Yangzhou people have the habit of eating morning tea.

Qin Lang and his entourage, as outsiders, have settled down now, and with the relaxed mood of visiting, they also want to try it in the countryside.

This is also why except for Zhuo Beibei, everyone else didn't eat in the morning.

……

"Qin Lang..."

"Hey."

Walking on the bustling Yangzhou Street, a group of four people was divided into two groups.

One group is Su Yupan and Zhuo Beibei, and the other group is Qin Lang and Gu Jin.

Su Yupan didn't really want to pay attention to a certain disciple who was on her, so she chose to walk in front with Zhuo Beibei.

A certain girl and Qin Lang followed side by side, originally a little happy in their hearts, because there were many young men and women like them walking side by side on the street, and they all seemed to be lovers.

But as the morning sky became brighter and brighter, Gu Jin had to care about the handprint on Qin Lang's right face, which was still a little red.

"What's wrong with the right side of your face?"

"Oh, this is... There were mosquitoes, and I slapped myself and accidentally used force. ”

"And what about the footprints on the left side of your face?"

"Footprints... It was Zhuo Beibei who kicked the quilt last night..."

“……”

Gu Jin was silent when she heard this, but her eyes flashed with imperceptible melancholy, and after walking with Qin Lang for a while, she skillfully pulled Qin Lang's sleeve while the two people in front of her were a little farther away.

“？”

“……”

Qin Lang turned her head in confusion, and the girl didn't speak, only handed a black handkerchief to Qin Lang.

"Sumire, this is..."

"Take it."

Qin Lang took it, and then Gu Jin took out a small gourd the size of an egg from his arms, opened the stopper, and dropped a few drops of colorless and odorless liquid onto the black handkerchief.

"This is the blood dew brought out from Biluo Valley before, you can wipe your face."

"Okay!"

Qin Lang smiled and unceremoniously gently wiped it on both sides of his face.

In fact, with Qin Lang's physique, Su Yupan's palm and Zhuo Beibei's kick could not cause him any substantial damage, but the red mark was not easy to eliminate, and there was no need to rub the medicine at all.

But from the care of Miss Sumire, Qin Lang always cherishes it very much, so he still wiped it on both sides.

"How?"

"Well, it feels... It's fine, it's greasy, it's slippery..."

“？”

No way? The texture of the blood dew should be similar to water, huh?

The girl was puzzled, and her heart jumped, but she found that it was her little hand that he quietly held in the palm of his hand.

Hmmm-

Gu Jin's ears were red, and she immediately pulled it out, and glanced at Qin Lang angrily:

"Crowd! Thou... You flirtatious! ”

After saying that, he ran to the front and became the third group of four.

"Ugh..."

Qin Lang, who was reduced to the fourth group, could only sigh.

He also suddenly remembered that in Da Zhou, it was not a very casual thing for men and women to hold hands in the court.

can only say that he is indeed half a "savage", and he is used to being at ease in the Tianshan Mountains, and some etiquette does need to be used to it.

But then again, Qin Lang's so-called "fine, greasy and slippery" does not exactly refer to the girl's slender hands.

"Hmm..."

Qin Lang took the black handkerchief that Gu Jin gave him, tugged, pulled, touched, felt it carefully, and finally determined one thing.

This seemingly ordinary handkerchief is actually made of the same material as the little socks of the Sumire girl he had the pleasure of touching, and it is spun from the silk spit out by the colorful moon silkworms unique to Biluo Valley, which is naturally beautiful and elastic.

Qin Lang put the handkerchief on the back of his hand, and stretched it hard, and the original pure black fabric faintly revealed a feeling of penetrating flesh, so that Qin Lang couldn't help but secretly praise this fabric for being a good thing after a long time.

"Qin Lang, hurry up."

"Oh, here we are."

Zhuo Beibei was urging in front, Qin Lang put away the handkerchief, sped up his pace, and followed a few people into a place called Forget Worry Building.

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Forget the worries is a restaurant that specializes in morning tea.

It is not clear whether it is famous or not.

Anyway, this morning, Su Yupan looked out of the window and saw this one.

