Qin Hu

Chapter 91 The father loses the cub, tea doesn't feel bad!
"Uh-huh……"

Zhao Zihu's reprimand to Ying Zheng was a nod of kindness.

It's just that if you are too obedient, you will look perfunctory and lacking in excitement.

Ying Zhengdan's phoenix eyes narrowed slightly, and he kept opening and closing his palms, as if he wanted to make a trick to sacrifice something.

Meng Yi, who was accompanying him, noticed that a horsewhip inlaid with gold and jade, with a simple and simple shape... had appeared in his hand, and seemed to be summoned, and it would turn into a streamer at any time and fly into Ying Zheng's palm.

"If you dare to put on such a cowardly face again, I will beat you up in front of the three princes and nine ministers!"

Ying Zheng gritted his back molars and lowered his voice.

"Uh-huh……"

Zhao Zihu ate the stewed meat while subconsciously nodding perfunctorily, but halfway through the nodding, he finally noticed the evil spirit in Ying Zheng's eyes, and hurriedly put on a serious face and nodded heavily: "Hmm~!"

Ying Zheng shook his head helplessly, and handed the two rolls of cloth to Meng Yi, saying: "Collate and combine the two into one, and Zihu's memorandum shall prevail."

Meng Yi took it with both hands: "Wei."

Ying Zheng looked at the three princes and nine ministers who were very curious, and said with a smile: "After sorting it out, I will give it to the accompanying ministers for details. If you have any objections, you can go to the public. If you have something to say, I will reward Juelu very much." !"

"only."

Meng Yi responded again, knowing that he was impatient, he simply stopped eating, and directly asked the waiter to remove the food from his case, brought another roll of cloth, and began to sort out and copy on the spot.

Ying Zheng nodded in satisfaction, picked up the chopsticks again, and prepared to continue eating, but when he looked at the food in front of him, he found that there were only two plates of green vegetables left, and Zhao Zihu had eaten all the meat.

"Hiccup~!"

Zhao Zihu burped, put down his chopsticks and picked up his teacup to drink.

Then, the facial features shrank into a ball suddenly, opened his mouth and spit the tea back into the lacquer cup: "Uh~!"

But he forgot that what Ying Zheng drank was boiled tea.

Boiled tea with onion, ginger, orange peel, mint, jujube, salt... and even meat oil is completely a strange soup of special meow.

He is used to drinking fried tea, so he drank this strange soup suddenly, it would kill him!

"Go away, don't disgust me here..."

Ying Zheng still wanted to continue eating, but when he saw his disgusting appearance, he couldn't bear to stare and chase him away.

The first three lords and nine ministers were also disgusted by Zhao Zihu, and those with shallow stomachs saw him vomit, so they couldn't help but feel nauseous, their throats throbbed and they wanted to vomit.

I can't eat this meal!
Zhao Zihu was full and didn't want to stay here any longer, so he put down his teacup and wanted to get up and run.

But immediately, he seemed to think of something, so he forced his stomach to churn and sat down, shouting to the outside of the hall: "Runboerba, tea~!"

"only."

Responses sounded outside the hall.

Later, Zhao Zihu's personal servant entered and brought a bamboo jar full of wildness.

Zhao Zihu took the bamboo pot, and asked Ying Zheng's servant to bring a new cup and a pot of hot water, then opened the bamboo pot, squeezed some tea leaves, put them into the cup and brewed them with hot water.

"call……"

Zhao Zihu took a few sips of hot tea, and finally suppressed the churning in his stomach. After taking a deep breath, he said to Yingzheng seriously: "Father, after you set off in your royal car, my son met some immortals at the foot of Mount Tai. A master of Taoism."

"They saw Erchen Fengshen is handsome and elegant, and spiritual energy spewed out from the Tianling Gai. At that time, they bowed down and worshiped. They insisted on serving under Erchen's tent to help Erchen find immortals and live forever!"

