Burning bamboo teahouse.

The four words are carved from the simplest horizontal wood, which has been some years, and the edges and corners have been rubbed by wind and frost, but the pen edge still exists, looking at the upright font, the dark is sharp.

Even if you don't know much about calligraphy, when you see this word, you can't help but praise it, wonderful.

"How?" Meng Zhaoyan saw the faint amazement in the eyes of the Song Painting Temple, and raised his eyebrows and asked.

Song Huaci looked at the plaque and nodded, "It's so beautiful." ”

It looks good not only on the plaque, but also on the scenery inside the open door.

The plain screen separates the hall from the two, a young girl jade finger caresses the qin, the voice is clear and pleasant, and the young man in the robe on one side has a delicate face. A few handsome men, talking eloquently, attracted the listeners, and they didn't know what day it was.

If it is just like this, it is not necessarily true, the four walls of the teahouse are all picture scrolls, one side of the bamboo forest is dense, one side is the flower face and the birds are singing, one side is the green mist of the mountain temple, and there is also the side of the family reunion.

This kind of matching set is indeed strange, but it also has a strange sense of fit, because the corners of the wall are connected by natural transitions, without the slightest disobedience.

Song Painting Temple can be so happy Obviously, Meng Zhaoyan's purpose has been achieved, although the Song Painting Temple has not said it in the past few days, but he also knows that Song Painting Temple is unwilling to be detained like this, just for the sake of her body, Meng Zhaoyan did not say it explicitly, after raising Song Painting Temple for two days, the body is almost good, today the sun is bright, the wind is not strong, just enough to bring people out to see.

As for why he came to this burning bamboo teahouse, he just wanted to catch up with it.

Meng Zhaoyan led the Song Painting Temple in, and the only Xiao Er dozed off with his head behind the counter, as if this Lang Lang story couldn't attract him.

Zhou Zhun stepped forward and knocked on the counter, waking Xiao Er up.

Xiao Er rubbed his eyes and looked up, Zhou Zhun's face was familiar, he looked back, saw Meng Zhaoyan, and was sure enough, and hurriedly got up and led the person upstairs.

Few people in the room noticed this, and they all listened to the gentleman's lecture.

Song Huaci also listened to it sideways for a while, the common ghost things that Mr. talked about were just intriguing and interesting, and she wanted to continue listening, but Meng Zhaoyan signaled her, and she didn't listen anymore and followed upstairs.

There is a separate box upstairs, and the sound outside can be completely blocked without opening the door or window, and of course, people outside can't hear inside.

As soon as he sat down, Xiao Er didn't ask what kind of tea he wanted to serve, and retreated.

Song Huaci felt strange, and before he could speak, he saw a secret door on one side of the wall, and a woman in green approached, bowed to Meng Zhaoyan, and called: "The concubine has seen the prince, the princess, and the commander of Zhou." ”

Song Huaci opened his mouth wide in surprise, and he also said that Meng Zhaoyan was looking for some fun, it turned out that he was a woman who came to this teahouse to meet secretly, and he came out of the secret door, maybe he was going to do something.

She didn't know why the acid in her heart came from, she just said it was strange.

What does Meng Zhaoyan want to do, why do you want to pull yourself.

Meng Zhaoyan smiled: "Su Ying doesn't have to be polite. ”

"Su Sakura?" Song Huaci didn't hold back the weirdness in his heart this time, and asked out loud.

Meng Zhaoyan was not surprised, took a sip of the tea made by Su Ying, raised his eyebrows, and did not answer.

But Su Ying spoke, she smiled and said: "The concubine body is Su Ying, and the burning bamboo teahouse is the foundation of the concubine's body, and she has been doing business all the year round, and she met the prince by chance, and the prince often comes to burn the bamboo and talk with the concubine." ”

This is not clear, Song Huaci has something in his heart, and he will naturally want to be crooked, but he didn't say it clearly.

"Jing Xing hasn't come back yet?"

