The two figures gradually approached, and one of them wept and cried: "Tangerine, you have no conscience, so you don't come to see me, people are bored to death every day." After speaking, he stepped forward to hug Nan Tang.

"Hey, Nan Tangerine, you seem to have grown taller, why are you still growing?"

"Ahem, Sister Sampan, I'm here." Nan Tang is a little embarrassed, this Wang Sampan, actually hugged the wrong person, if it was a concubine, it was okay, but she hugged the gold owner, miserable, her own little life.

"Hehe, I'll just say, then this is." Wang Sampan touched his head embarrassedly.

Zhao Xinjiao took the first step and said: "I said sampan, this is the current Seven Princes." ”

"This look, I feel a little uncomfortable, I'll go back to my room and rest first." When the sampan heard this, his feet were a little weak.

"Okay, okay, don't be kidding, we have a distinguished guest here, why don't you take out those collections?" Nan tucked the sampan on the shoulder.

A few people fought all the way into the house, and the green tea on the wooden table had been prepared, and the tea was fragrant and warm.

"Beihuai, please." Nan Tang gently picked up the tea cup and saluted Beihuai.

Beihuai nodded and took a slight sip. The pure and fragrant taste is overflowing, and this bitterness is tinged with a touch of idleness. Taste this lamp, like the country is picturesque, spring and autumn backwards. Beihuai chanted the poem lightly: "The fragrant spring is a combination of milk, and the decoction is boiling." When I saw the crab eye splash, I saw the fish scales at first glance. The sound is suspicious and loose with rain, and the fear of smoke and greenery is born. If you still put Li Zhongshan, there will be no thousand days of drunkenness. ”

Nan Tang said: "Takeshita forgot to say to purple tea, and Quansheng Yuke was drunk and flowing." The dust is washed away, and the sound of a tree cicada is oblique. ”

Everyone laughed.

A sweet voice spoke: "Our teahouse is called Lu Yu, don't you think that poem by Jiaoran is more in line with the artistic conception?" Nine Day Mountain Monastery, East Fence Chrysanthemum is also yellow. The laity are full of wine, who helps the fragrance of tea. It was Yi Yujie, the somewhat childish woman who said.

Everyone slowly read along.

"I propose, how about we have tea and poetry?" Sampan suggested.

The crowd rose up and wrote poems one after another.

Somehow, Nan Tang seems to be a little drunk, really, tea can also be intoxicating.

suddenly remembered that in the past, when the four of them were still girls, they were stupid and didn't understand anything, but they all had their own personalities.

At that time, I could only describe it as boiling blood, I wanted to practice martial arts all day long, and whenever I saw injustice on the road, I would definitely draw a sword to help. Some are obsessed with nostalgia, stubbornly like blue, and have a persistent yearning for ancient gentlemen.

At that time, Zhao Xinjiao had a tall figure and a very vicious mouth, but we all knew that she was very soft-hearted. She is also the most realistic and calm one among the four, she can clearly know what she wants and what she wants to do.

At that time, Wang Sampan especially liked to bully herself, but she really had nothing to say to take care of people, although she was virtuous but not gentle, I have to say that she was the most filial one. The biggest habit is to count copper plates, and it is said that he has a sense of pride in counting them.

At that time, Yi Yujie looked very cute, like a child who didn't grow up, and even her voice was sweet and greasy. However, Nan Tang understands that she is very smart and protective, a little sensitive, and cares about others. Therefore, not only is the medical skill superb, but also the medical ethics are also very good.

In this way, the four of them are just like imagination, Mu Nantang, who is famous in martial arts, Zhao Xinjiao, who is powerful, Wang Sampan, who is rich and rivals, and Yi Yujie, who is rejuvenated, have all become reality.

Beihuai looked at the smiling Nan Tang, with a trace of bitterness in his heart, every time he tasted Pu'er, he would think of that woman who was soft on the outside and strong on the inside, gentle and simple. The slight astringency of the bitter pu is like the bitterness of longing in the heart.

This night, each with its own joys and sorrows, will pass away in the end.

It's better to be bearish.