A wave of depression surged into his heart, and the two souls and seven spirits that had been breathing in his body for most of the day suddenly became turbulent. This young man is really good, when he was looking for him, he couldn't find anyone, and now he came out of nowhere, and a few words successfully provoked Cang Wunian's anger.

"Let's go, I want to see how big your gift is. He took a hard breath and suppressed the anger in his heart. Because more than anger, Cang Wunian now wanted to know where this young man who seemed to be weak on the surface got so much courage.

Entering the Heavenly Retreat Mansion, a young maid and an old woman came to meet him, only to see the two of them owe to Cang Wunian and Qing Ci, and said respectfully: "The slave maid has seen the pavilion master and the domain master. ”

"No need to be polite. Cang Wunian said lightly.

"Grandma Zhao, it's rare that the pavilion master is free today, you hurry up and get a few good dishes, you can't neglect the pavilion master. Qing Ci said with a grin at the old woman.

The old woman who was called Grandma Zhao smiled like a chrysanthemum blooming in autumn, and nodded again and again: "Don't worry, the domain master is wrapped in my old woman." ”

After Grandma Zhao left, Qing Ci instructed the young maid again: "Sister Lian'er, you go and brew a pot of the Thousand Days Red I brought back today and send it to my room." ”

"Yes, slave and maid will go. The maidservant Lian'er left in response.

"Pavilion Master, please inside!" Qing Ci turned sideways with a respectful face, and gestured "please" to Cang Wunian in the room.

After entering the house, I saw Lian'er walking in with a tea tray in her hand, and two cups that seemed to have a glass texture were held on the tea tray. Placing the two cups in front of the two, Lian'er respectfully exited the room.

"Pavilion Master, take a look, I specially brought this from my hometown. Qing Ci pointed to the glass cup in front of Cang Wunian and said with a smile.

Cang Wunian's eyes condensed slightly, and then he picked up the glass cup in front of him, and the moment he opened the lid, there was a faint fragrance accompanied by the heat. Strangely, after the faint fragrance entered his nose, he actually felt that his previous emotions of anxiety and anger had been eased by this fragrance.

Looking at the liquid in the cup, the soup is clear and crystalline, but it is a faint red, and it is placed in this glass cup, like a cup of diluted blood, which makes people feel very weird.

Qing Ci didn't seem to notice Cang Wunian's attitude, he took a sip of the glass cup and took a sip, and then smashed his mouth and said carefully: "This thousand days red is a rare and precious flower tea in our hometown, this kind of flower only blooms on extremely steep cliffs, and only flowers that bloom for a thousand days can be called 'thousand days red', and after such flowers are made into flower tea, the color of the tea soup is like blood mixed with water." But don't look at this soup as a little mad, it has the effect of calming the nerves and nourishing the soul!"

If he wanted to say Qingci's words, every word in front of him was just listening casually as an increase in knowledge, but when he heard the four words "calm the mind and nourish the soul", his face suddenly stiffened.

Could it be that he felt his emotions ease a little as soon as he smelled the faint fragrance of this flower tea, could it be that this tea really had such a miraculous effect? But how could he never have heard of such a magical kind of flower in the territory of Beiyu Country in so many years in Qianji Pavilion?

And why did he always feel that he seemed to mean something when he heard Qing Ci say the words "calm the mind and nourish the soul", whether this scholar noticed something, or was he too sensitive?

Seeing that Cang Wunian was holding the teacup motionless, and his eyes looked a little strange, Qing Ci couldn't help but remind: "Pavilion Master, this tea is going to be cold, and if it's cold, it won't taste good." ”

As soon as the words fell, Cang Wunian raised his head violently, squinting at him, and the deep eyes under the mask were filled with thick scrutiny and faint killing intent.

The fifth, this is the fifth person who has recently appeared to make Cang Wunian move his killing intent. When he realized that he had this kind of killing intent, Cang Wunian had a faint uneasiness in the depths of his heart, he knew that he seemed to have something wrong recently, but when that kind of killing intent enveloped his heart, he really couldn't stop it.

I don't know if he was frightened by Cang Wunian's eyes, this weak young man actually pouted, his innocent eyes were full of mist, he seemed to try his best to endure it, but after only a few breaths, he cried "wow".

"Pavilion Master, people are just kind to invite you to have a cup of tea, I thought you would like it. Why are you glaring at me so fiercely, as if you want to eat people, woo woo ......" Qing Ci sobbed, tears flowing down as if he didn't want money.

The young man in front of him had already learned the ability to cry when he said he was in the council hall yesterday, but now that he came back at close range, he still felt a little unbearable. He couldn't understand what kind of mind the seemingly weak young man in front of him was.

