Holding on to the wooden door, which was slightly damp due to its obsolescence, Zhao Wuan stepped over the threshold and walked into the store.

Before he could stand firmly, the shopkeeper who had rolled up his sleeves nodded and stepped forward: "Guest officer, please come in! Don't look at the small shop, the tea in the whole Bianliang, except for the tribute to the saint to enjoy, there are few that sell as good as us! Gu Zhu purple bamboo shoots, Ya'an dew buds, Hugh said that Huainan tea, even Hui tea and sea tea are also everything, this guest officer, don't you come to a pot?"

Throughout the teahouse, the place is indeed not big, except for the counter, there are only twelve or thirteen tables, and behind the curtain is probably a private inner courtyard, and outsiders are not allowed to enter. Now there are only about half of the more than ten tables, and many people come to drink alone, including the shopkeeper who is running around and the shopkeeper who is behind the counter, there are only about 20 people in total.

Zhao Wu'an knew that this kind of teahouse looked old on the outside, but it was actually very mysterious on the inside, which was very different from the few small teahouses passing through in southern Xinjiang. Just by looking at the name of this tea item, you can get a glimpse of it, and in the remote places of southern Xinjiang, there are only two or three kinds of cheap tea that can be provided, but there is everything here. Looking at the people who sat down to drink tea, their gestures, taste in clothing, and no sense of vulgarity, obviously in this Bianliang City, they can also be regarded as the children of a big family.

This teahouse can be opened in the most prosperous place in Bianliang for more than ten years, and there must be a reason for its longevity, and the most real point is the grade. At first glance, it is just an ordinary teahouse, but the huge amount of money in it is very likely to exceed many people's imagination.

Zhao Wu'an naturally knew that every flavor of tea in this kind of store was amazingly expensive, so he didn't dare to squander it rashly, so he could only pick the cheapest Xiaolongjing and ask for three yuan. Rao is like this, and he also spent close to a tael of silver, which is really painful.

Seeing Zhao Wu'an slamming the door, a look of sarcasm quickly appeared in the eyes of the shopkeeper, but his tone was still courteous: "Okay, please sit down for a while, and the tea will come in a while!"

After all, it is very common for people who come to this kind of teahouse to spend a hundred taels of silver in an afternoon.

Sitting down with a touch of shame, Zhao Wu'an didn't have time to carefully inspect the environment of the teahouse when he heard a puzzle from the next table: "Oh, isn't this Zhao Jushi?"

Zhao Wu'an turned his head sideways and caught a glimpse of Jiang Lian, dressed in dusty white, sitting at the table next door.

His look of surprise did not seem to be fake, and the three pots of clay pots in front of him that were bubbling with mist also showed that he had been here for a long time. Zhu Yi, who was Jiang Lian's personal waitress, was carrying one of the pots in his hand, half-leaning over, and meticulously pouring tea for him.

Since saying goodbye in the inn, although Zhao Wu'an and Jiang Lian are in Bianliang together, they have not seen each other. Now I met by chance in this teahouse, which is really a coincidence.

"It's such a coincidence, you also come here to taste tea?" Jiang Lian smiled slowly, "I thought that there were very few people who knew about this place, and I was the only one who came, and I didn't dare to meet my old friends in Bianliang." But I didn't expect that Zhao Jushi also had such a Yaxing. ”

Before Zhao Wu'an could think of any response, the shopkeeper came over with an iron sand pot. There was a set of tea sets on the table, and after putting down the iron clay pot, Xiao Er didn't say anything, turned around and left, and was busy greeting other guests.

The teapot is divided into four grades from good to inferior, the best is glazed, and the green glaze is the best, followed by the black glaze, again the porcelain, and the clay pot is the thing that cannot be put on the table.

And the iron sand pot in front of Zhao Wu'an has a deep meaning. Hard to classify, iron sand pot should be attributed to porcelain, although the texture into the glaze, but the color and quality are very different, strictly speaking, it is difficult to get into the elegant hall.

Jiang Lian, who had three pots of fine green glaze in front of him, saw the appearance on Zhao Wu'an's table, and suddenly made a judgment in his heart, and couldn't help but smile and said, "Zhao Jushi is so Yaxing." ”

Zhao Wu'an tried his best to suppress the urge to roll his eyes, squinted his eyes lazily, and reluctantly responded: "Hmm." ”

Encountering Jiang Lian here was really an unexpected state of affairs. As originally planned, I went straight to the shopkeeper of this store, which was obviously full of difficulties.

Just as he was thinking about how to get rid of Jiang Lian, the other party came up without care, and said with a mysterious face: "Zhao Jushi, do you want to hear the origin of this shop?"

He sat down on the bench beside Zhao Wu'an without saying hello, and Zhu Yi silently moved the three pots of tea and the entire set of tea sets to Zhao Wu'an's table, and then stood aside arm in arm.

Zhao Wu'an only said one word from beginning to end, but it inexplicably evolved into a scene where the two of them shared a table.

Although he had a headache, Jiang Lian was high-spirited, and he didn't care about the eyes of the people around him, so he talked eloquently: "This shop, when the first emperor was there, was already the leading teahouse in Bianliang City, and before the promulgation of the new "Tea Regulations", it almost single-handedly undertook all the tea business south of Huainan. Hugh said that the ministers in the court, even Delong, who was as respected as the first emperor, also had to ask this shop for tea. ”

After a pause, a contrived look of distress appeared on Jiang Lian's face: "It's a pity, the good times don't last long." The emperor, who realized that the tea road was monopolized, immediately took measures, and as soon as the "Tea Rules" came out, it almost cut off the financial route of the store. Although it will not be closed down, the scene of the former courtyard has been diluted a lot, and by the time the first emperor succeeded to the throne, there were no visitors here. ”

"But," he waved his hand, pointing to the dozen or so guests sitting in the hall at this time, "there are actually quite a few people like me. You must know that authentic Shuangjing white buds can only be tasted in this store. ”

After that, he pointed to a blue-glazed pot in front of him: "Zhao Jushi, come and have one?"

