Chapter 907 Sweet

After the emperor came out of the bath, he saw Lianhua shouting towards the door: "Little Jizi, is the water rolling?"

A reply came from outside: "Return to master, it's almost time."

What kind of trick is this?
Before the emperor could figure it out, Lianhua beckoned to him and asked him to sit on the table in the next hall, and she sat beside her, looking at the door with her head stretched out.

The emperor pinched her face and looked at the table. There was a big bowl and a small box of tea on it. Is this for tea?

Soon there was a movement outside the door, and Xiaojizi entered with a pot of boiling water: "See Long live Lord, see master, the plum snow water is boiled, and you can make tea."

"Open the lid and move it over." Lianhua picked up the box of tea on the table, and was about to repeat the same trick and pour it into the boiling water teapot.

The emperor understood at a glance that his little concubine must have picked the snow from the branches of plum blossoms today, and it was a good idea to make tea with him.

It's just that the method is really rough, and the momentum is like pouring it all into the pot.

He quickly took the tea leaves with sharp eyes and hands, and asked with a smile: "Do you want me to taste the tea made by Mei Xue?"

Lianhua nodded: "Yes, it is said in the book that tea cooked with snow from plum blossoms is especially delicious."

The emperor nodded knowingly: "My daughter has worked hard, let me come." He called out for someone, and fetched a new set of purple clay teapots for making tea.

Lianhua didn't understand why she had to take the tea set again, but when she saw it, she exclaimed that the tea made by the Lord Long Live was so beautiful, with his slender hands and flowing movements, he was such an elegant and beautiful man. Lost my eyes.

Seeing her staring at him in a daze with her chin resting, the emperor couldn't help laughing. He poured the brewed tea into two small purple sand cups, held one of them up in front of him and smelled it, and it was just right.

Then, looking at the person opposite him, like a modest gentleman, he handed the cup of tea to Lianhua: "Ninny, please."

Lianhua straightened up, looked at the emperor with bright eyes, suddenly a little shy, such a Long Live Lord is really exciting.

She raised the corner of her mouth, took the cup, took a sip of the tea, and then smiled at the emperor, obviously not focused on the tea.

The emperor couldn't stop laughing at the sight, took the unfinished cup in her hand, sipped it slowly, and drank it down in one gulp, commenting: "Sweet!"

Lianhua smiled, and suddenly heard that the tea was sweet, and Piaoyuan's thoughts were pulled back.

"Ah? Could it be that sugar was put in the water? It shouldn't be." She picked up another small cup suspiciously, and couldn't help but take another sip: "Master, it's not sweet."

The emperor's smile widened, and he couldn't help but leaned over to her, squeezed her chin and kissed her. After kissing her for a long time, he straightened up and continued to comment: "It's very sweet."

Lianhua's cheeks were flushed, this big villain was playing hooligan again.

She pouted and hummed angrily, but the corners of her mouth couldn't help but curl up, and she couldn't even press it down.

The emperor saw that she looked so charming and charming, and couldn't help but kissed her again.

The two stayed warm for a while, and when Lianhua came back to her senses, she realized that she still didn't know the emperor's evaluation of tea.

She couldn't help touching the small purple sand pot, and said in her mouth: "My lord, you are so bad. This is the plum snow that I asked someone to pick in the morning. I just want to make snow tea for you to drink. Let you have a taste." What does it taste like, but... ah, this tea is almost cold..."

Just as she was about to ask someone to bring in hot water to re-soak, the emperor stopped her: "It's still warm, it doesn't matter."

He took the pot, poured himself another cup, and took a sip slowly while Lianhua looked at him expectantly.

"how is it going?"

"Very good."

Lianhua smiled brightly: "Sure enough, Long Live Lord is just like Sister Fang, who can taste the good taste of this tea."

The emperor paused: "Concubine Fang came today?"

"Yes." Lianhua happily talked about Concubine Fang drinking tea, and finally said: "Master, Sister Fang said that she can taste the fragrance of plum blossoms, but I can't taste it. I think the tea made by Meixue It’s no different from other boiled tea, and picking snow is really troublesome.”

The emperor put down the cup: "That's right, I have the same opinion as my daughter."

"Huh?" Lianhua was stunned for a moment, didn't she just say it was good?
The emperor held her little hand in his palm, looked at her and said, "It's just that the literati follow suit. The water for making tea is very particular. The clear and sweet spring in the mountains is the best, and the water in the heart of the river is the second..." Talk to her Let's start with the way of making tea.

Lianhua was ignorant, but she understood the last sentence and felt it made sense.

She nodded deeply: "Master, you are right. It turns out that the rootless water is the credit, and the plum blossoms are not very creditable. I have never figured out how much plum blossoms can smell when snow falls on them. If you want the aroma of plum blossoms, why not just soak them in water or make plum blossom tea?"

"Exactly." The emperor nodded in approval, "Therefore, there is no need to go out of your way to collect snow."

People in the tea ceremony with a keen sense of taste can taste a little difference in making tea with plum blossom snow, but for ordinary people, it is no different from making tea with snow, so there is no need to waste his little concubine's mind.

Lianhua understood, and she couldn't help asking the emperor to pour some tea for her to taste.

She made sure again, um, still didn't taste any plum fragrance.

Putting down the teacup, she solemnly came to a conclusion, and said to herself: "It turns out that books are also foolish. Cooking tea with plum blossoms and snow is just a matter of eating and doing nothing. It also makes Xiao Jizi and the others tired. Only fools can do it with cold feet."

Seeing her cute appearance, the emperor couldn't help laughing heartily, his chest trembled, and finally looked at her with deep meaning and echoed: "Well, only a fool can do it."

"Isn't that right?" Lianhua also narrowed her eyes with a smile, and suddenly realized something was wrong, ah, Long Live Lord is calling her a fool!
Seeing that the emperor poured tea for herself again, she snatched the cup from the emperor's hand angrily, and glared at it: "It's not good to drink too much tea at night, I'd better not drink it, huh."

The emperor laughed even louder.

After laughing and making a fuss, the emperor thought about another matter. It was time to think about where Fang Qingyun was going...

Moon Palace.

"Jin Xi, haven't you seen that maid named Xia Liu today?" Concubine Fang was dressed in her pajamas and her long hair was loose, and she was ready to go to bed under Jin Xi's service.

Jin Xi put half of the tranquilizing incense into the censer, and put the censer in a corner, and green smoke rose up. She looked at it, and found that the fragrance slowly penetrated to the side of the bed, but it was not too close to be too strong and intoxicating.

She turned around and said: "Master, you have asked this question ten times. This servant has thought about it carefully, but I really have no impression. This servant must have never seen her before."

Concubine Fang covered her body with the soft quilt, and folded her hands on the quilt. This question kept lingering in her mind, and she always felt a little uneasy, but she couldn't remember where she had seen this maid.

(End of this chapter)

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