Chonghua sat under the lamp and read, and the imperial robe embroidered with gold looked cold and hard.

Zhong Weiwei looked at the dragon robe, and suddenly felt a little worried about him, would he feel uncomfortable wearing such clothes all the time?

Chonghua noticed her gaze, so he put the book down and raised his eyes to look at her: "Sick?" ”

Zhong Weiwei bowed his head and saluted: "Back to Your Majesty's words, Weichen is fine." Thank you Your Majesty for the medicine, and the minister will feel the five inner ......"

"Don't talk about these flashy things."

Probably because that woman was coming, Chonghua's eyebrows and eyes were less cold and hard than before, and even his attitude towards her was much gentler: "Didn't you say that you should abandon your previous suspicions, be a good monarch, and be a fellow disciple?" ”

It's true that he said such things, but didn't your old man turn his face again?

Zhong Weiwei didn't dare to expose him to his face, so he simply smirked: "Yes, yes, Your Majesty said that he would hand over his back to the minister." ”

Chonghua also smiled: "I have tried the new tea you made, it is very good, but the tea made by Cha Mei Xun is still a little bit short."

But maybe it's because my cooking technique is not good enough, maybe you can do it yourself, and the tea will taste better. ”

Zhong Weiwei was aroused by him: "Your Majesty has the tea made by Mei Xun in your hand?" ”

After getting the affirmation, he couldn't help but praise: "You really have a way, the first emperor tried many ways but couldn't get it." ”

Chonghua's face showed a little childish pride: "Of course, if there are talents from all generations, the family and the country will become more and more prosperous." ”

He stared at her, "Do you want to try?" ”

Zhong Weiwei is obsessed with tea, where can he wait, and immediately rubbed his hands: "Just wait for Your Majesty's orders." ”

Chonghua hooked the corners of his lips, smiled and ordered someone to take tea sets, mountain spring water, wind stoves and other things for backup, and got up to invite Zhong Weiwei: "Go to Meiwu." ”

Meiwu is in the corner of the Qingxin Palace, the big Xuan window, the ancient plum rockery outside the window, and the shadow of the tree is sparse.

Under the window, there is a bright white as silver, soft as brocade dragon beard straw mat, and a few cases are placed for two people to drink.

A bright moon rose in the sky, illuminating the room in full shadows, as if draped in a layer of silver light veil, truly beautiful.

Chonghua sat in front of the window under the moon, like a god above the nine heavens, cold and handsome and unattainable.

Wet and heavy, gorgeous as a.

Zhong Weiwei silently rolled this sentence on the tip of his tongue, and then silently swallowed it in his stomach, retracted his gaze, roasted tea, grinded tea, and sifted tea.

Listen to the sound of water in the kettle, hear the sound is just right, the water is not old or tender, immediately lift the kettle, warm the cup to make tea.

Holding a tea whisk in her hand, she skillfully stirs the tea soup, concentrated, distracted, and harmoniously blends with everything around her, like a dusty ink painting.

Chonghua half-lowered his eyes, his eyes came through his eyelashes, refusing to let go of her every move, and smiled.

The tea soup gradually turned white under Zhong Weiwei's movements, and the milk mist was surging, piling up along the edge of the tea cup.

She stopped in satisfaction and looked up at Chonghua.

Chonghua's eyelashes twitched in fright, and his face was expressionless and ready to withdraw his gaze.

But seeing Zhong Weiwei smiling brightly at him, he held the tea cup in both hands and handed it to him, and said with some pride: "This is the best tea I have made in recent years, I dedicate it to Your Majesty, please taste it." ”

Chonghua unconsciously relaxed his tense shoulders, took the teacup with both hands with a solemn expression, and tasted it carefully.

Zhong Weiwei stared nervously at his face, for fear of seeing a trace of bad or regretful expression.

Chonghua had that loveless look from beginning to end, and she was so anxious that she couldn't do it, because she was afraid of missing the change in the expression on his face, so she stared at him with wide eyes.

Chonghua's ears were slightly red, and he calmly drank the last sip of tea before he said slowly: "Not bad, very good." It is indeed the second best tea I have tasted over the years. ”

Zhong Weiwei was suddenly deflated: "I used the tea made by Mei Xun, and cooking his tea can only be regarded as the second best, that is, I am really inferior to others." ”

Suddenly remembered something, and asked Chonghua with bright eyes: "Your Majesty said that it was second, so who is first?" It can't be the tea that you have tasted in person, right? ”

Chonghua raised his chin arrogantly: "Exactly." ”

Zhong Weiwei got carried away, threw himself forward and grabbed his sleeve, and tilted his head to ask a series of questions:

"How could he give you his tea? The year before last, he came to us to participate in the tea fighting conference, and I tried every possible way to get a tea made by him, and I pestered the emperor to think of many ways, but I couldn't get it. ”

In the moonlight, her eyes were dark and bright, moist, as if they were soaked in a layer of mist, and her expression was delicate and cute, with a bit of naughty scoundrel.

Just like then, he never came back.

Chonghua held back his greed, lowered his eyes and looked at Zhong Weiwei's hand, if she was willing to keep pulling him like this and never let go, how good would it be?

"Hehe, please forgive Your Majesty, Weichen got carried away for a while and offended Your Majesty."

Zhong Weiwei noticed his gaze, as if he was burned by fire, and suddenly withdrew his hand, looking left and right to him: "I don't know when Your Majesty saw Mei Xun?" ”

After asking this question, I regretted it, Chonghua was almost entangled with her before, and what they did to each other, they basically knew each other.

What she didn't know must have been in the four years after the separation, and in these four years, neither of them was easily reluctant to mention it.

Chonghua really didn't answer her, only pushed her newly made dragon and phoenix tea in front of her: "Try this dragon and phoenix tea and find out the gap." ”

Zhong Weiwei pretended not to hear the word "dragon and phoenix" he said, took the tea in a proper manner, cooked it carefully, and then handed it to Chonghua.

She herself tasted and judged separately, and finally shook her head and sighed: "It's not that my tea-making methods are poor, but that the tea is not good." ”

Chonghua asked, "What should I do then?" ”

Zhong Weiwei said: "Of course, it is to find a good tea ......"

It is related to the national economy and people's livelihood, and it is a topic that both of them love, and both of them talk about it.

Chonghua was amazed by Zhong Weiwei's deep perception of the tea ceremony and novel ideas, and Zhong Weiwei admired Chonghua's way of governing the country and rejuvenating the country.

The two unconsciously talked about late at night, and the drum sounded in the third watch, and Chonghua suddenly realized: "It's late at night, rest first, and then talk about it in detail another day." ”

Zhong Weiwei retired, and Chonghua looked away: "Go back and rest early." ”

Zhong Wei was only a little moved, so he had to say in response to the occasion: "Your Majesty also rests early." I listened to Chonghua and then said: "Don't get sick again and rely on not coming to the value." Regenerative illness will deduct all your money for next year. ”

Well, make the most of it.

"Do the holy thing." Zhong Weiwei smiled faintly, turned around and withdrew.

When I walked outside, I saw Ge Xiangjun in a hurry at the bottom of the steps, so he called her: "What's wrong with you?" ”

Ge Xiangjun ran over, looking anxious: "You are in trouble!" (To be continued.) (To be continued.) )