Feng Miao only cared about reminding not to drink, lest the king of Beihai make something happen after drinking, but she forgot about these children of the family, and regarded tea as a thing of treating guests to taste pulp, slightly sour and sweet, she was not used to it when she first came to Pingcheng, and she liked to eat it after a long time, and forgot for a while, in the eyes of the children of the family, buttermilk is something that cannot be put on the table.

The children of the family did not dare to openly question the imperial power, so they could only sprinkle their dissatisfaction on her. Feng Miao pinched a polite but not humble tone; "Since Zheng Gongzi asked so, he must love tea, may I ask Zheng Gongzi, how is the taste of tea compared to the taste of buttermilk? ＂

Xingyang Zheng's two family heirloom skills, it is calligraphy and sencha, Zheng Sihe with a proud face, "tea can clear the turbidity, the beginning is light, the aftertaste is strong, the lips and teeth are fragrant, and the meaning is far-reaching." He glanced at the buttermilk disdainfully, "As for this, the smell is strange and evil, and it is only tasted by spouses, and it is not worthy of special tasting." ”

Feng Miao smiled and nodded, "Zheng Gongzi is extremely right. At this time, the buttermilk is sent, which is exactly what it means. ”

Zheng Sihe was stunned by her, and involuntarily recalled whether there were any flaws left between his words.

Feng Miao picked up the small bowl containing the buttermilk, and casually beckoned a little palace maid to come over and ask her to change the bowl again. The little palace maid trotted back, Feng Miao took the small bowl, and held it in front of Zheng Sihe with both hands, "The master's lecture is not over yet, this buttermilk with snacks was originally for everyone to eat and play." As for tea, you need to taste it calmly to appreciate the taste. At the end of the lecture, good tea will be offered and distinguished guests will be entertained. ”

Everyone didn't expect that such a young girl could say this, but it seemed that the son of the Zheng family was too picky and stingy. Zheng Sihe let out a stupid "um", picked up the wide cuffs, and was about to take the bowl of buttermilk.

His hand stretched out in front of him, but Feng Miao suddenly shrank back, avoided it, and put the small bowl straight on the table, "Tea can cultivate one's body, but buttermilk can fill the stomach, Zheng Gongzi might as well change the taste and try it." ”

They are all smart people, how can they not understand the meaning of her words. The royal family invited the children of the family to participate in the lecture because they had the intention to promote them, but this was originally the icing on the cake. If they don't know what to do, the royal family won't give them this face.

Behind the glass bead curtain, the Queen Mother, who had been silent, snorted lightly, "This sentence is a bit graceful, and the mourning family may not dare to say so at her age." ”

Aunt Cui was behind her, and took the words respectfully, "Born in the Feng family, and being able to get the teachings of the Empress Dowager, it is naturally extraordinary. ”

The Empress Dowager was noncommittal, and her armor gently scraped the back of her hand, "Seeing that she is always supported by Qing'er's girl on weekdays, I think she just doesn't want to cause trouble." Her biological mother was born as a singer, and she didn't see it, but her ability is not small. "Feng Xi had just been crowned king, so he brought back a lowly singer from outside as a concubine, and the eldest princess of Boling made a big fuss about this.

"That's what I said before, you can arrange it." The Empress Dowager paused for a moment, and then said, "Even if it is pure gold and jade, it has to be carved before it can be completed." ”

Outside the glass bead curtain, Feng Miao didn't look at Zheng Sihe's face, and walked out of the house quickly with the empty food box, turning to a place where no one could see it, before he breathed a sigh of relief. She also remembered by chance that the Queen Mother told them to "don't humiliate their faces", so she had the courage to say that.

The boast had already been spoken, and she had to go and prepare the tea, which would be served at the end of the lecture, so that the day's business could be finished.

As soon as the corners of her skirt disappeared outside the door, Tuoba Hong, who had been sitting upright, gently twisted the gold leaf inlaid on the jade brocade belt with her right hand. The gold leaf reflected the bright sunlight, casting a spot of light on the wall, and then quickly disappeared.

Inside the palace maid standing with her hands hanging outside the door, someone saw the fleeting spot of light and quietly retreated.

Feng Miao inquired all the way before finding the imperial dining room. She pulled out a big eunuch from the oil smoke and mist, and asked with a smile, "Uncle, where can I boil water and make tea?" ”

The overly round Shangshan eunuch was pulled out by his sleeves, and he was originally a little angry, but when he saw that it was a little girl with a smile, that bit of anger immediately disappeared, "Girl, I don't know what you want to use, the imperial dining room is so big, you can see for yourself." ”

Feng Miao smiled and thanked her, and walked around the imperial dining room. It was the first time she had entered the royal dining room, and there were more things in it than in her own kitchen. There are large cauldrons, slender bamboo chopsticks for frying, and even small jars for fish sauce, but there is nothing suitable for making tea.

She frowned and pouted, what she said had to be fulfilled. There was a dry itch in her throat, she covered her mouth and coughed, and suddenly remembered a place.

Just as she was about to ask for directions, a slightly cold hand tugged on her wrist, and a soft female voice said, "Follow me." ”

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