White tea legend

Chapter 210 Hero saves beauty
It turns out that the distinguished guest who came to Xiangming Yaxu that day was a saint. No wonder his appearance was so noble.

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In the Li Dynasty, the country was prosperous, the culture was prosperous, and guests from all over came in droves. Small countries such as Goryeo, Silla, Baekje, Japan, Linyi, Niboluo, Pyu and Chutu all had close exchanges with the Li Dynasty and often sent envoys to Chang'an to pay tribute to show their friendship.

The saint attached great importance to foreign affairs. Whenever foreign envoys came to visit, he would personally arrange the reception to show the emperor's great kindness.

In the crisp autumn season, envoys from various countries came across the sea again to bring tributes to the court.

The saint ordered his servants to prepare a grand banquet and entertain the envoys from afar with the courtesy of a state guest.

The banquet was held in the Nanxun Hall. The Nanxun Hall has an elegant environment, surrounded by gurgling water and the fragrance of flowers, which is perfect for tea tasting and discussion.

The sage loved the tea ceremony and felt that tea art was a unique cultural feature of the Li Dynasty, so he intended to let the envoys experience it.

Therefore, on the recommendation of Jing Zhaoyin and various dignitaries, he paid a private visit incognito and inspected "Xiangming Yaxu" on the spot. At this time, he specially summoned Lu Yu and his wife.

That day at Xiangming Yaxu, the sage and Lu Yu had a great conversation. Lu Yu had unique insights into the planting, picking, making, cooking and even drinking of tea. The sage was impressed by Lu Yu's tea making skills and White Snake's brewing skills. The method of soaking jasmine dragon beads shocked the saints and the gods.

At this moment, the silk flags are fluttering in Nanxun Hall and the music is melodious.

The envoys were introduced into the palace and saw that the palace was beautifully furnished, the incense burners were humming, and the fragrance of tea overflowed. Lu Yu and his wife paid homage to the saint and were ordered to start performing for the Goryeo envoys.

Lu Yu held the tea set in his hand and looked calm. He first bowed to the envoys and then began to introduce the origin of tea and the art of tea art. His voice is calm and confident, and his words reveal his love and respect for tea culture.

Then, he started to perform the sencha.

I saw that the tea spoon in Lu Yu's hand was as agile as a swimming dragon. Every movement of taking tea, washing tea, warming the pot, cooling the pot, adding tea, flushing water... was just right and smooth. The tea is boiling in the pot, steaming, and the aroma of tea overflows, making you feel relaxed and happy.

Bai Cha assisted at the side. She gently fanned the bamboo fan in her hand to add charcoal to the tea stove, and promptly handed Lu Yu the necessary tea sets. The two of them cooperated in a tacit understanding, like a silent dance, which fascinated the envoys present.

Not long after, cups of green tea with rich aroma were handed to each envoy. The envoys picked up the tea cups, first looked at the color of the tea, then smelled the fragrance, and finally tasted it. They suddenly felt that it was sweet and soothing their throats, and they had endless aftertaste. They were full of praise for the beauty of tea art, and praised the Li Dynasty for its profound and profound culture.

When the saint saw this, he was naturally happy. He knew that through such cultural exchanges, it would not only allow foreign envoys to appreciate the cultural heritage of the Li Dynasty, but also deepen the friendship between countries.

The tea art displayed by Lu Yu and his wife pushed this cultural exchange to a climax.

After the state banquet, the saint organized a polo match.

In the audience, nobles and envoys from all over the world gathered together. Their eyes sometimes followed the speeding polo, and sometimes fell on the highly skilled players. Among the many spectators, Lu Yu, Bai Cha and a group of foreign envoys were also among them. They were attracted by the fierce competition on the field and couldn't take their eyes away.

In today's competition, Princess Shou is undoubtedly the most dazzling star.

She was wearing a bright riding costume, driving a horse, galloping like the wind on the polo field. Every swing and hit was accurate, demonstrating her extraordinary polo skills.

The audience cheered for every outstanding performance of hers, and even Lu Yu and foreign envoys couldn't help but applaud.

However, amidst the laughter and laughter, the expressions of Concubine Zhao Life and Concubine Liu Hua seemed out of place. They were sitting at the VIP table not far away, with unhappy faces and a hint of contempt in their eyes. The two of them whispered to each other from time to time, seeming to be discussing some ulterior secret.

Bai Cha captured this scene keenly, and her eyes quietly fell on the two imperial concubines. As a fairy who has experienced ups and downs in the Baicao Garden, Bai Cha is no stranger to the intrigues in the palace. She knew that the whispers of the two princesses were far from simple chats, and must have some hidden meaning.

