That tea is the famous tribute fragrant tea - around the spring cold.

At this time, picking around the spring cold is about to reach the season, the Oriental Goose estimates that after a few days it will be commonly known as 'Qingming', which is a very good time to pick by Sima Xuan, and it is the best time to pick tea, and it is impossible to experience the fun of picking tea.

At this time, the cooking smoke is misty and smoky, she loves the refreshing and moist mist in the mountains, and stands at the top of the tea field every now and then, looking down on the green sea of tea waves, and watching the changes in smoke and clouds.

The expression is distant and quiet, and in a trance, it seems to be downplaying such clouds and clouds for thousands of years, there is no freshness, no amazing color, no special expression of feelings, just that plain, inadvertently revealed doubts and nostalgia? It's puzzling.

"Look, girl, that's what you're talking about?"

She turned around, and the aunt was holding a clean clay pot, where the flour of the tea was kneaded, and the reflection was elegant pale green, and at the same time, the distant and faint fragrance of tea seemed to overflow from it, and she looked in a trance.

In a trance, I passed the clay pot indirectly, kneading the dough with my own hands, and didn't see the surprised eyes of the aunt.

She gestures gracefully with memories, as if every time she kneades the dough, she is recalling what fragments?

She looked distant, as if what was in her hand was not flour, but a long-sealed memory.

Sima Xuan sat in the hall, holding the latest fresh tribute tea that he hadn't had time to enter the palace, which was considered a second taste.

He used to think that the tribute tea in the palace was wonderful, but it didn't seem to be as wonderful as the original taste of the origin that had not been sent to the deep palace without a long journey?

In a trance, it seems that he fantasizes about a lifetime and a couple, so he randomly places a house in this vicinity, and the two of them come to this tea garden to drink tea and chat in their spare time, far away from the political pattern of the court, it seems to be a different taste.

He was shocked after reverie?

How can there be such an idea of being so bearish about the current situation.

As a prince, how could he have such unrealistic ideas?

At this time, I am just busy, and after this next month, I will have to return to the deep palace and the political struggle, is this line too difficult, so that I can't help but give birth to such an unrealistic and beautiful vision?

Remembering that the life expectancy that was originally said to be less than half a year was just a joke, gritting his teeth? It's not without gains.

It seems that I thought a lot about the future, about the present, about the impetuous heart, and the trance was also quiet for a while, so calm that people yearned.

Such a fright, thinking that his time is short, makes people feel a lot and think a lot.

At this time, I don't want to restrain the thinking of the running horse, even if it's just a fantasy, at this moment, all the official documents are put aside, and there is only leisure left, so let it be, so what's the matter?

So at this time, the face of the person in the blueprint became clearer, and he didn't seem to expect that scene to be in his mind one moment and present in front of him the next moment? It's like a dream, and I can't come back to my senses for a while.

Dongfang Yan was dressed in coarse white clothes, and she couldn't hide the simple elegance, it seemed that no matter what the clothes or appearance were with her, the relaxed and comfortable feeling alone was unstoppable.

People who have been struggling for a long time in a trance with strong winds and waves suddenly meet that quiet harbor, which makes people greedy for a while and can't bear to leave, just this moment of leisure? It's hard to find.

Can that go on like this...... Forever stuck in this moment?

She cooks rice and picks tea, he tastes tea and talks and laughs, can she always stand by her side and give her the tranquility of not being invaded by the outside world? Also give her a free and broad world?

He knew that she longed for freedom, but as long as one day he was still a prince and she was still the concubine of the general's mansion, would that kind of vision only become a phantom?

He was slightly stunned.

……

Tea cake in the pot.

The fragrance of tea was overflowing, and the aunt showed a look of surprise.

"We didn't think that this residual tea could make such a fragrance, where did you hear about it, Miss? I know more than we do, and it's true that everyone comes from different backgrounds. This is true or false, with a little exaggerated praise, and there is no lack of sincerity, and Xu is also really admired.

"Everyone's background."

She repeated her muttering blankly, looking at the bright green tea balls in her hand and revealing a confused color? It seems that something is about to break out of the cage.

The dull pain in the brain eroded the consciousness, only the unconscious murmur remained, the touch in the hand was so unfamiliar, and it seemed that every time I kneaded and every kneading was so familiar?

Sima Xuan silently put away a small volume of official documents in his hand and quietly hid them in his sleeve, how could she let her see him accompany her to enjoy tea and enjoy the scenery during the day, and get up at night to deal with official documents? Isn't that a ruin of her interest? How to get it.

At this time, her expression was empty, and she didn't seem to care about the movement here, Sima Xuan looked at her blank look for a while, frowning?

I can't say what's wrong, I can't say what's wrong, she has been up from a nap yesterday, and it seems that something is wrong.

He estimated that Luo Xinghe and they might be there in the next two days, and the party was very hard, and at this time the matter was only to sweep the end, so it was better to let the group relax and relax, so they decided to go to this tea house.

The tea house is located on the top of the mountain, and it is naturally not affected by the flood and plague under the mountain.

The tea cake came out of the oven, steaming with heat, and the fragrance was extraordinarily fragrant.

Sima Xuan suddenly felt that the fragrance of tea in his hand seemed to be covered by the steaming incense, and the fragrance lingered on the end of his nose, with a little astringency of old tea, and was neutralized by the sweet flour. In the mouth, the smell also spreads, as if carrying the moisturizing and silent rain before the dawn, lingering between the lips and teeth.

