Su and Zhao Zhen talked while walking, and soon arrived at Fengle Building, a big wine store in Bianjing. Fengle building has three floors high, the building and the building are surrounded by the shape of the word "back" opposite, the upper part repairs the flying bridge railing, the carved railing is jade, and the light and shade are connected. The lotus white jade lamp is hung high in the front porch of the house, and the spacious and spacious courtyard nave is lined with columns, and the pillars are full of landscape calligraphy and paintings.

A food traveler came to lead the way, led the two to a private room separated by a screen, and handed over the food card. Zhao Zhen has been out of the palace many times, and he is already quite familiar with this rule, he came to watch the tea performance, and he was very interested, ordered a few delicacies, wine and dishes, and asked the cooker: "I heard that the heirs of the monk Fuquan will come to perform the tea distribution, but is it true?" ”

"There is no falsehood, the words released by our shopkeeper a few years ago have been laid out for a few months." The cooker nodded, looked at the carriage and sedan at the entrance, the servants and pawns, and said with a smile: "The dignitaries and nobles in the capital are here." ”

Zhao Zhen smiled, "Two pots of bamboo leaf green." ”

"Whoa!"

By noon, music began to be played and applause was thunderous. Zhao Zhen followed the sound and saw that someone led a woman from the third floor, the woman was wearing a short shirt with a green placket, a plain pleated gauze skirt underneath, and a fan in her hand, Shi Shiran walked up to the color platform in the courtyard. She bent her knees slightly, and made a blessing salute in all directions before sitting behind the tea table that had been prepared. Because the woman covered her face with a scarf and was far away, Zhao Zhen couldn't see her appearance clearly, but felt that her temperament was fresh, as if the little jasper had gone out of the pavilion for the first time to entertain guests, and she was quite shy and immature.

The shopkeeper-like person pressed his hand on the top, signaled everyone to be quiet, and said loudly: "The tea distribution performance has officially begun!" Whether it is the successor of Monk Fuquan or not, please discern for yourself. After finishing speaking, he strode off the color stage.

There was music around, and the masked woman burned sandalwood, and lit the Yixing purple clay pot, Jian'an black glaze cup, Chaoshan red clay small stove, Chaozhou sand cho and other tea utensils on the table with her eyes. Her fingertips were weak and boneless, and with a slight lift, the music died out, and the room fell silent.

The woman put the tea ball on the stove, smashed it with a silver hammer, and sifted it with silk. Her movements are graceful and smooth, not like she is sharing tea, but like dancing and painting.

"What is she doing?" Su and He camped in the army for five years, and only returned to the capital a few years ago, and he didn't know much about ordering tea.

Zhao Zhen said: "She uses silk to screen tea powder, and the tea powder is naturally as fine as possible." ”

As she spoke, the woman had already begun to wait for the soup.

Su and He saw that the boiling water was boiling, and asked again: "Why doesn't she brew it yet?" ”

Zhao Zhen's tone was gentle, and he whispered: "In fact, Hou Tang is the most difficult, and it can be said to be the key to the success or failure of ordering tea." If the water is not ripe, the tea is easy to float on the surface of the water, and if the water is overboiled, the tea is easy to sink. Only the right amount of water can brew a tea soup that tastes great. In a moment, the woman had begun to wash the black glaze with boiling water. She moves like a rabbit, like a white lotus swaying and flying in a storm, and like a musician's fingertips bounce and flow notes. She stirred while rushing, and in the blink of an eye, she brewed eight bowls of fragrant tea, and a poem appeared on each bowl of tea, which together was a five-character poem of a Xiangshan layman.

Zhao Zhen couldn't read the poems in the bowl clearly, but someone else who spent a lot of money sitting nearby to watch read it:

Seeing the moon and sitting all night, I slept all day after hearing the wind.

The room is fragrant and the medicine is warm, and the roasted tea smoke is warm.

Cranes peck at the new sunny land, and chickens perch on the twilight sky.

Looking at the wine rice, leaning on the stick in front of the small pool.

Before the words fell, the cheers, applause, and music sounded one after another. Even Zhao Zhen couldn't help but say: "He is worthy of being a disciple of the old man of the Tea Sage Fuquan Monk!" The woman's forehead was covered with fine sweat, she stood up, glanced around, bowed slightly, and stepped down. Many rich and noble children or scholars in the field rushed to get acquainted with the woman, but they were all stopped by the guards one by one.