Concubine Zhao Life and Concubine Liu Hua's whispers became more frequent, and their eyes became darker.

Bai Cha secretly speculated that they might be planning some kind of plot against Princess Shou. After all, in this magnificent palace, the struggle for power never stops, and everyone is constantly planning for their own status and future.

Bai Cha couldn't help but feel worried. She was worried that behind this seemingly pure polo match, there might be a battle about power and conspiracy hidden behind it. She sighed softly, thinking that if she could discern their plot, she might be able to take precautions in advance and avoid unnecessary troubles.

At this moment, the game on the field entered the final decisive stage. Princess Shou galloped her horse again, and every attack she made was full of strength and determination. In the audience, the expressions of Zhao Lifei and Liu Huafei became more and more nervous, and their whispers became more urgent.

In the end, after a wonderful duel, the team led by Princess Shou won the game. Thunderous applause erupted from the audience, but Zhao Lifei and Liu Huafei hurriedly left their seats amid the applause, their faces full of unwillingness and resentment.

Bai Cha looked at their leaving figures, feeling increasingly uneasy. She knew that this game was just the prologue and the real battle had just begun. In this glamorous court, everyone may be someone else's opponent, and there may be a sharp blade hidden behind every smile.

Amidst the celebrations of victory, this accident happened suddenly.

Just when Princess Shou was riding her horse back to the sidelines, ready to accept people's congratulations, her horse was suddenly frightened. Perhaps the cheers in the audience were too loud, or something on the sidelines disturbed it. This originally tame horse suddenly lost control.

It neighed, raised its front hooves, and kept shaking its head, trying to get rid of some invisible panic. Although Princess Shou was an experienced rider, she seemed a little unprepared for such an unexpected situation. She tried to calm the horse, but it was clear that the situation was beyond her control.

In the astonished eyes of everyone, the out-of-control horse rushed out of the field with Princess Shou and ran towards the edge of the polo field. The audience screamed and scattered, fearing for Princess Shou's safety.

At this moment, a figure quickly jumped down from the audience, that was the saint. Upon seeing this, he immediately mounted his horse and chased Princess Shou and her horse eagerly.

Princess Shou's horse ran like crazy, and finally rushed into the depths of a dense forest. The trees in the forest are lush and lush, and the sunlight casts mottled light and shadow through the gaps in the leaves. Princess Shou held on to the reins tightly, but the panicked horse kept jolting. Her body bumped and swayed on the horse's back. Finally, in a violent jolt, she lost her balance and fell from the horse's back.

At this critical moment, the saint came after him on horseback. His horse jumped up, as if flying in the sky, and reached Princess Shou's side in an instant. However, just as he caught Princess Shou, the frightened horses raised their heavy hoofs and stepped down hard on them.

A trace of determination flashed in the saint's eyes, and he knew that Princess Shou must be protected from harm. At this moment, he used his body to block Princess Shou without hesitation and withstood the fatal blow. The horse's hoof stepped heavily on his chest, making a heartbreaking sound of fracture. Princess Shou was pinned down by the saint, her beauty turned pale, and her heart was filled with shock and gratitude. She watched as the saint's face twisted in severe pain, and the pain of his broken sternum made him almost unable to breathe.

"Let's go!" The saint said these words with difficulty, his voice revealing a firm determination.

Princess Shou got up, tears welling up in her eyes. She wanted to help the saint up, but she knew her strength was far from enough. She looked around, hoping someone could hear her.

At this moment, some guards heard the noise and rushed over to rescue the saint and Princess Shou from the dense forest. The saint was seriously injured.

Although the accident on the polo field was handled appropriately, the saint's injuries were heartbreaking. In order to protect Princess Shou, he did not hesitate to pay the price with his life.

The saint was injured while trying to save the longevity princess on the polo field. His sternum was broken, his spleen was damaged, and his life was in danger. The doctors from the Imperial Medical Office were urgently summoned to the palace. They hurried to the saint's palace carrying medicine boxes and medical equipment.

The saint was lying on a gorgeous bed, his face was pale and his breathing was weak. There was a bandage on his chest, but blood still seeped out, staining the bandage bright red. The doctors gathered around him, carefully observing his injuries, and discussing treatment plans in whispers.

The saint's life hangs on a thread, and the imperial doctors are helpless and anxious.

Seeing the saint dying, a figure quietly walked into the palace.

That's white tea.

