After the three yuan and the third, the ministers angered the ceremony and the music collapsed

Everyone savored the tea carefully, and just now sniffed it under their noses, and a fresh fragrance of tea spread out, and it was refreshing after one sip.

This tea tasted much purer than the tea they drank before, and it didn't have those miscellaneous flavors.

But they are used to drinking the tea before, and some feel that the taste of this tea is a bit weak.

Those who like it feel that the taste of this tea is unique.

But the taste of this tea is the more you drink it, because the tea leaves are ground into powder in advance, so the aroma of the tea leaves is fully stimulated.

For a moment, the entire front hall was filled with the aroma of some tea.

"This tea is really fragrant. I will come to this teahouse to drink tea in the future."

"Yes, I will only look for this teahouse in the future."

"Dr. Tea, you have to learn Lang Jun's tea ordering skills well, and we will only come to your teahouse to drink tea in the future."

"That's right, you have to study hard."

……

Zhang Langjun smiled and nodded.

"Don't worry, everyone, I will try my best to learn Langjun's tea-ordering skills, so that you can drink better tea-ordering."

Jiang Zhao nodded in relief.

At this time, the storyteller also came, so Jiang Zhao simply pulled Si Mubai to sit down and listen to the book together, so that even if they found evidence by then, so many people would testify for him.

Zhang Langjun looked at Jiang Zhao who was sitting down to listen to the book, and asked.

"Aren't you going to teach me how to make tea, Mr. Lang?"

"You watched me do it before, and I took you to do it again just now. Now you have understood the procedure of ordering tea. Next, as long as you practice more and accumulate experience, you can also do it to my level."

Zhang Langjun has been immersed in the tea ceremony for more than ten years, and his experience is more experienced than hers.

She just learned it for a while in her previous life, and she is not very familiar with ordering tea.

If Zhang Langjun practiced a few more times, he would definitely be better at ordering tea than her in a short time.

The two sat down and listened to the book with peace of mind. They heard the night fell and the lights came on. Guessing that Nanny Ding had already prepared dinner, the two got up and prepared to go home.

Back home, Jiuqi and Wei Xiang had already returned home.

"You are finally back, Madam Ding has been cooking for a long time."

Nine Seven came up and complained.

"Isn't this to stay in the teahouse for a while and create an alibi?"

Jiang Zhao said.

"What alibi?"

Listening to their conversation, Wei Xiang asked suspiciously.

"You'll know in two days."

Jiang Zhao said mysteriously, making a fool of himself.

The main reason is that Wei Xiang will scold her if he knows now.

Nanny Ding came to invite them to cook.

The man who was looked down upon by the Hanlin Academy was rescued by the brothel boy and sent to the hospital.

Jiu Qi's kicks were quite heavy, if they were any harder, he would probably be disfigured.

And Si Mubai, when he scolded Jiang Zhao earlier, Si Mubai's heart was on fire.

That's why Jiuqi was asked to go to the brothel to block him, and then took Jiang Zhao to walk him over.

So just now Si Mubai also made a deadly move and greeted him fiercely.

Don't look at Si Mubai as a frail scholar, but his strength is not small.

His kicking feet are the heaviest. Even if there is no fracture, he will not be able to get out of bed for a while.

Now he is lying in the hospital whimpering, crying for pain.

The doctor in the medical hall was applying medicine and bandaging him, and sighed.

"Why do you have such a heavy hand? Alas, it may take two or three months to recover from lying on the bed."

This man showed a vicious look, wishing he could get up and beat Jiang Zhao right now, but he was kicked in the throat by Jiu Qi, so he couldn't speak, he could only groan.

When he recovers, he will never let Jiang Zhao go.

That bitch, when he recovers, he will definitely stuff her into the brothel, and let her taste what it's like to be a man.

He was the next second he started: "Alas, alas!"

Apart from his body, his face was the most seriously injured, and he didn't know if it would be disfigured.

Touching the wound on his face, his eyes seemed to be poisoned, bursting out hatred for Jiang Jiangzhao.

The doctor applied good medicine to his whole body, bandaged it up, went to the market and found him a soft sedan chair, and then sent the big Buddha away.

The person sitting in the soft sedan, although the soft sedan was soft enough, the bumps still caused him to feel pain all over his body, so he kept making the bearers slow down.

"Slow... slow down, slow down..."

Listening to his voice, it seemed like a ghost crying.

The bearers could only slow down their pace slowly, this was already their slowest speed, any slower would be a race against bastards.

The bearers complained in their hearts, why did they have such an unlucky guest officer?

But after taking over the job, I can only continue to slowly send back the unlucky ones inside.

The time it takes to pick up this job is enough for them to go three times.

The person sitting in the sedan chair was still dissatisfied, so let them slow down.

"You... slow down, ah...!"

The bearers looked at each other, and they all saw helplessness in each other's eyes. They wanted to throw the unlucky guy inside on the way, and leave him alone. A moth.

But the unlucky one inside was still wearing silk and satin, so he was not someone they could offend.

You can only slow down and slow down.

At this time, an eighty-year-old man with crutches and bad legs walked slowly past them.

They just watched helplessly as the eighty-year-old man with handicapped legs passed them and walked to the front.

This was a heartbreak for them, even an eighty-year-old man with handicapped legs could walk faster than them.

But the unlucky guy inside is still screaming that this hurts, that hurts, and his whole body hurts.

Until they reached the climax of the moon, the bearers walked to the destination he designated, and when they reached the gate of the mansion, they wished to quickly unload the sedan chair from their shoulders, and then rushed to the gate to knock on the door.

"Open the door, open the door, anyone?"

Soon there was an echo from within.

"Come on, come on, what are you knocking on, do you pay for the broken door?"

Sure enough, there are such servants as there are masters. His master is rude and unreasonable, and so are the servants at home.

As soon as the concierge opened the door, he saw a few bearers in shabby clothes standing at the door. They thought they were here to beg for food, and said disdainfully.

"Go, go, there is no food in the mansion to give you alms today, so go and beg for food elsewhere."

The bearer held back the anger in his heart and said.

"We are not begging for food!"

"Then what are you here for?"

The porter looked them up and down, as if they knew nothing but begging.

Several bearers held back their breath, pointed to the sedan chair not far away and said.

"Your master is injured and is lying inside. Go and help him out quickly."