From then to now, it is still crowded with guests, and such a popularity has naturally become the first choice for Qin Lang and several outsiders to experience morning tea.

"Of the four, please—"

"Is there still a place?"

"Yes, yes, yes! Just got out, please—"

Xiao Er greeted warmly and invited Qin Lang and his party to a table on the second floor, and in front of him was a simple stage, where the actor was singing Huangmei Opera.

"Red Flower and Green Tree ~Good Lang Jun~"

"Breeze and Bright Moon ~Pretty Girl~"

Qin Lang couldn't understand the play, but given the current level of literature in Da Zhou, the lyrics of this play were really not very good.

But fortunately, the tone of this morning tea scene is relatively gentle, it doesn't matter if you listen to it or not, it's good as a background sound.

"Hey, you."

“？”

One person sat on one side of the square table, and Qin Lang first reminded Zhuo Beibei opposite:

"You're on the stomach, eat less later, and save some for the silver bottle and Sumire, do you hear?"

"Huh."

Zhuo Beibei sneered, and didn't talk about Gu Jin, and asked Su Yupan directly:

"Do you need this seat for you?"

“……”

Su Yupan first glanced at Qin Lang, then looked at Zhuo Beibei with a slightly complicated look, and shook his head lightly:

"No, you don't."

"That's right~"

Zhuo Beibei proudly:

"Qin Lang, you don't need it, just leave some for Gu Jin later, the little girl is the time to grow her body."

“……”

Although Gu Jin was called a little girl by a little fart, she didn't have any opinion on this, knowing that the other party was actually a big guy who had lived for hundreds of years.

It's just that what makes her a little puzzled is that Her Majesty the Empress seems to be a little too humble towards Zhuo Beibei...

After all, Tianhe Sect is one of the three sects, and it is normal for Su Yupan to be polite to Zhuo Beibei for only three points, but Gu Jin feels that the empress's attitude can even be regarded as five points of courtesy.

In terms of identity or strength, it shouldn't be like this, right?

Could it be that there is some story between the two?

Gu Jin couldn't figure it out, so she simply didn't want to.

In Qin Lang's eyes, this kind of detail is even more insignificant.

"Su Yinhua" was originally just a county lord, he was still a weak county lord with mediocre martial arts, and it was normal to be polite to Zhuo Beibei, Qin Lang didn't take it to heart, just comfortably admired someone's pretended cold face.

“……”

“……”

Su Yupan felt his gaze, and wanted to say, "Look at me again, I will gouge out your eyes."

But when he thought of his current identity, he felt that this was really too much, so he could only continue to pretend to be indifferent, as a silent protest against his frivolous behavior in the morning.

However, in addition to these, what the empress is really entangled with now is Qin Lang's statement about the peace and happiness of her family and country in the morning.

Just because of these things in his mind, Su Yupan has actually been a little reluctant to give up all the way to the present.

Even Qin Lang said that the current empress, that is, her, is actually a Ming Jun.

But maybe it was because he was Mingjun that Su Yupan wanted to do better, and because of Qin Lang's words, he wondered if he should make some adjustments in governing the country in the future.

Just thinking about it, thinking about it, the sorrow gradually came to his eyebrows, until a man's voice suddenly sounded in his ears:

"Well, don't think about it."

“！”

"My words are quite floating, don't worry too much about it now, let's eat first."

“……”

Su Yupan looked sideways in a daze, and what he saw was Qin Lang's gentle smiling face.

Take a look at the table again, crab roe soup dumplings, shrimp roe wontons, blanched dried shreds, and meat dishes...... With the addition of an indispensable pot of "Kui Long Pearl", a table of standard Yangzhou morning tea has been served.

Su Yupan's index finger moved, and finally stopped being entangled and began to enjoy it.

Syllable...

By the way, a small wonton was also put into Qin Lang's bowl from the empress's bowl.

“？”

"Too much to eat."

Su Yupan explained lightly, and he didn't care whether Qin Lang believed it or not.

Anyway... Think of it as a little reward I gave him when he saw through my mind...

(End of chapter)