Su Ying bowed her head, hearing this name, her eyebrows and eyes naturally contained gentleness, and the Song Painting Temple asked again, "Respectfully?" ”

Meng Zhaoyan opened his mouth this time, "Zhou Jinxing, the son of this king's young teacher, and the current Zhan Shifu Zhan Shi," he said to the Song Painting Temple as if he remembered something: "This Su Ying is the wife of Lord Zhou, the Zhou family is in trouble, Su Ying will never give up, and now it has been eight years, and she is still as affectionate as before, which makes people envious." ”

Su Ying blushed and lowered her head, straight and ashamed.

Meng Zhaoyan smiled, looking at the surprise in Song Huaci's eyes as if it was about to overflow, and he didn't admit his bad intentions at all.

Song Huaci reacted, and also echoed: "It's really enviable, Sister Su Ying must be in love with Lord Zhou." ”

Su Ying's face was even redder, and her embarrassed appearance was really pitiful, but it was a pity that the person who admired it was not around.

Meng Zhaoyan stroked the rim of the cup and said: "Lord Zhou is dignified, now he is not as good as before, he is definitely more tired than before, Su Ying still needs to be more considerate." ”

Su Ying nodded, "This is natural, I only heard about this yesterday, my husband has been humble for many years, and he will be reused overnight, how can I restrain him." ”

"Su Ying understands righteousness, and it is really a blessing to be cautious."

Su Sakura only smiled and did not answer.

After doing it for a while, the door was opened from the front, and I saw that Zhou Jinxing was still wearing an official robe, and his beautiful eyebrows and eyes were stained with sweat.

He seemed relieved.

Su Ying hurriedly stepped forward and wiped his sweat with a handkerchief, and the concern in her eyes couldn't deceive people.

Zhou Jinxing shook her hand and said, "Madame, go down first, I still have something to say to the prince." ”

Su Ying nodded, and saluted everyone before leaving.

Zhou Jinxing slowed down for a while before he sat down in front of Meng Zhaoyan, not polite or polite, more natural as talking to a friend.

"Why did the prince come here today?"

Meng Zhaoyan said with a smile: "You don't need to be careful, today I just took the princess out for a walk, and somehow I came here, maybe it's better to meet and be cautious." ”

Zhou Jinxing snorted in his nose and didn't respond.

The Song Painting Temple is also secretly slandering, obviously you have a purpose to come directly, okay!

But since Meng Zhaoyan said this, she naturally had to cooperate, and she was silent.

Meng Zhaoyan was not embarrassed, and continued: "Zhou Zhun came back, I have heard what he said, and if I asked him to tell him, this king also thought about it one by one, and I wanted to say that I really misunderstood this king. ”

Zhou Jinxing turned his head and couldn't help but look serious, "What's the explanation?" ”

"The teacher was the master of the year, and among the princes, only he took care of the king, and the teacher had great hopes, and the king did not dare to disagree, but now he ......"

Meng Zhaoyan opened his eyebrows, as if he was a little heavy, "But now, the minister is in charge, the teacher is wronged, the Zhou family is destroyed, this king is lightly spoken in front of the saint, and many things are lightly spoken." ”

"The prince is humble." Zhou Jinxing said lightly, his attitude had changed.

"In the end, I misjudged this king, the saint has never been favored, and all this king is now laid down step by step by this king."

Meng Zhaoyan looked straight at the past, "How can people be humble if they are soft-spoken, and they can't do it?" This king wants to show Xue's heart for his teacher, but he can only hide it in the dust, be cautious, have you ever known? ”

The angle of the Song Painting Temple can be clearly seen that Zhou Jinxing, who is still light and breezy on the surface, has clenched his fists tightly on the table, and his muscles are bursting up.

"Deep hatred, you can't go unpunished, do it, what do you think?"

"No, the prince's mind, I don't know what to do, if the prince insists on going his own way, I am afraid that the door of the bamboo teahouse will be difficult to open for the prince."