Ying Zheng was already immune to his mouthful of running trains. At this time, his attention was all on the hot tea in his hand, and he just said casually: "It's a good thing to have talented people who work hard, how do you deal with it?"

Zhao Zihu saw that Ying Zheng was greedy for his tea, so he beckoned the waiter to get a new cup, put in a pinch of tea leaves, brewed a cup for him, and said: "I can't drive them away, so I can only reluctantly keep them in my account." For the guests."

"They said that there are three great fairy mountains overseas, called Penglai, Fangzhang, and Yingzhou, and there are immortals living in them."

"If you can find an immortal and ask for an immortal medicine to take, you will live forever!"

Yingzheng picked up the teacup, sniffed the unique scent of fine wood that is unique to fried tea, and said with a look of intoxication on his face, "Well, this way of drinking tea is back to the basics and simple, and it's quite elegant."

Isn't it just a taste of elegance, the next group of three gongs and nine ministers, smelling the refreshing and elegant tea fragrance floating in the hall, all of them stretched their necks.

I didn't eat any food.

His eyes were all focused on the teacups in the hands of the father and son.

Meng Yi, who was combing and transcribing the two copies of cloth, was also distracted by the fragrance of tea, and looked up anxiously!
Ying Zheng could sense the longing eyes of all his beloved ministers, so he took the bamboo pot Zhao Zihu had put on hand, handed it to the servant and said, "Make a cup for each of you to taste."

"only."

The servant took the order, took the bamboo pot, and went to make tea for everyone.

Zhao Zihu's flesh hurts unceasingly when he saw this small bamboo pot of tea, but he showed his tender face. Please entrust the widow who lives in the palace to clear up the tea trees that her family's caravan dug from Mount Wuyi and transport them all the way to Xianyang , picked and fried after transplanting live.

The output of a few tea trees, just such a small pot every year, can be said to be worth more than gold... No, it should be more precious than gold.

Fortunately, Yingzheng took his tea leaves as favors, and at least half a pot of tea leaves would be used up after a round of steeping.

It's purely the father who loses the baby, tea doesn't feel bad!
"There are rumors of fairy mountains overseas. I have heard people talking about them, but I don't know whether they are true or not... um..."

Ying Zheng ignored Zhao Zihu's pain, and continued with what he said just now, while sipping the tea in his cup, but soon he let out a muffled grunt.

I don't know if he couldn't bear the bitterness of the fried tea, or he was burned, his expression was like that of Zhao Zihu drinking his strange-flavored tea just now, and his facial features shrank into a ball instantly.

Zhao Zihu suppressed a smile, put down his teacup and bowed his hands seriously: "Father, there are rumors of fairy mountains overseas, and I think it must be true, otherwise it will not be groundless."

"Even if you are fabricating rumors, you should send people, stockpile food and fodder and large ships to help the masters of your generation, and go overseas to search for it before you are reconciled."

"If it's true, it's worth it. If you ask for the fairy medicine, you can live forever and enjoy the joy of this world of flowers..."

Yingzheng winked for a long time, finally got used to the bitterness of fried tea, and seemed to have tasted the sweetness, and praised with a long sigh of relief: "Wonderful~!"

After praising it, he turned his eyes to look at Zhao Zihu and said, "Do you want to live forever because you want to enjoy the pleasures in the world?"

Zhao Zihu said in his heart, if he was really lucky to find it, of course it would be so, otherwise what is the purpose of immortality?

Like you, burying your head in the papers every day, to be the king of the emperor's world?
Natmeow might as well burp as soon as possible, so as not to suffer the crime of falling into the endless purgatory!

He thought so in his heart, but he immediately changed his mouth and said: "Pleasure is pleasure, and Daqin Sheji should naturally be optimistic, otherwise he will become the king of a subjugated country, where there is no fun to enjoy, and thank God if he doesn't become a cow or horse for others!"

PS: If you can’t keep it, let’s be more respectful first!Continue to be a cow and a horse!
(End of this chapter)