Because the previous tea was bitter, Wen Ling also felt sorry for his benefactor, so this time, Wen Ling boiled chrysanthemum tea, added a little rock sugar to it, and went to the taste of chrysanthemum tea, but it did not affect the taste of the tea.

re-brewed new tea and served it to Qi Hanjiang, and seeing that the little female officer came back, the corners of Qi Hanjiang's lips that had been pulled down were re-restrained.

Cui Gonggong took a look......

Sure enough, the emperor's mood still depends on Wen Ling.

When he didn't know it, Wen Ling's influence on His Majesty was already so great?

However, Wen Ling is a well-behaved person, and Gonggong Cui thinks that if His Majesty likes it, it is not bad.

Moreover, the female officials who served in the near future were also familiar with His Majesty's habits and the like, and they became concubines in the future, and they could better serve His Majesty.

Thinking of this, Grandpa Cui smiled at his uncle.

Wen Ling doesn't know for the time being that there is already a CP fan between himself and his benefactor.

The new tea was served, because it was still hot, Qi Hanjiang was not in a hurry to drink it.

In addition, the tea is bitter, that is, it is to go to the fire, and it is cooked by the little female official herself, but Qi Hanjiang is still a little repulsed.

But now it's March, and the weather is still cool.

Therefore, after a while, Qi Hanjiang picked up the teacup, for fear that the tea would not be good if it cooled down for a long time.

After all, it was the little female officer who worked hard to cook it, and she worked hard to bring it in.

There are so many things, the little female officer is so delicate, it is not easy to bring it in.

Can't afford to waste it.

It was suffering, and he admitted it.

Who let this be the little female officer he chose?

Qi Hanjiang picked it up, felt the temperature while watching the folds, and then took a sip gently.

The entrance is slightly sweet, with a faint tea aroma.

Hey?

Isn't it bitter?

I glanced down, it didn't seem to be the color of the thick tea soup before, the tea soup boiled with chrysanthemum and rock sugar was light and simple, and you could see the bottom at a glance, what was in this tea.

Is this a change of tea?

It seems that the little female officer feels very sorry for herself, even if she wants to go to the fire, she doesn't think about it, she presses her head and lets him drink such bitter ginseng tea all the time.

Thinking of this, Qi Hanjiang's heart was full of joy.

But his face is silent, after all, he is already a mature emperor, he has to be calm and self-assured, he can't be happy and angry, and it is easy to be caught by others and weaknesses.

Qi Hanjiang raised his head, looked at Wen Ling who was waiting on his side with a soft gaze, then lowered his head and took another sip.

I don't know if it's because this is the tea made by the little female officer, and it tastes very good.

It tasted better than the chrysanthemum tea he had drunk before.

Thinking of this, Qi Hanjiang didn't hold back and drank two more sips.

Reluctantly put down the teacup, and then continued to watch the folds.

It's just that the fragrance of tea slowly lingers between his lips and teeth, and Qi Hanjiang always feels that he can't put away his thoughts.

It may be because the person next to him can always easily disturb his mind, or it may be because the fragrance of flowers is too tempting, so this afternoon, Qi Hanjiang's efficiency is really a little touching.

Fortunately, before dinner, the folds were finally processed.

Grandpa Cui is responsible for sending them to the cabinet, and then these folds will be fed back to the officials.

At dinner in the evening, Wen Ling was still by his side, first testing for poison, and then giving Qi Hanjiang a dish.

Looking at the little female official, her gestures were full of elegance, and Qi Hanjiang looked straight.

Fortunately, he still knew how to converge, and after a while, he retracted his gaze and pretended to bow his head to think.

In fact, the small corner of the eye is still there to look at Wen Ling.