Chapter 16

Although Mrs. Zhen didn't want to hurt her granddaughter's self-confidence, she didn't say anything, but she narrowed her eyes and secretly rubbed her small eyes when she looked at people.

Zhen Tingyun: "..." I feel despised, how can I break it? !

In the end, she was her own grandmother, and Mrs. Zhen squinted to look down on others. Zhen Ting couldn't say anything on her face, but she just made up her mind in her heart: she must study hard, and if she learned it well, she would also ask Mrs. Zhen to know what "three days of separation from Shi" is. When it comes to admiration."

For a time, Zhen Tingyun's motivation to learn Xiao was even higher.

The next morning, Zhen Tingyun finished writing five large characters in Yuanhui's room, and immediately came out with two bamboo flutes, preparing to give the Hsinchu flute to Yuanhui, and he would use the old one.

As a result, Yuan Hui only glanced at it lightly, did not take over, and asked her instead, "You just finished practicing your calligraphy, but you are still tense after thinking about it, which is not suitable for fun. Why don't you take a break first." After a pause, he seemed to I remembered something, and then asked, "By the way, what about the tea set that I asked you to buy yesterday? Have you bought it back?"

Zhen Tingyun nodded.

Yuan Hui then said, "Bring the tea set here first. I'll teach you how to make tea. After we have finished drinking tea, we can relax a little and then play the flute."

Zhen Tingyun secretly slandered Yuanhui for a lot of things, just thinking that he should learn whether to play flute or tea, so he nodded and turned to ask Liushun to bring the tea set he bought.

Because Zhen Tingyun took the gold from Yuanhui and quietly ordered Liushun to buy the tea set, this was hidden from Mrs. Zhen, so when the things were brought up, Zhen Tingyun and Liushun also quietly, as if The underground parties are generally fighting each other, for fear of attracting the attention of Mrs. Zhen.

Especially the small stove that boils water. Luckily, Liu Shun was used to working. He picked it up with one hand and carried it from downstairs to upstairs without making any noise.

Yuan Hui really couldn't see the sneaky appearance of these two people, and was a little unhappy, so he said: "Those who don't know think they are thieves."

Zhen Tingyun blinked, and the apricot eyes were round and cute.

However, her cherry mouth was slightly tilted, but what she said was very rogue: "If I am a thief, then aren't you the thief of her master?"

Yuan Hui: "..."

Yuan Hui raised his hand and rubbed his forehead, reluctantly endured it, and then pointed out Zhen Tingyun's attention to the water used for making tea: "The Book of Tea says that it uses water from mountains, rivers, and wells. Picking milk spring, people who roam the stone pond go up', of course, rain and snow water are often called 'Tianquan', which is very rare."

Liushun just now brought water from downstairs, Zhen Tingyun said casually: "It was raining a few days ago, but it's gone now, so I have to ask you to use some well water, sir."

Yuan Hui pursed her lips and only taught her to boil water, then poured the boiling water into the teapot, and poured it out - this was the first time washing the pot.

Seeing Zhen Tingyun's newly bought teapot, he was a little disgusted: "It's a pity that it's not a purple clay pot, and this porcelain is not good enough."

Zhen Tingyun lowered her head and washed the pot, only pretending she didn't hear anything—she didn't have the money to buy a purple clay pot! Good porcelain also costs money!

Then add tea leaves, and then pour boiling water into the pot.

Yuan Hui thought for a while, then said, "I'll do this."

Zhen Tingyun thought about it for a while and let him go.

Yuan Hui took it, raised his hand to pour the water, and flicked his cuffs slightly. The spout of the pot was tapped three times, and he said, "This is the 'three nods of the phoenix', which means respect from the host and guests."

After pouring, he raised his eyes and motioned to Zhen Tingyun to look at the position of the mouth of the pot, picked up the tea lid without any hassle, and used the tea lid to wipe off the powdered tea leaves on the water of the teapot.

