a beam, which is secretly in line with the surname and the way of life of the house. ”

Ming Yi was puzzled, "The way of life? ”

Shang Lang's folding fan flicked on her head, and said with a smile: "Bai Zi, take it apart and read it, you think about it!" ”

Ming Yi said in his heart, white wood = white eyes?

When you enter the room, there is a horse screen in the middle, and there are still long curtains (floor-to-ceiling curtains) around you, so the sunlight can't penetrate in, and you are not afraid of getting wet even if it rains. For the sake of viewing, Baba is also embroidered with red ground flowers and birds, and the royal blue flowers are beautiful, without a trace of blank.

Ming Yiwu sighed to himself, it was this style of leaving no room for room that made the Tang Dynasty collapse violently, and only blessed one day not to be a talent in troubled times. Shang Lang sat down by himself, playing with the unfounded worries on her face, always feeling that she was like falling from the sky, uneasy and distressing, and finally relieved.

Wen Jia Erlang walked out from behind the screen, "Jiao Shanglang has been waiting for a long time." ”

Ming Yi stepped forward and saluted, "Lang Jun is fine, it's a nuisance today, don't be stingy with tea and soup." ”

Wen Zimo raised the corners of his mouth lightly and smiled at Shang Lang, "You taught it?" ”

Shang Lang said proudly: "That's! ”

Zimo saw Shang Lang so excited, so he had to look to the other side and said tentatively: "Ming'er, is there any happy event for your family Langjun?" ”

Shang Lang continued to be nervous, and without waiting for Ming'er to answer, he took advantage of the situation and said: "My aunt has spoken, and when Ming'er grows up, she will be a concubine with me!" ”

Zimo's face was slightly stiff, and he slowly walked to the tea bed, and after tidying up his sitting posture, he still had an elegant demeanor. He looked at Shang Lang and said straightly: "If this is the case, it is okay, just take this string of copper coins to cook, and use it as a congratulatory ceremony." ”

Shangwen and the two have been messing around since childhood, and Zimo's affection for Ming'er is not that he can't see it. Coincidentally, he crossed the bright road with A-Niang, and he inevitably felt estranged in the future, first cut off his thoughts, suppressed his discouragement, and even if he was sad, he could slowly figure it out in the future, so as to live up to his brotherhood.

Ming Yi sneered, fiddled with the tooth-white porcelain jar given by Wen Zimo, and took out a closer look, gray and white, with no hair, is it a white tea cake?

Ming: Lang Jun, is this a Shou Mei cake?

Text: Have you ever drunk it?

Ming: I feel impressive, but it's not real. (That's a thousand years after I've been drinking!) ）

Text: This is the hour, and Grandpa took advantage of the vacation (business trip) to travel with his family. Passing through Yungui, it happened that the locals welcomed their relatives and served a bowl of tea soup with our passers-by, which is this eyebrow cake. As a thing of color, the white hao carried by the cake body is raised like an eyebrow peak, taking its meaning of white head and old age.

DS: When you were a child, you put it now?

Text: Shang Lang said with a smile, this tea soup is suitable for the spleen and stomach, and every year he always brings some silver money with the person who pays the lottery.

Ming: It would be nice to visit that family!

DS: It's up to you to go wherever you want.

Wen:...... (Show affection, die fast!) ）

Ming: What do you think of this tea soup?

Text: It smells fresh and sweet, and the slow taste is as mellow as bean juice.

Ming: Lang Jun is right, but the taste is lacking. Boiling water with epiphany, its juice is thick and smooth, and this tea soup is no different.

Shang: Two pedants, I'm thirsty, let me have a sweet taste first, how about it?

The two laughed, Ming Yi took out the tea set, only a set of sweet white rhombic flowers, although this white porcelain cup is more helpful to distinguish the color of the soup, but still asked weakly: "The world prefers Yuezhou green kiln, why do you use Jingzhou white porcelain?" ”

Text: "If you go with him, I don't want to, and it's in vain!" I only take what is pure and blank to comfort my heart! ”

Tea:...... (Is this a confession?) ）