Yanjing, as the political and economic center of Yanguo, is rich and prosperous, and it is comparable to ordinary places. With the pro-government of the young British lord, the implementation of several good governance, the congratulations of officials from all over the country, the envoys from all over the world, and several avenues leading to Yanjing, it is even more lively and extraordinary.

After a long journey, with a body of wind and dust, against the arrogant sun, if there is a place to rest, let people drink a cup of tea, take a breath of turbidity, it is simply the enjoyment of the gods.

Therefore, the small tea stall next to the official road is actually very prosperous, and several prescription tables are always full of customers, so busy that the stall owner's feet do not touch the ground.

Standing at a high place, looking at the small tea stall, the scene was in full swing, the young man's originally cold eyes suddenly had a ray of warmth, "I remember, there didn't seem to be such a stall in this area before." ”

"The Holy Lord ascended the throne and repeatedly issued moral edicts, and the peasants in the suburbs of Beijing no longer worked day and night because of the reduction and exemption of taxes, and with some idle labor, they naturally had to come out to do things. Moreover, now the capital is prosperous, congratulatory from all directions, official roads everywhere, and pedestrians come and go in an endless stream. Set up a stall here, you can make money in a good way, and let pedestrians come and go, have more places to rest and stop, and you can show the prosperity and stability of the capital, and the virtue of our lord. ”

The young man pursed his lips slightly, as if smiling: "Jingyuan, we are out to relax, don't make it like you're going to be the prelude to you." ”

Shi Jingyuan smiled slightly, and said no more.

Yan Rin looked at the lively scene on that side, and suddenly said: "I've been out for so long, and I'm tired, let's go have a cup of tea." ”

"There are many and miscellaneous people in that place, and the body of the lord is ......," Feng Changqing, who was accompanying the guards behind him, stopped in a deep voice.

"With you, the number one master in the Ouchi, someone can hurt me." Yan Rin let out a long laugh, didn't look back, and drove the horse down.

Feng Changqing frowned, and wanted to stop it, but Shi Jingyuan called in a low voice: "General Feng." Then, silently, he shook his head.

Feng Changqing sighed, finally didn't say anything, and followed.

Shi Jingyuan stared at the white horse, the background of the young man galloping in the wind, and there was deep worry in his clear eyes. Your Majesty, are you still like this, longing to melt into the most lively places in heaven and earth, just to dispel the loneliness and coldness in your heart? Do you still have to look at the cheerful smiles of the people, the happy life of the people, to find a reason to live like this, smiling, and pretending to be happy? ”

When the tea stall was approaching, Yan Rin turned over and dismounted, led the horse, and walked forward. The eyes faintly swept over the resting pedestrians who were already in front of them, those who were busy and dusty, could not hide the smiles on their faces, and their bodies were drenched with sweat, reflecting the brightness and cheerfulness in their eyes. What does a peaceful and prosperous era and a wise monarch mean to the lives of the people?

He smiled wordlessly, but he couldn't see the sourness in his smile.

After a few steps, the owner of the tea stall had already shouted loudly: "Guest officer, please." ”

It happened that a few people and guests got up and left, she hurriedly stepped forward, wiped the table vigorously, and said respectfully: "The stall is small, the place is shallow and narrow, the guest officer is forgiving, please sit here." ”

When I got closer, I noticed that the stall owner was actually a woman, and she walked with a slight crutch, thinking that she had a disability in her feet, but her movements were faster and more agile than ordinary people. When she lifted her face and smiled, she showed a striking blue spot on her face. It was supposed to be an ugly girl who was annoying. But her voice was clear and loud, her eyes were clear and full of warmth, and her expression, with genuine enthusiasm and concern, made people feel close instead of disgust.

Yan Rin tied the horse's reins to the tree on the side of the road, and the letter sat down, and Shi Jingyuan had also arrived behind him, and quickly sat next to him, but Feng Changqing refused to sit, just held a sword and guarded behind him.

Qinggu naturally looked at the new guest, the young man in purple, with trimmed eyebrows and phoenix eyes, even if he smiled, it made people have a kind of majesty that they didn't dare to look at directly. The young man in white beside him was like a spring breeze, with a gentle smile, which made people feel indescribably kind. And the man in black standing behind the two of them was solemn and calm, which made people feel intimidated.

Although it is located in the suburbs of Beijing, and in the past few months of opening a tea stall, I have seen many nobles who come and go to the capital, and my horizons have broadened a lot. Qinggu still feels that such three people are not comparable to ordinary rich and noble people. Even the other guests sensed that something was wrong, and two or three guests who were at the same table with the two teenagers were at a loss, and hurriedly changed the table and squeezed elsewhere, not daring to share a seat with the two of them.

Before the change, Qinggu would definitely be at a loss, frightened, and extremely stage frightened. And now, she felt a peace of mind.

"Whether it is the respect of the Son of Heaven or ordinary people, as long as you have a normal heart and sincerely entertain, you can be regarded as the best boss."

