At this moment, in this situation, Huang Miaohao was completely confused. From ancient times to the present, women seem to have never lacked immunity to beautiful men. Before the other party could speak, Huang Miaohao felt as if he saw the bright sun in the evening, and the bright light in front of him, and there was an invisible air flow around her body. For the first time in her life, she felt the little jass in the miscellaneous books she read. What was the mood of a man like Pan An and Song Yu when she saw him? Looking at the other party’s long legs, the eyes that were easily confused, even exuded a capable and masculine beauty. Huang Miaohao, whose heart was like a rabbit, unconsciously slowed down his pace of moving forward.

The most fragile stage of a woman's relationship is on the tail when a relationship just ends. At this time, there may still be some fantasy in her heart, and she complains that she may not have done well in some aspects. An invisible thorn wall has not yet emerged. The fragile heart that needs to be comforted is easily taken advantage of by another man, but most of the time it is physical, and most of the time it is a deformed mental state of being broken and thrown. Even if a pig appears in front of her,

The chance of an injured cabbage being overturned will increase in a magnitude, which is almost the same as a hero saving beauty. However, there may be risks in hero saving beauty. In this case, as long as you don’t think about the so-called five human ethics, there is a broken thing in the family, and it is almost accurate to catch one by one. Who said that capturing a woman must capture her heart? Most animals have the most unforgettable two or three seconds left in their lives. At this time, there is no advantage, a bastard.

Huang Miaohao's mind was completely confused. She seemed to have completely removed the man who had just walked into the inner hall and didn't care about her from her mind. The man in front of her who was more likely to feel pleasure from the outside, through the smile squeezed out from the other party's warm eyes, made Huang Miaohao, who had repented, suddenly felt as if he had blinded some animal's eyes before, but she didn't realize that she had fallen into a quagmire that she might not understand yet. If this man had ulterior motives, her life might be ruined in the abyss and would never be reborn.

"He is mine, no one can compete with me."

This provocative word was spoken from the other party, and Huang Miaohao woke up from the irrational chaos, staring at the other party's beautiful white teeth, and exhaling a breath of sandalwood from the other party's plump lips, Huang Miaohao glanced at the other party's left and right earlobes in order to prove some of her thoughts, and the pair of needle-like holes on it made her immediately understand what was going on. She almost dared to conclude that the beautiful man in front of her was definitely dressed as a woman, and she seemed to have some inexplicable relationship with Wu Bo who had just entered. From the other party's tone, Huang Miaohao, who was so smart, found that there seemed to be a turning point in this matter. She mustered up the courage to say a ridiculous word that she had not yet felt over.

"What do you think of, let's see if you're going to kill you? What you said is not the final word."

At this moment, in the inner hall, there were two exquisitely crafted carved pine wood stern chairs, one left and one right, Huang Chenke and Wu Yonglin were sitting respectively. On the lower seat, there was a middle-aged man with sleepy eyelids and a face covered in wine. The man was Huang Bizhong, the second son of Huang Chenke. He slept in the middle of the night last night. He was pulled into the cold wind by the old man early in the morning and stood for several hours. He was hungry and tired, and his body seemed to be weighing a thousand pounds. At this moment, he finally sat down, and he was still caring about the etiquette of dealing with people on his mouth.

He narrowed his eyes comfortably, leaned lightly on a corner of the chair, and was dozing on his own. Huang Chenke coughed several times. Huang Bizhong twisted his body and changed from one corner of the chair to another corner, still looking desperate. In front of Wu Yonglin, family scandals should not be made public. Huang Chenke must bear it. After a pretty maid showed them tea, Huang Bizhong suddenly became energetic and took the bowl of tea without saying a word. He seemed to be still unsatisfied. Huang Chenke really had no choice but to let the maid next to him serve him a bowl of new tea.

"Please use tea by Lord Wu."

When Wu Yonglin opened the cover bowl, he was shocked by the "tea" with green onions floating on the noodles in front of him. There was even a minced ginger at the bottom of the bowl. Wu Yonglin closed his eyes and took a sip. There was a faint salty smell, and there was no endless bitter taste in the theophylline. Wu Yonglin suddenly became unhappy with the incongruous tea soup in front of him.

(The Jin people also cook tea with rice flour and other seasonings into a paste, which is called "cooking tea porridge", so that the bitterness of tea is covered up; in the Tang Dynasty, the tea cakes are ground into powder, add appropriate amount of salt, ginger, green onion and other ingredients, and cook them in a tea pot. Dongpo's poem says "thin wine is better than tea soup", which is called tea soup because in addition to tea leaves, there are other ingredients such as ginger, green onion, pepper, salt, rice, beans, oil and sesame, etc. It can be seen that the custom of putting these messy things into tea during the Song Dynasty was also passed down, but there must be a process for anything to pass on and change. There is only one stage for the popularization of this thing, so we don't have to underestimate ourselves.)

"Sir, please." Huang Chenke picked up his tea bowl and made a gesture of inviting him. Wu Yonglin, who was really hard to swallow, immediately turned his gaze for help to Dan Tai Yupin standing beside him.

