Shen Jinglan didn't speak, but looking at his eyes, it was also the meaning of agreement.

So he concentrated on ordering tea, and she also focused on painting.

There are many steps in this tea, first roast the Qingtuan tea cake softly, then grind it into powder, and then use the tea Luo to sieve the tea powder, only to see Shen Jinglan holding a brush to sort out the powder.

This is the most critical step, ordering tea, his fingers are slender and flexible, he uses a teaspoon to take the tea powder, put it in the tea cup, pour some boiling water, and mix it into a paste. The tea paste should be uniform and have a gelatinous texture.

Then pour boiling water, use the "tea whisk" while turning the tea cup, while stirring the tea soup, so that the "soup flower" in the cup, always pay attention to the urgency of water injection and whisking.

However, there is also a very high level of tea cooking skills, called water danqing, that is, in the process of ordering tea, the pattern formed by the pursuit of the texture of the tea soup. The dwarf paper is oblique and idle, and the fine milk in the sunny window is divided into tea, which is to say.

Shen Jinglan seemed to be very interested today, and saw that the black glazed rabbit of the kiln seemed to form a picture of mountains and rivers.

When it was finished, he asked Qiuyue to put the tea cup on the tray and send it to the dissolver.

She held a paintbrush in her hand, and the petals and leaves were sketched with a thin brush, and then colored, and the calyx was awakened with thick ink, and the painting was also sent to him.

The easy dissolution condensation said, "The effect is the osmanthus in the eight-flower picture of Qian Xuan." ”

Shen Jinglan commented with a smile, "The brushwork is delicate and the portrayal is meticulous. The flowers are delicate, and the leaves are fresh. Sure enough, it's excellent. ”

The flowers and leaves are horizontally inserted, and the color is elegant. The osmanthus is lifelike, the twilight smoke and rain, and the goose is yellow. The autumn breeze of Yushu has added a bit of casualness and innocence.

He tasted her paintings, and she also tasted his tea, "The tea is fragrant and beautiful, the tea color is fresh, and it is worthy of the top grade." ”

Shen Jinglan took the pen, sketched the flower shape for her that had not been painted, and colored it with her, and inscribed a line of small characters on the painting, "Orchid leaves are in spring, Guihua is bright in autumn." ”

Shen Jinglan looked at the full court of Qinggui, "The flowers are elegant and rich, and you can't have both." And only osmanthus has done both. It is both fresh and elegant, rich and far-reaching. The fragrance is ten miles, but it is still elegant and new. ”

Easy to dissolve and smile, but it is rare, she and Shen Jinglan have a common favorite.

Shen Jinglan didn't bother to write for her, so she just drank tea on the side and watched him paint.

Qiu Xiang sent rock sugar pear soup and cut tribute oranges, "The old lady came here, and when she saw the second master and the girl painting, she said that she was afraid that the second master and the girl would be distracted, so she didn't come in." It's just that the slave and the maid brought some food. ”

Although Yi Rongrong was smiling, he kept staring at Shen Jinglan, and his gaze became more and more complicated.

Shen Jinglan lowered his head and concentrated on painting, and did not speak, just waved his hand and let the maids go out.

Sitting on the pear blossom mahogany chair like a dissolvable gas, "Shen Jinglan!" ”

Shen Jinglan was stunned for a moment when she heard her call his name, and then questioned, "What are you calling me?" ”

Yi Rong was angry and annoyed, and finally said aggrievedly, "Cousin! ”

She frowned and said, "You called me here today just to let the old ancestor see this?" ”

Shen Jinglan said while painting the flowers and leaves, "The old ancestor has been muttering all day long that he wants to find a famous lady for me, how can my cousin not be the best candidate?" ”

Yi Rong hurriedly stepped back, she was like a frightened little beast, "Don't even think about it!" At the end of the year, I will go home, and I will never come to the capital. ”

Shen Jinglan couldn't help but smile, put down his pen, and said in a mocking tone, "Just tease you, you are still young, and your uncle and aunt will definitely keep you by your side for a few more years." I just want the ancestors to bother less, so I use you as a shield. ”

She always felt that Shen Jinglan in this life was different from before, but she couldn't tell what was the difference?

She asked him softly, "Why don't you get married?" You and King Jin have always been good friends, and now he is going to marry a concubine. ”

Shen Jinglan put down the brush, and a picture of an osmanthus fan had been completed. He walked up to her, leaned over and said, "Are you so looking forward to my marriage?" ”

Yi Rong pinched the handkerchief, half-covered his face, and said angrily, "I can't care about you Shen Jinglan!" ”

Shen Jinglan stared at her, his gaze was pressing, and he suddenly withdrew his gaze, "If you dare to call me by my name in the future, don't blame me for being rude." ”

Shen Jinglan! Shen Jinglan! Shen Jinglan! Yi dissolved in the bottom of his heart and scolded him a thousand times. She is used to shouting these three words, after entering the palace in her last life, she thinks of these three words every day, how many times she thinks, why does he still refuse to take her away!

"I'm going back!"

Shen Jinglan suddenly took her hand, she was pressed back into the chair, he leaned over to her ear, and his voice was numb, "Even if you are here, you might as well make more plays." ”

Yi Rong said angrily, "What if I don't want to? ”

Shen Jinglan smiled casually, "Don't you want to know, why does Aunt Wu want that cook's life?" ”

She naturally knew about this, but she didn't know it at the moment in her previous life, because in her previous life, it was the cousin of the Wu family who killed the cook Peng.

It's just that why Shen Jinglan knew, Yi Rong hurriedly said, "I want to know." ”

He put one hand on her shoulder, pressed her on the chair, and coaxed, "Then you can sit here." ”

Qiu Xiang was entering the house, "Miss Wu is here." ”

Shen Jinglan had already seen it in the window, "Please come in, Miss Wu." ”

Wu Zhuyu was wearing a crimson magnolia butterfly flower dress, and a slightly simple plain white tuanhua gauze was draped outside. She smiled delicately, looked very good, and held a cup of fragrant black chicken and red date soup in her hand, "The second cousin was sick a few days ago, and the ancestor did not allow anyone to disturb him, so it was inconvenient to visit, and I don't know if the second cousin is in good health." ”

This Wu Zhuyu is the niece of Aunt Wu's mother's family, and after her father and mother passed away, there was no one to take refuge. Aunt Wu told Shen Hui about this poor niece, and Shen Hui let her come to the house. Wu Zhuyu has been by the side of the second girl since she was a child.

Although the Shen Mansion had never treated her harshly, she naturally couldn't compare with the pampered girls of the Shen family.

Shen Jinglan just looked at the black chicken soup, "Thank you Sister Wu for your concern." ”

Wu Zhuyu looked very delicate, and hurriedly said, "Second cousin, you taste it." ”

Shen Jinglan just walked inside with the black chicken soup, put the red dates and black chicken soup in front of Yi Soluble, and took out the pen she was writing with and put it into the pen holder.

Yi Rong squinted his eyes and smiled slyly, "This is what Sister Wu gave you." ”

When Wu Zhuyu heard someone talking inside, she felt extremely rude, and her face was red and white.

Wu Zhuyu saw the daughter of the Yi Hou family for the first time from the bead curtain, her demeanor was elegant, she was generous, so bright and moving, even if she stood in front of a character like Shen Jinglan, she was not inferior. Such a talented woman, and she seems to be just wishful thinking.

Yi Rong smiled at Shen Jinglan, "Cousin, this bowl of soup is a little hot." ”

Shen Jinglan first smiled lightly, and then forced his gaze to look at her, "Does that cousin want me to help you blow it?" ”