She still remembered Brother Rong's previous admonition, so she smiled sincerely, stepped forward generously, put away the teacup that was scrubbed clean, and carried the pot to refill the water: "The roadside stall is only for ordinary tea, and it is a snub to the guest officer." ”

Yan Rin smiled and raised the teacup, ignoring Feng Changqing's frowning and disapproving expression, and ignoring the poison test silver needle secretly handed over by Shi Jingyuan, he took a sip slowly, and his expression moved slightly: "Good tea." ”

Yan Rin is in the palace, what good tea can't be drunk, this small tea stall on the roadside, no matter how good the tea is, it is always limited. However, after drinking a sip of tea, I only feel that I am relieved of sweat, which makes people feel annoyed and depressed, and there is a piece of comfort between the heart and chest, even the imperial tea in the palace cannot make people feel this way. He couldn't help but say curiously: "I can't imagine that a small roadside tea stall has such good tea." ”

Qinggu smiled and replied: "The guest officer praised, in fact, the tea may not be the best, but someone once pointed out to me, which kind of tea is most suitable for heat and sweat, dust is suitable, plus when cooking tea, the fire of the water is accurate, it can make people have a very comfortable feeling." If you really want to compare it with high-quality tea, the one on my small stall is not worth mentioning. Just because, on the official road, pedestrians, most of them are after a long journey, feel tired and tired, that is, the tourists who come out of the capital for an outing, after a long time of playing, will also be very tired, at this time a bowl of tea to drink, feel thirst quenched, very comfortable. Speaking of which, it's just the right tea, for the right people to drink, and it's not a big deal. ”

Yan Rin laughed unconsciously when he heard this: "Why don't you ask a university question, it is the emperor who governs the country, speaking of which, it is just the right thing to be done by the right person, this is the great Mingjun." In this way, a person who can cook tea well may be able to be a good emperor, the ancients said, governing a big country is like cooking a small fresh, maybe this is what it means. ”

Shi Jingyuan coughed vigorously a few times, Feng Changqing expressed his opposition to this presumptuous theory with a disapproving look, Qinggu was even more startled, the teapot in her hand was almost thrown to the ground, and said in a panic: "Don't make such jokes, the emperor is Mingjun, and we ordinary people are very grateful to him for his old man......"

Shi Jingyuan squirted out a mouthful of tea, if he hadn't turned his head in time, he would have sprayed Yan Rin's face.

Yan Rin almost went straight to the table, pressing his stomach hard, and his face was distorted with a smile: "He ...... old man"

"Yes, the emperor is the son of heaven, the reincarnation of the dragon, the emperor is in his life, no matter how young he is, he is still an old man, he has reduced many taxes for our people as soon as he is in power, and he has granted amnesty to the world, cleared up unjust prisons, and arrested several corrupt officials. The life of our whole village is getting better and better, and it is all the merit of the emperor. I heard that the emperor is about to marry the princess of Qin, and passers-by often say that in the future, if you form an alliance with Qin, Yan will be the most powerful country, and other countries will not dare to use troops against us casually, and we ordinary people will no longer be afraid of war, and no one will ever have a wife and children separated. The emperor has accumulated great virtue. In our village, every household has prepared lanterns to celebrate the word, as long as the news of the emperor's big wedding comes out, there is no need to urge, we will hang it at the door of our house to celebrate for our emperor. ”

Qinggu's words brought out the naivety of the countrymen because of the obvious lack of knowledge, and it was because of his simplicity that Fang became more simple and sincere.

Yan Rin listened with a funny expression at the beginning, and gradually smiled away, his expression was leisurely, and he didn't know whether it was sad or happy, after a long time, Fang said lightly: "Thank you." ”

Qinggu suddenly let out an "ah" in confusion.

"Thank you for the good tea." Yan Rin laughed loudly.

Qinggu smiled gently, and was about to answer something, when someone next to her called to add water, she answered, and hurriedly went over to say hello.

Yan Rin stood up, flicked his sleeves on the table at will, threw out a small gold ingot, looked back at Shi Jingyuan and said, "We've been out for too long, let's go back." ”

Qinggu was supporting a few guests, and heard a call: "The girl who makes tea, we can put the tea money on the table." ”

Qinggu was busy with her hands, and she didn't have time to raise her head before she answered.

When I was a little free, I turned around and looked at the table, but I was shocked, the golden light was ......

She was startled, ran forward, grabbed it, put it in her eyes, looked at it for a long time, still felt incredulous, stuffed it into her mouth again, bit it, and almost screamed in her tooth pain.

This kind of valuables was thrown on the table casually, but fortunately, the guest occupied an empty table just now, and there was no other person at the same table, and others did not pay attention to it for a while, otherwise they would not have to let people take it easily.

Just a few cups of tea, just give a gold ingot, which is too ...... Qinggu was dizzy for a while, raised her eyes to see, the three people in front of her did not get on the horse, pulled the horse, walked slowly, seemed to be answering a few words from time to time, and walked not too far, wanting to rush over to return the gold, but there were constantly guests calling here, and they couldn't ignore it, and they were stunned and embarrassed, but they heard a laugh in their ears: "Qing'er." ”

Qinggu was overjoyed, turned around and said, "Brother Rong, you came just in time." ”