Bai Cha walked to the saint's bed and gently touched his forehead. Her movements were gentle and skillful, as if she had become accustomed to such situations. The doctors looked at her in surprise, not understanding what she wanted to do.

"Please get out of the way." Bai Cha's voice was low and firm, as if there was a kind of magic that was irresistible.

The imperial doctors hesitated for a moment, but still stepped aside to make room for Bai Cha. They knew that this woman was the rumored miraculous doctor at "Lu Yu Thatched Cottage" in Liquanfang, Chang'an City. She was not an ordinary person, and she might be able to cure the saint.

Bai Cha took out a slender silver needle from his sleeve and gently inserted it into the saint's acupuncture point. Her technique was steady and ruthless, and each needle penetrated the saint's meridians accurately. As the silver needle penetrated, the saint's face gradually became rosy, and his breathing became calmer.

Then, Bai Cha took out a bottle of precious ointment and gently applied it on the saint's chest. The ointment exudes a cool fragrance that seems to penetrate the skin and reach the internal organs. Her movements were gentle and meticulous, as if she were handling a priceless treasure.

As time passed, the saint's breathing became more and more steady, and his face gradually returned to color. His eyes slowly opened, with a hint of surprise and gratitude in his eyes. He looked at the white tea, his eyes full of respect and gratitude.

"Thank you." The saint said these words with difficulty. Although his voice was weak, it was full of sincerity.

Bai Cha smiled slightly and handed the saint to the imperial doctors.

The saint has not yet recovered, so Bai Cha and Lu Yu naturally cannot leave the palace.

Lu Yu was like an ant on a hot pot, but white tea was very calm.

Bai Cha asked Lu Yu to take a nap, and Lu Yu fell asleep obediently.

As soon as Lu Yu fell asleep, two mysterious figures suddenly appeared in the hall. Wearing black and white robes, with serious faces and cold eyes, they are the gods in charge of life and death.

The black and white impermanence fell in front of the saint's palace, and their eyes revealed a harshness and reproach. They accused white tea of ​​disturbing the rules of heaven, returning people who should have died, and repeatedly destroying the order of life and death.

"You are challenging the law of heaven!" Hei Wuchang's voice was deep and powerful.

Bai Wuchang continued: "Bai Cha, you must bear the consequences of your actions!" His voice was sharp and cold, making people shudder.

Bai Cha stood in front of them and said calmly: "Since the saint met me when his life was in danger, it means that his life should not be cut off. As a doctor, it is my duty to treat illnesses and save people."

After hearing this, Black and White Wuchang became even more angry. They waved the life chains in their hands and attacked Bai Cha. Bai Cha did not flinch, she pulled out the silver needle she carried with her and started a fierce fight with Black and White Wuchang.

Just as the fierce battle between the two sides was in full swing, a golden light suddenly flashed, and Bixia Yuanjun appeared in front of them. Her appearance made Black and White Wuchang stop attacking immediately, and they saluted respectfully: "Bixia Yuanjun."

Bixia Yuanjun smiled and nodded, then turned to Bai Cha: "Bai Cha, your medical skills are superb. It is the bounden duty of a doctor to save lives and heal the wounded. But you must also remember that life and death are determined by fate, and you cannot interfere at will."

"Yes, Bixia Yuanjun." Bai Cha replied respectfully.

Bixia Yuanjun said to Hei Bai Wuchang again: "You should also go back. If there are any consequences of this matter, I will explain it to the Emperor of Heaven."

Black and white had no choice but to leave. They knew that Bixia Yuanjun's words were unquestionable.

At this time, Bai Cha thought of Taimu, and she asked Bixia Yuanjun: "Where is Taimu? Why are you the only one here?"

Bixia Yuanjun sighed: "My great-grandmother has gone to the human world to experience calamity again. She always likes to experience the joys, sorrows and joys of the human world in person."

After hearing this, Bai Cha's heart moved. He didn't expect that Taimu Empress would go through a tribulation in the mortal world again. He didn't know if he would have a chance to meet her.

Bixia Yuanjun looked at Bai Cha's eyes and smiled slightly: "Okay, you should be a good person in the world. One day you will find your own way."

After saying that, Bixia Yuanjun turned into a golden light and disappeared into the sky. Bai Cha looked at the golden light in the sky, and his heart was filled with emotion.

"Ms. Bai Cha!" A woman's voice sounded outside the palace. She didn't know who was looking for her. Bai Cha glanced at Lu Yu on the bed. He was still asleep, so Bai Cha went out to see who was coming.