Xiaotang nervously pinched Zhong Weiwei's arm and asked her, "What should I do?" What to do? Why do I think Ming Gongzi is going to lose? ”

Zhong Weiwei frowned, and he didn't have a bottom in his heart.

She became more and more incomprehensible to Zhong Xinran, but with her understanding of Zhong Xinran, Zhong Xinran would not act rashly if she was not sure.

But whenever he loses, Zhong Xinran will think it is an insult, and challenge someone who is stronger than himself, which is called self-inflicted humiliation.

Zhong Xinran loves face so much, he will not do such a thing no matter what.

In the first game, the comparison is still the real tea and the real fragrance.

With the right water, brew unprocessed tea leaves, and whoever has the most fragrant and long-lasting tea wins.

In this game, Chen Shaoming won without any suspense, and it was very easy to win.

In the second game, it was a cup of tea.

See whose soup flowers are the first to disperse and show water marks will be considered a loss.

The result was unexpected, including Chen Shaoming himself, who did not expect that he lost to Zhong Xinran with a slight disadvantage of two breaths.

One win and one loss, the stadium was silent, and even the wind was still.

You must know that this is the first time that Chen Shaoming has lost to a little-known person who can't even be called a tea master, and he is still a woman.

Although this woman is also surnamed Zhong, she is the righteous sister and senior sister of Zhong Weiwei, who is famous in the country, which is also unexpected.

Lu Chunhong's lips opened slightly, the ivory fan almost fell to the ground, grabbed Chonghua's hand in disbelief, and shook again and again: "Could it be that I'm blind?" ”

Chonghua glanced at her coldly, she retracted her hand like lightning, looked at Chonghua with a flattering smile: "Congratulations to Your Majesty, congratulations to Your Majesty, another fierce general." ”

Chonghua was noncommittal, squinting slightly at the tea table.

Lu Chun asked Hu Zizhi in a low voice: "Sister Huifei, what do you think?" ”

Hu Zizhi smiled slightly, put her fingers on her lips, and made a silent motion.

Lu Chun smiled, glanced at Chonghua, and said, "I'm afraid that it won't be long before another sister will be added to our palace." ”

Hu Zizhi looked at the tea table with a smile as if she hadn't heard it.

In the third scene, it was a hundred tea plays. On the basis of ordering tea, the tea opera uses the soup flower to transform into a variety of beautiful patterns, which not only pays attention to artistic appreciation, but also pays attention to the immortality of the soup flower.

Zhong Weiwei is still full of hope for Chen Shaoming, affected by the water temperature, tea, and weather, everyone will miss sometimes, a loss is nothing, the most important thing is to play steadily.

Chen Shaoming is Chen Junqing's son, from childhood to adulthood, he has experienced countless tea fights, and he has seen any scene, after more than a year of hard practice, and there is a Danqing master like Nan Xiaoqiao to personally guide him, the level cannot be worse.

Most of the people present thought so, but once again they were stunned.

Chen Shaoming's paintings are very beautiful, and the bred soup flowers are also bright and moderate, and everything looks perfect.

But Zhong Xinran is known as the first talented woman in the country, she is not famous, her calligraphy and painting are very good, and her exquisite and delicate painting style is more suitable for this kind of small-area painting.

Almost at first sight, Zhong Weiwei already knew that Chen Shaoming had lost.

This is an unexpected result, Zhong Xinran, who was killed in the sky, Zhong Xinran, who has never been famous for the tea ceremony, destroyed the famous Ming Gongzi as soon as he came.

After the audience fell silent, doubts and cheers surged up like a tide.

Again's mouth was wide open, almost enough to fit into a fist.

Lu Chun was so angry that she shook her fan, even more angry than if she had lost.

Hu Zizhi was not calm anymore, and looked at Chonghua tentatively: "Your Majesty, look, this?" ”

"Go back to the palace." Chonghua's face was expressionless, and he didn't pay attention to the two of them, and took the lead in getting off the stands.

Compared with everyone's uncalmness, Zhong Xinran and Chen Shaoming both showed an extremely calm style, both of them ignored the external voices, but calmly saluted each other, and then got up to leave.

It's just that the No. 16 bamboo chip, which symbolizes Chen Shaoming, was thrown into the box of the eliminator by the officials of the Fang Tu Pavilion, Chen Shaoming's brows jumped uncontrollably, and his expression was faintly depressed.

Zhong Xinran was different, with a dusty posture, he got off the tea table steadily, and in the face of the cheers and admiration of his supporters, he only said very modestly:

"Actually, my father also liked the tea ceremony very much, and was very good at the tea ceremony, and my kung fu was taught by my father, so it is not my credit, but my father's teaching."

The implication is that her excellent tea skills were all taught by Zhong Nanjiang.

This is not wrong, Li and Dongling are both tea countries, both countries are very respectful of the tea ceremony, whether the palace nobles, celebrities, or peddlers, small farmers in the countryside, are very interested in the tea ceremony, but also proud to be proficient in the tea ceremony.

Zhong Nanjiang, a generation of Confucianism, is of course not far behind in the tea ceremony, and it is reasonable that his biological daughter is good at the tea ceremony.

But it's just that some people inevitably think of Zhong Weiwei, because after Zhong Weiwei became famous in the tea ceremony, she never mentioned the credit of her mentor and father-in-law, as if she was purely self-taught.

This is a contemptible behavior in the country of Li, which respects teachers and respects the way.

The gossip quickly spread among the crowd, but it was difficult to investigate, Zhong Xinran didn't say anything, it was just that the people loved to pass on right and wrong.

"The old gentleman said a long time ago that he was inferior to you in the tea ceremony, and she said this, and I don't know what An's heart was."

Xiaotang is very angry, others don't know the truth, aren't the people in Cangshan still unclear?

Zhong Weiwei since the day he entered Cangshan, he has shown a very high talent and attainments in the tea ceremony, Zhong Nanjiang is very respectable, yes, he is very knowledgeable, yes, but he is not necessarily stronger than Zhong Weiwei in the tea ceremony.

As early as when Zhong Weiwei was ten years old, Zhong Nanjiang said at a small tea party that his attainments in the tea ceremony were far inferior to Zhong Weiwei, and let everyone learn from Zhong Weiwei.

These are all facts, but there is no chance to say it, even if it is said, no one will believe it, but will think that Zhong Weiwei deceived the teacher and destroyed the ancestors.

This is not the most aggrieved, Xiaotang said angrily: "I just think that her techniques and expressions when she fights tea are exactly the same as yours." ”

Zhong Xinran's technique on the tea table is too similar to Zhong Weiwei, almost as if Zhong Weiwei taught it by hand.

But even if someone finds out, they won't think about it in many places, the two of them are from the same family, they are sisters and sisters, even if the techniques are exactly the same, it is normal.

Compared with Xiaotang's indignation, Zhong Weiwei did not put her mind on this, her focus was on this strange game and Chen Shaoming's body.

Seeing that Chen Shaoming was leaving, she didn't care about the game behind, pulled a handful of Xiaotang, jumped off the bench and was about to follow out. (To be continued.) )