In mid-spring, spring tea is about to be mined.

According to the customs of Liguo and Dongling, a grand mountain shouting ceremony must be held before the spring tea mining.

The mountain shouting ceremony is held on the night of the mid-spring sting day, and the whole country, from the emperor to the local officials, must hold this ceremony.

Because this year is the first mountain shouting ceremony after Chonghua ascended the throne, and the people hope that Li Guo can defeat Dongling at this year's tea fighting conference, so this year's mountain shouting ceremony is very grand across the country.

Three days before the ceremony, Chonghua bathed and fasted.

Stunned night, two watches.

Chonghua wore a full set of crowns, and important ministers and important ministers, including Dasi Cha Chen Junqing, as well as thousands of selected tea farmers, carried sacrifices, beat drums, and climbed the tea mountain in the Purple Bamboo Shoot Palace to worship the god of tea.

After the ceremony, everyone gathered around the tea garden and shouted together: "Tea sprouts!" Tea sprouts! ”

The purpose is to hope to alarm the god of tea, urge the tea buds to startle, and get a good harvest year.

There are many old tea farmers, who have lived a hard life for three whole years, and when they shout, their voices are hoarse and their tears are shining.

Zhong Weiwei stood silently outside the crowd, looking at these tea farmers who were full of longing and difficult to hide their worries, he felt indescribably sad, and at the same time felt that the burden on his shoulders was heavier.

Suddenly, someone shouted: "Your Majesty......"

Zhong Weiwei quickly stood on tiptoe and stretched her neck desperately to look ahead, but she was too far away from Chonghua to see what was happening in front of her.

The crowd stirred like a tidal wave, and from the front, people knelt down in turn, but in a few breaths, all of them fell to their knees.

Zhong Weiwei saw that at the forefront, in the brilliant light, Chonghua, who was wearing the crown of the Xuanxi Emperor, was like a silent mountain, kneeling there calmly and reverently.

She heard his voice thick and powerful, like spring thunder blooming: "Tea sprouts!" Wind and rain! God bless you! ”

It's just three short sentences, but it is full of endless sincerity and piety.

Zhong Weiwei burst into tears in an instant.

Whimpering sounded, and the tea farmers, ministers, and the Imperial Guards who were responsible for maintaining order and safety all choked up and shouted in unison: "Tea sprouts!" Wind and rain! God bless you! ”

After shouting, many people fell to the ground, choked and unable to speak.

After the ceremony, the young emperor got up, turned to face everyone, and said in a deep voice: "I will do my best to let the people of Li Kingdom have food and clothing!" ”

"Long live my emperor!"

I don't know who shouted, and countless voices followed suit, deafening.

Zhong Weiwei looked at Chonghua in the distance with reverence with tears in his eyes.

He was the only man she loved dearly, and the man she was proud of.

She believed that he would do what he said, because she knew how hard and tenacious he was in private.

After the shouting ceremony, the tea farmers did not leave, but gathered around the tea plantation and quietly watched Chonghua.

A gray-haired old tea farmer petitioned for the people, knelt in front of Chonghua, and implored him and Dasicha to defeat Dongling at this year's tea fighting conference, so that the tea farmers in Liguo could have food.

"Since the incident of the former Dasi Cha Qiuze, the situation of the country has deteriorated, and in recent years, it has been a series of fiascos, if we lose again at this year's tea fighting conference, we will really starve to death......

Da Sicha Chen Junqing looked discouraged, lowered his head, and said nothing.

Someone shouted at the old tea farmer: "What nonsense? Your Majesty is wise and works hard to govern ......"

The old tea farmer was so frightened that he trembled and couldn't speak.

Chonghua raised his hand majestically to stop the old tea farmer from speaking, and motioned for Zhao Hongtu to send a handkerchief and water to appease the old tea farmer.

When the old tea farmer's mood stabilized, Chonghua said calmly: "I already know that this year's tea fighting conference will definitely give you an explanation." ”

Seeing that he had a good attitude, the tea farmers began to talk nonsense.

Some people want to donate the good tea seeds they stumble upon, and some people want to recommend their neighbor's son to represent Liguo.

Some people claim to have mastered the best tea fighting skills and can surprisingly defeat Mei Xun of Dongling.

Chonghua listened patiently, not impatient at all.

Zhong Weiwei is also listening with his ears pricked up, automatically filtering out those exaggerated and unrealistic words, and intercepting useful information and carving it in his mind.

Someone lightly touched her arm, she turned around, and saw Chen Shaoming wearing a seven-grade official's green robe, standing aside with a gloomy face, looking straight ahead, resentful: "Mei Xun is a monster." ”

Zhong Weiwei agreed, and at the same time, she could understand Chen Shaoming's mood at the moment.

Chen Junqing made the great tea of Liguo, and while enjoying the honor, he also had to bear the corresponding pressure, so that he paid the corresponding price, and even died.

They all said that if Qiu Ze was alive or the descendants of the Qiu family survived, Li Guo would not have come to this day.

He died too early, the ancestral tea-making secret skills of the Qiu family and the skills of listening to water and distinguishing sounds have not been passed down, and the descendants of the Qiu family have a particularly sensitive sense of smell and taste.

This will also help them to achieve twice the result with half the effort when they study the tea ceremony. ”

Chen Shaoming said to himself: "I heard that Lord Zhong was born with a very sensitive sense of smell, which really makes me envious."

The first emperor is benevolent, my father has lost three times in a row, and he didn't treat my father well, but it is only three, I know that this year, His Majesty can no longer tolerate defeat no matter what.

The last time the Brahman and Zhou people challenged, my father and son both suffered accidents and could not fight, and then there were various theories, one of which said that my father and son took refuge in some people in order to save their lives and glory.

I want to take the opportunity to get rid of you, so that I can guarantee the status of my father and son in the Liguo tea ceremony.

There is a lack of talent, even if he continues to lose this year, His Majesty will not move the Chen family.

Actually, I would love to defeat the Fanzhou, I would love to defeat you, and I would love to defeat Mei Xun.

I often think that if I can defeat Akisawa at the tea fight, then my father will not be unable to hold his head up in front of people, for example, at this moment, he must be tempted to die to apologize.

But the tea ceremony is about talent, and he has done his best. ”

So he came to explain to her that the Dasi Tea Mansion did not take refuge in the Wei family and the Lu family?

Zhong Weiwei said lightly: "Maybe you won't believe it, but I do understand your mood very well at the moment."

I also wanted to defeat Mei Xun, but between my victory over him and becoming the number one in the world, and Liguo's victory over Dongling and winning the tea monopoly the following year, I chose Liguo to defeat Dongling. ”

Chen Shaoming was a little stunned: "I ......"

Zhong Weiwei smiled at him: "We are all people who want to concentrate on the tea ceremony, but there are many mundane things in Hongchen, and we can't escape." ”

An obvious trace of shame flashed in Chen Shaoming's eyes, he lowered his head and thought for a moment, then raised his eyes to look at Zhong Weiwei: "I want to challenge you again." (To be continued.) )