An ordinary man who grows up to the age of seventeen should not be scared to cry casually. But he and this young man have only met twice, and the boy has already cried twice, when will the man's tears become like a woman's?

was a little upset by his crying, Cang Wunian had no choice but to frown and say in a deep voice: "Don't cry, I'll drink it." ”

As soon as he heard Cang Wunian say that he was willing to drink this flower tea, Qing Ci really stopped crying, but his eyes that had not yet wiped away his tears were still aggrieved, and he stared at Cang Wunian directly, as if that meant: I will watch you drink, if you don't drink it all, I will cry to you.

Sighing helplessly, Cang Wunian brought the glass cup to his mouth, and drank the pale red tea soup in the cup in one go.

The tea was finished, but Qing Ci still looked at him with blank eyes, and asked cautiously: "Is the pavilion master still satisfied with this flower tea?"

Cang Wunian frowned, he just wanted to finish the tea, and he really didn't savor the taste of this flower tea. However, at this time, there is still a lingering fragrance in the mouth, which should be the fragrance of a flower, accompanied by a faint sweetness and an indescribable mellow feeling, which is really a unique taste. At the same time, the two souls and seven spirits in his body really slowly quieted down, and the pain of the soul injury seemed to have been reduced a lot.

"This tea is very special. After a long time, Cang Wunian gave a faint evaluation.

"Hehe, I'll just say, the pavilion master must have disliked its soup color before, such good tea is hard to find in us, and the pavilion master has no reason not to like it. Qing Ci immediately burst into tears and laughed, with a proud and proud look, which was completely different from the way he cried before.

"This ...... Could it be the gift you said you were going to give me?" asked Cang Wunian meaningfully.

Hearing Cang Wunian's question, Qing Ci hurriedly waved his hand, his head shaking like a rattle: "No, no, don't misunderstand." You see, in fact, I'm a poor scholar, and the annual output of this thing is so small, if you want to give it as a gift, I'll give it to you!"

Cang Wunian couldn't cry or laugh for a while, he was indeed a scholar in this dress, but there were all kinds of strange people in the Thousand Machine Pavilion, did he have to be a scholar if he was dressed as a scholar?

But looking at his slamming the door, Cang Wunian actually had a rare idea of making a little fun: "There is something wrong with what you said." Since you respect me as a 'cabinet master', it means that I am your master, and you are also my subordinate. You should know what kind of existence the subordinates in the Thousand Machine Pavilion are to the superiors. In other words, you were originally mine. ”

Qing Ci's eyes widened, and he couldn't speak for a long time with his mouth open, and after a while, he seemed to be relieved, hurriedly gathered the placket on his chest, stared at Cang Wunian with a cramped and vigilant face, and stammered: "Pavilion, Pavilion Master...... Subordinate, subordinate, this life is yours, for ...... For the Qianji Pavilion, for you, the subordinates go to the soup to fight the fire, in, and do not give up. But...... However, there are nine generations of single transmission in the subordinate family, and the parents died early, and the subordinates and subordinates have to pass on the family lineage. If...... If the pavilion master has to force his subordinates to do such a despicable thing, his subordinates can only die to protect the dignity of the man!"

Saying that, Qing Ci really stood up, looking like if Cang Wunian wanted to plot against him, he would be brave and righteous.

"Sit down, I'm not interested in women, let alone a crying little hairy kid like you. Cang Wunian rolled his eyes, knowing that he was acting again, but I have to say that he acted really well.

"Pavilion Master, are you serious?" Qing Ci did not sit back in his seat, but cautiously tentatively said.

"Have you ever heard that I have a habit of joking with people?" asked Cang Wunian lightly.

Qing Ci seemed to breathe a sigh of relief and sat back on the stool, but in an instant he shouted again: "No, the pavilion master just said that what are his subordinates......? It's love to cry a little, but that's because the subordinate is upright and not good at pretending, but the subordinate is seventeen years old this year, not a little hairy child. ”

"Compared to those old monsters who are hundreds of years old in the Thousand Machine Pavilion, what are you if you are not a little hairy child?"

"So, the Pavilion Master doesn't like women or little hairy children, but likes those hundred-year-old monsters?" Qing Ci stared at Cang Wunian with a very strange look, as if he wanted to see through the mask on his face.

"Presumptuous!" Cang Wunian's face suddenly sank, and he shouted angrily. It's not because Qing Ci suspects that he likes those old monsters, but simply because of the phrase "I don't like women".

Speaking of "like", Cang Wunian's heart was extremely depressed, if he knew what "like" was, why did he have to take charge of the Thousand Machines Pavilion, why bother to make the painting fall into the gloom.

It seemed that he didn't expect Cang Wunian to be so angry, and he seemed to feel that what he just said was a little excessive, Qing Ci didn't dare to cry this time, but pursed his mouth and said in a low voice: "The subordinates are guilty, and the pavilion master is angry." ”