With his movements, the aroma of tea seemed to come to his face, floating and smoky.

He said: "This is the meaning of the spring breeze."

If Zhen Tingyun understood something.

Immediately afterwards, Yuan Hui raised his hand to cover the teapot, then lifted the boiling water and poured it on the pot.

The hot air rose up like a white mist, blurring people's sight.

Then, Yuan Hui started a series of movements, like flowing clouds and flowing water, extremely elegant. With his movements, the aroma of tea overflowed, like a small hook, which tickled people's hearts and noses. Yuan Hui kept his expression still, and waited until the tea soup was poured into the smelling cup before handing the cup to Zhen Tingyun.

Zhen Tingyun reached out to pick it up.

Yuan Hui said, "Don't worry."

Zhen Tingyun blinked, not knowing why.

Yuan Hui smiled: "Pour the tea soup into the tea cup first, smell the fragrance carefully, then hold the cup with three fingers and drink slowly for three sips."

Zhen Tingyun picked up the tea cup according to the words, sniffed the tea fragrance, then slowly picked up the cup and took three sips. After three sips, she didn't taste much tea, she just kept reciting the order of the points in her mind, and when she regained her senses, she couldn't help but sighed: "With so much attention, I don't even care about drinking tea."

Yuan Hui did not answer.

He took advantage of the situation and poured himself a cup, smelled its fragrance, took another sip, and sighed: "This tea is still not good enough. If it is a high-quality Longjing, its fragrance is like orchid and chestnut, and it is very clear."

After taking a few sips of tea slowly, Yuan Hui then taught Zhen Tingyun: "This tea ceremony is not only about making and using tea, but also about the tea ceremony - the position, order, movements, etc. must not be chaotic. You If you don't understand anything, people won't dislike you because of it, but they just don't want to talk to you about it."

"What Mr. said is reasonable." Zhen Tingyun drank the cup of tea in his hand with pleasure, savoring the taste, and complimented, "Listening to Mr.'s words is really better than reading ten years of books."

Yuan Hui was annoyed: "Okay, don't say that there are some... Since you've had tea, give me the bamboo flute. I'll teach you first, and then use this pot of tea after teaching."

When Zhen Tingyun heard the words, he put on a serious appearance, and bowed to him in a polite manner: "Then thank you sir for your guidance."

Yuan Huiyuan was still a little angry. Seeing her well-behaved appearance with low eyebrows and pleasing eyes, even though she knew it was fake, she still couldn't help laughing.

So, holding a bamboo flute, he tapped Zhen Tingyun's forehead lightly, showing a little smile.

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Yuan Hui and Zhen Tingyun are rare here

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, It is said that the group of the Regent's Mansion who are about to leave for Beijing soon, but the atmosphere is cold.

Several teams of guards looked cold and solemn. They wore long knives on their waists and took turns on duty. There was no sound or slack between actions, but they had been in battle for a long time. In particular, the chilling aura on the guards was clearly honed in the sea of ​​blood and corpses.

In such silence, a cold hum suddenly came from the room in the middle—

"I don't agree!" The young general Xie Qiuyan stood upright beside the table before his armor was removed. His face was stern, frowning at the person opposite him, his black eyes seemed to be lit by two clusters of fire, which were surprisingly bright. At this moment, his expression without pretense looks like the long sword of autumn water that he is matched with, and his words are even more sharp, "There is still no news from the prince, how can I go?! You have this opinion, what is your intention?"

Standing opposite Xie Qiuyan was a scribe in Tsing Yi. Compared with Xie Qiuyan's blade-like cold and sharp appearance and words, his appearance and temperament were plain and unremarkable, like white water.

In such a winter, the scribes in Tsing Yi still cling to a feather fan in their hands, as long as the demeanor is not the temperature.

I saw the scribe in Tsing Yi shake the feather fan slightly, and said slowly: "General, don't worry, this is also from the public heart, and it is the only way to survive in death."