Just as Dan Tai Yuping was about to talk, a hearty laugh suddenly appeared outside the door. He didn't see anyone before he heard the sound: "What a fragrant tea, I seem to be here just right now, neither too late."

"Brother, are you safe?"

"Brother Zhongfu, come here, the glory is shining."

The four hands were held together and held tightly. The visitor was disdainful to Wu Yonglin sitting upright, and completely treated him as air. The old man, who was about fifty years old, had three strokes of moustaches under his jaw, a new square scarf on his head, a green lake-colored patched jacket, a scarlet silk ribbon tied around his waist, and even a chessboard under his armpits. A servant next to him was about twenty years old, dressed in green clothes, with a pair of pig's feet on his head, holding two bamboo bowls filled with black and white pieces in one hand, and a large bamboo strip with a lid on the other hand. Compared with other followers, Mumu was rude, but his eyes were clean, which made Wu Yonglin on the side couldn't help but take a few more glances.

"Zhiqiu, I won't come up to pay my respects to Grandpa Huang."

This young man, who was not sure whether he was the attendant or his relatives, was about to come forward and sang, but was quickly caught by the kind-hearted Huang Chenke and stopped him. Perhaps because he felt that Wu Yonglin was neglected, Huang Chenke immediately introduced the two to Wu Yonglin who was sitting on the side. After both sides told each other about their names, the old man named Liu Zhongfu never looked at Wu Yonglin and sat down opposite Huang Bizhong. The man named Ye Zhiqiu was still holding a bamboo bowl and carrying a bamboo cage, standing behind Liu Zhongfu like a standing pine tree.

"Brother Chen Ke, it seems that some people don't like the bowl of new tea you made very much." Looking at Wu Yonglin, who looked depressed and looked painful like drinking medicine, Liu Zhongfu said without saying a word.

"Mr. Wu just returned to Shu from the capital, and this taste has mostly changed. Brother Zhongfu didn't remind me that I almost forgot about this. It's too dry and cold in the north, but it's not good to have pepper, but it's a sudden flash of old age." After Huang Chenke finished speaking, he immediately asked someone to bring a bowl of pepper that had been crushed into fine powder and placed next to Wu Yonglin.

Looking at Huang Chenke's enthusiasm that was unavoidable, Wu Yonglin wanted to cry. He did not come to drink tea, it was just a matter of killing people. This tea is not tea, and cooking is not cooking, which made Wu Yonglin completely regret coming here. Zhang San was also on the side, and found that Wu Yonglin had a look of embarrassment on his face. He hurriedly carried the gift carefully prepared by Wu Yonglin. Wu Yonglin hurriedly came up like a general amnesty and took the exquisite gift in a big box in Zhang San's hand, and placed it on the square table between him and Huang Chenke.

"Teacher, I always feel empty when I come to the door with my hands empty. As the saying goes, it is impolite to come but not to go. While I returned to Tokyo, I looked for a tea set for the teacher, hoping that the teacher would like it." After Wu Yonglin said that, he removed the square cover on the original big box, but everyone was surprised when they saw everything in front of them.

Four ordinary pottery red tea cups are surrounded by a small and exquisite teapot with traces but not outstanding.

Looking at Huang Chenke who seemed to have disappointment in his eyes, Wu Yonglin quickly answered: "Teacher, my tea set is called One Dragon Four Phoenix Partridge Spot. It is specially customized by someone. The tea brewed is also so famous. What is the name of Kung Fu Tea? The tea cooked in this pot is only enough for four cups. If you want to drink more, you can only wait for the next pot."

"A dignified magistrate is so stingy, brother, I have lived up to my entrustedness this time and brought you the 'Twelve Mr.' you have been thinking about day and night."

When Liu Zhongfu took out the set of tea sets with both name and official positions from the big bamboo cage and placed them in front of everyone, Wu Yonglin was stunned at the time. What was this feeling moving? He was completely impressed by the Wei Chao scholars and doctors' hobbies of tea.

The twelve gentlemen are: Wei Honglu (named Wei, who is in charge of "Honglu"), named Wending, which is actually a square table for a tea baking cage; wood is ready to be made, Li Ji, tea mortar (injected tea mortar); Jinfa Cao, Jinggu, tea mill; stone transfer, chisel teeth, tea mill; Hu outside, the only one (a gourd is not just one outlet, this is too vivid), water ladle (this is a water measuring tool, which should be half the broken gourd); Luo Shumi, Ruoyao, Luo (sieve for sifting tea); Zongshi, Zifu, tea broom; Qidiaomi Pavilion (Qi Diao is a duplicate surname), Chengzhi, cup holder; Tao Baowen, go to Yue, tea cup; soup pickup, new soup bottle (hot kettle for ordering tea); Deputy Master Zhu, good at mixing, tea stew (tea brush for mixing tea soup);

There are not many or few inside, and there are also four black horn tea cups. I heard that this thing is called the oil dip cup.