Zhu Yi immediately took out a brand-new black-glazed tea cup from the tea table.

Zhao Wu'an hurriedly waved his hand and said, "No need, no need." ”

But it's a good opportunity to get some information. Seeing the look of disappointment on Jiang Lian's face, Zhao Wu'an hurriedly asked, "Then who is the shopkeeper of this shop, and how can he take care of an ordinary teahouse for so long in such a tense environment?"

"Well...... this" Jiang Lian deliberately lengthened his tone, smiled meaningfully, and asked rhetorically: "Do you remember that when Zhao Jushi was in Luzhou, he mentioned that there were still a few reliable friends in Bianliang?"

"Definitely. Zhao Wuan admitted. A son of an unknown family like Jiang Lian, who can still have no backer in the country?

Jiang Lian smiled: "I'm ashamed to say it, but in fact, this so-called backer——"

Before he could finish his sentence, there was a crisp sound of a porcelain cup breaking in the backyard.

There were not many guests in the teahouse, and most of them were drinking tea in silence, including Jiang Lian, only a few people were whispering. The sound of broken porcelain next to the curtain suddenly shook the words of everyone in the hall abruptly.

Immediately afterwards, a person who looked like a little second opened the curtain in a panic and rushed in: "Oh no, no good!"

Zhao Wuxin tightened, and an unprecedented sense of foreboding suddenly surged into his heart.

The little two rushed to the front of the counter and said hurriedly: "The account room, the account room, the shopkeeper has an accident!"

Behind the counter, the account room, who was concentrating on remembering the accounts, was stunned when he heard this, and a pair of cross-eyed eyes narrowed into two slits: "What did you say?"

Before the panicked Xiao Er could explain properly, a gust of wind suddenly rose from the door curtain.

Zhu Yi, who was still holding a black-glazed tea cup in his hand, looked at the empty seat in front of him and was stunned for a while.

Seeing Zhao Wu'an disappear in front of him, Jiang Lian was also stunned for a long time before he smiled bitterly: "Zhao Jushi, he is really not a mortal." ”

Zhu Yi bit his lip lightly, "Master......"

"I know what you're trying to say. Jiang Lian narrowed his eyes, "But, this can't be avoided." I don't believe in numerology, and I even firmly believe that man will conquer the sky, but you and I can't intervene in these things anyway. ”

Quite rarely, Zhu Yi said anxiously: "That...... Do you want to let ......"

Jiang Lian raised his hand, Zhu Yi was shocked, and the words he wanted to say stopped instantly.

Jiang Lian picked up a black-glazed teacup, got up from the table, staggered to the door of the teahouse, and leaned lazily on the door.

At this time, a customer made a list and walked towards the door.

Jiang Lian couldn't help but say, raised one leg, and kicked on the doorrail, blocking the man's way.

This guest has purple jade hanging from his waist, and he is obviously also a person who is worth a lot of money, and when he saw Jiang Lian behaving like this, he couldn't help frowning: "This gentleman ......"

"I don't care if you have any inexplicable reasons. My mother is seriously ill and my beloved wife is about to give birth, even if it is summoned by the Holy Lord," Jiang Lian glanced at him, with a fierce murder in his eyes, and said word by word, "Before the matter is settled, you are not allowed to leave from here." ”

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When he rushed into the backyard, Zhao Wuan actually knew that the overall situation had been decided.

But in his heart, he was always unwilling to give up this hope that was close at hand, so when he heard the little er's cry like a mourning, he rushed faster than everyone else.

is already in Bianliang City, games are everywhere, Zhao Wu'an has never relaxed for a moment, and he has long known that things will never develop as he hoped.

He can only keep going-for-tat with everyone, competing for that slim chance of victory.

Compared to the crowded teahouse, the backyard is much more empty. On the right hand is a thatched hut with a bamboo mat under the south-facing wall, covered with dried tea leaves. Not far from the bamboo mat, there is a water room with high water vapor. Further north, there are several small rooms, separated only by a wall.

There is no door to the water room, and if you stand in the courtyard, you can see that there are eight cauldrons in it, all of which are steaming hot. The two tea rooms in charge of measuring and brewing tea did not know what was happening, but they were still working with their heads, and their figures were almost submerged in the moisture.

Next door to them was an unpretentious, ubiquitous room. At this time, the door of the hut was facing outward, and the afternoon sun was shining obliquely, and Zhao Wu'an could clearly see the scene in the house.

The interior furnishings of the house are quite luxurious, of course, if you look at it in Bianliang, it can only be regarded as ordinary. A bed, a table and a chair, there is a book pavilion behind it, and calligraphy and paintings are hung on the wall.

The long table is next to the window, and in the sunlight, the hot tea mist rises in the green glazed tea cup.

On the golden silk nanmu chair, the elderly man was lying with his eyes closed, his chest did not rise and fall, and a faint trace of blood flowed out of the seven orifices.

Zhao Wu'an walked into the door and stretched out two fingers to test the person's snort. The body is still warm, but it is already exhausted.

He sighed secretly, "Is it really late......"

is only one step away from the truth that has been explored for many years, but someone arrived one step earlier than him and mercilessly cut off the signs of truth revealed.

Not sooner or later, the shopkeeper of the teahouse who just died at this juncture was undoubtedly the person Zhao Wu'an was looking for.

But nothing can be asked from the mouth of a dead person. The clues given by Garan Anxulie are broken, and now all he can do is find the murderer.