She looked at the tea cake in her hand, and her fingertips were red for a while and she forgot to put it away? He held it up so blankly.

Sima Xuan tilted his head, it was rare to see her in such a daze, and the fingertips were hot and red, and he didn't see her come back to his senses, who was anxious?

He hastily removed the tea cake from her hand and placed it in the cracked celadon bowl.

The tea cake is bright green, and the celadon bowl also carries the dark green accumulated over the years, which complements each other and is fascinating.

She came back to her senses in a trance, and he whispered in her ear?

"How can you be so careless? It's hot like this, and it's still in your hand, and it's reluctant to put it, isn't it? Could it be that you are hungry and reluctant to let go? And no one is robbing you. ”

The first half of the sentence is blame, the second half is teasing, I don't know when I got used to his intimate behavior? The fingertips were in his palm, and a snow-white silk handkerchief soaked in water gently wiped it for her, and she let him do it, and suddenly couldn't come back to his senses.

Her blank look, Sima Xuan saw it? A burst of gas......

Alas! Feelings you have complained about here, and you have done it all over there, haven't you?

He was helpless and helpless, he always seemed to be helpless against her, the fingertips in his palms were warm and red, and it seemed that the green and white jade shoots also had a trace of delicate and timid powder? A bowl of cherries.

Inadvertently pinched? It's that soft, too.

！！！

Suddenly come back to your senses, who doesn't know why?

Such an intimate behavior really shouldn't appear between the ladies who have not left the cabinet and the high-ranking prince, he unconsciously blushed his ears, and she is still at a loss?

He regained his composure after a moment of panic, but he thought maliciously - this guy is so soulless today, I'm afraid that no matter how light his demeanor is, he can't bring back the reverie of the fugue?

It's just thinking about it, and then reluctant? After all, he let go of the glossy fingertips.

He didn't want to scare her, he wanted to wait for her to slowly accept his existence, and when she couldn't do without reluctance, would everything fall into place? Thinking like this, I am a little excited, a little fascinated, and a little excited.

That look really looks like a young girl who is just beginning to fall in love.

If Fufeng is here, he must be sneering -

Back then, the master dominated the Shengying political arena, looking for joy and fun, how skillful he was, why is it that now that he has returned to Rongjin, that temperament is becoming more and more elusive? The second prince who is in a trance is no more, the merry prince who reads all over the flowers, and the scheming prince who is deep and disturbing the pattern is no more.

How can you show such a youthful and joyful look?

I really read it wrong!!

And at this time, he also felt that he had become more and more impatient recently, wanting to hug her, wanting to get close to her, wanting to drive away the existence of all unstable factors around her, and rejecting all her contact with the opposite sex, even Fufeng was no exception, is this the rumored lovesickness? Rumored love? Legendary possessiveness?

Is it really so green, sweet and sour, but it makes people want to stop?

He was afraid that he would really not be able to control it at this time, so what was in his heart and blurted out dangerously? And he is undecided at the moment, how can he easily export?

I found an excuse to go out, blowing the wind, and the refreshing coolness came to my face, and it also blew this confused and unresolved thoughts.

As soon as he leaves? She came back to her senses.

His fingertips were slightly red, and he seemed to remember everything that had just happened when he looked at his back? Again at a loss.

Grabbed the tea cake in the bowl blankly, the familiar taste spread, and the fragrance and astringency were full of mouths, which made people fascinated.

"How, miss, do you like to eat this cake? Why don't I make you some more tomorrow? ”

The aunt turned her head to ask her while she was busy, and the simplicity in her expression made people feel close.

She suddenly saw the white kitchen, printed tiles, advanced gas stove, bright light and warm environment?

Strange and familiar.

In a blink of an eye, someone in the living room crossed Erlang's legs and held Tieguanyin to read the morning newspaper, leisurely and comfortable.

It seems that the people in that scene all have a gentle aura, and someone looks at her with a gentle smile around an apron, endlessly spoiled?

"How? Yan'er, do you like it? Do you like mom to do it for you tomorrow? ”

The tail note is upturned, and when she is called, with a light child's voice, as if she is so affectionate, so affectionate, so favored, so accustomed, is it—

Did she ever have that kind of happy time?

She didn't know what to say or do, and in a trance she seemed to see the short dress of the pink piggy pajamas, with a short figure, and she looked like a child of two or three years old, but she couldn't see the face of the person in the painting clearly, and even the child's was not visible in a trance?

Her throat was astringent, and she wanted to speak, but her voice was uncontrollable no matter what.

In a trance, I seem to hear my voice at this time, with yearning and nostalgia?

"Little Yan'er likes the tea cakes made by her mother the most."

The voice trembled, with longing.

The illusion that I know will be punctured, the irrepressible yearning touch, and the despair that seems to be so desperate? In a trance, she foresees a tragic fairy tale, fearing that she will disappear in front of her in the next moment, telling her that everything is a dream.

"Yikes! Miss! What happened to you? ”

The last consciousness is that someone is crying out in panic, and it seems to fall into a warm embrace, and someone is calling her eagerly?

"Wild goose! Wild goose?! Wake up! ”

The voice was so reassuring, it seemed to sound from the bottom of my heart, and it was fascinating, thinking it was my own hallucination.

I wanted to raise my hand to touch it, but I didn't have the strength anymore......

In the dimness of her vision, she wanted to see the inexplicable scene again, but only got endless darkness.

In the dark, light and shadow wriggle, but no longer elusive.