(Black porcelain tea sets are popular in drinking tea in the Song Dynasty, especially Jianzhan produced by Jiankang in Fujian. The way of drinking tea in the Song Dynasty changed to tea-making, and tea-fighting was popular. The tea-fighting soup was white and even. The black tea cup was easier to observe the soup and flowers. It is said that "tea white, suitable for black cups". Therefore, black cups were popular in the Song Dynasty and became the most classic tea set in the Song Dynasty. Jiankang porcelain has blue-black, sauce black, gray-black, etc. The most representative ones were rabbit hair cups, oil drop cups and partridge spot cups. Jianzhan was famous for tea and also died due to the change in the way of drinking tea. It is a utensil that is actually "born for tea".)

"Brother Chen Ke, how can there be no tea order? Why don't you take advantage of this tea and start first?"

"Brother Zhongfu is so good, so I will show my ugly appearance, so I started with Fan Zhongyan's "Song of Tea Fighting with Zhang Min": Spring comes from the southeast every year, and the spring warms the ice blooms slightly. The strange tea by the stream is the world, and the immortal Wuyi has planted it from ancient times. Where did the new thunder come from last night? Every family is happy to pass through the clouds. The buds are scattered with glory, jade is decorated with pearls and scattered with good trees. The harvest is not full in the end, but I only want the essence but dare not be greedy. There is an elegant method for grinding paste and baking milk, and the square is wise and the round is toad. The Beiyuan is about to offer the prince, and the heroes under the forest fight first. The cauldron is grinding the copper in the clouds, and the bottle carries the cool water on the river. The green dust is flying by the gold mill, and the purple jade cup is in the heart of the snow. The aftertaste is fighting the aftertaste. The light and light fragrance and thin orchids. During this period, the Hu can be deceived, and ten eyes can see ten fingers. If you win, you will be unable to reach the immortals, and you will be defeated by the generals. Alas, the Heavenly Stones, the master, is worthy of the ranks. The turbidity of the people is clear, and I can wake up after a thousand days of drunkenness. Qu Yuan tried to summon souls, but Liu Ling heard the thunder. Lu Tong dared not to sing, Lu Yu must write scriptures. In the vast world, how could there be no tea star? The father-in-law of Shangshan should not take zhi, and Mr. Shouyang should not pick wicked wicked wicked wicked wicked wicked wicked wicked. The price of wine in Chang'an was reduced by ten million, and the Chengdu medicine market was not shining. It was better to have an immortal sip, and he wanted to fly on the wind. Don't envy, the girl in the flower only fought against grass, and won the pearls and jade back."

"I have it here too, so I will use Mr. Dongpo's "Flowers in the Rain/Boat Night" to meet the scene: This year, when the flowers are in the deep courtyard, the sun is winding, and tea smoke is swaying. But there are green moss and fragrant grass, willow catkins and elm seeds. I heard that the west of the city, the ancient temple of the corridor, the first-class garden. There are national beauty with wine. The fragrance of the sky dyes the sleeves, and I linger for me. After Qingming Festival, there is no place for the remaining reds, so I shed tears for this. Autumn is late, and there is nothing to do with a branch, and I still want to go to me. Gao Hui talks about short scenery, and Qing Shang has no time to be beautiful. It is better to keep it, and give it to me for a lot of spring."

When Huang Chenke and Liu Zhongfu blatantly copied the poems of their predecessors and looked at Wu Yonglin without blushing, Wu Yonglin shook the folding fan in his hand, as if he did not take this so-called tea-fighting poem seriously.

"Is Lord Wu anxious or hot? I think Mr. Wu's body has just entered Shu, and his mood is probably getting hot." The reason why Liu Zhongfu wanted to embarrass Wu Yonglin was that he was a person who could not tolerate sand. Although he was invisible in the officialdom, he suddenly sat under the same roof with a notorious person. His jealousy of evil was immediately revealed. He was both a junior teacher of the official family, a teacher's knowledge and a teacher's chess. Liu Zhongfu was satisfied with the current achievements of the official family in piano, chess, calligraphy and painting for the rest of his life. Naturally, he did not take Wu Yonglin as a big or small local official seriously.

Dan Tai Yuping next to him was also blushed with an anxious face. Looking at Wu Yonglin who seemed to be completely helpless, Dan Tai Yuping, who could not help at all, could only be anxious. At this moment, a man behind him stuffed a ball of paper into Dan Tai Yuping's hand. The man was Huang Miaohao who was secretly paying attention to the situation in the scene.

However, before Dan Tai Yufei had time to hand over the paper ball he had just obtained, Wu Yonglin seemed to have a heart-to-heart relationship, and a song of "Six Envy Songs" by the Tea Saint Lu Yu: "I don't envy the golden trunk, I don't envy the white jade cup, I don't envy the people in the morning, I don't envy the people in the evening, I envy the water of the West River, and I once came down to Jingling City."

"It's really a heart-to-heart relationship."

Dan Tai Yuping looked at Huang Miaohao who was crazy about the side, and hurriedly unfolded the piece of paper, which clearly stated that the "Six Xian Song" that was just read from Wu Yonglin.
Chapter completed!