Huafanchunzhengming

Chapter 197 Banquet without a good banquet (3)

The light green flower paper reads: "Your Majesty, when he visited the imperial concubine last year, wished that the humble minister could do the work for him, but this year he is deliberately trying to get rid of the humble minister. What's the reason?
Is it because you are tired of it for a long time and want to change the taste? "

After Chonghua finished reading, he slightly hooked the corners of his lips, and wrote on it with the folded cinnabar pen:

"I used to have doubts in my heart, so I was careful, lest doubts would be added to doubts, which would be irreparable;

Now that we know each other well, I only hope that you will be happy, and I don't want to have nothing to do with others, and make trouble in your eyes. "

At the end, I added another sentence: "I will return after you have three rounds of tea fighting, don't worry."

Xiaotang trotted back holding the flower note, Zhong Weiwei smiled after seeing it: "In that case, I will discuss tea skills with Chen Shaoming."

Xiaotang poked her neck curiously to read: "What was written? Why did the girl suddenly change her mind? You are not afraid that if you are not present, those people swallowed His Majesty alive?"

Zhong Weiwei slapped her and said bluntly, "What are you looking at? You can't read."

He didn't explain to Xiaotang, and took him to Zhaoren Palace again, hoping to meet Chonghua before the banquet started.

Chonghua stood on the altar of Zhaoren Palace, his black and gold-embroidered imperial robe fluttered in the wind, his expression majestic and indifferent.

Chen Shaoming stood aside respectfully, talking to him in a low voice.

"Father!" He let go of Zhong Weiwei's hand happily again, and ran towards Chonghua.

Chonghua raised his eyes, looked at Zhong Weiwei and You again, a faint smile appeared on his lips, but it was full of warmth.

Zhong Weiwei saluted him, and his heart cheered for seeing him.

"I have already ordered you to compete with Chen Shaoming in the tea room. I hope you can improve your skills and win glory for the country."

Chonghua spoke concisely, with a calm expression, except for a pair of black and bright eyes, which were all wrapped around Zhong Weiwei's body.

Zhong Weiwei was full of tenderness and sweetness in her heart, she crossed her hands playfully to Chonghua, and responded with a drawn out voice: "Yes..."

Chonghua smiled, held her hand and left again.

Zhong Weiwei invited Chen Shaoming: "Please, Mr. Ming."

Chen Shaoming was a little uneasy: "After the Jingzhe Shouting Mountain Ceremony, when I heard that you were sick, my father scolded me severely, blaming me for not engaging in emotional disputes and insisting on pulling you to fight tea, otherwise you wouldn't get sick in the rain." .”

Zhong Weiwei didn't mean to blame him for this: "Come on, everyone is in the tea ceremony and is obsessed with it. If you want to fight tea with me, I also want to fight tea with you. No one to blame. It’s just my own weakness.”

She said that she couldn't blame him, but His Majesty the Emperor looked very bad when he saw him.

Just now, he had been explicitly and secretly signaled to him that if he dared to disregard the weather conditions and drag Zhong Weiwei to fight tea or something, his life would be killed if something happened.

Chen Shaoming smiled, and handed over the tea scriptures he brought: "This is the tea scripture of Dongling that I'm talking about. I heard it was written by a tea friend of the old man Hejie. I think it may be helpful to us."

The two walked and talked, and entered the tea room together. First, they discussed the tea scriptures, and then they lit a fire, ordering and distributing tea according to the method mentioned in the book.

I always devote myself to doing things I am interested in, and time flies by in the blink of an eye.

Zhong Weiwei and Chen Shaoming quarreled over an issue, and neither of them accepted the other.

Chen Shaoming slapped the table and stared, and his voice became louder and louder: "Cake tea and group tea are better than loose tea!"

Zhong Weiwei's voice was not as loud as his. Not to be outdone, he climbed to the table and stood with his hips akimbo, condescending: "Cake tea and group tea just don't have the fragrance of loose tea!"

The two stared at each other like fighting cocks, and both rolled up their sleeves.

The other palace people were dumbfounded, but Xiaotang was used to it, and said very calmly: "I can't fight."

A palace official stood outside and waved to Xiaotang. Seeing that Zhong Weiwei and Chen Shaoming had no intention of reconciling for the time being, Xiaotang walked out: "What's the matter?"

The palace man whispered next to her ear: "****** Shi asked me to tell Zhong Tongshi, Your Majesty drank a lot of wine, do you need to prepare hangover soup?"

The **** Shi is Shen Qi, and she asked Zhong Weiwei to remind Zhong Weiwei that Chonghua drank a lot of wine and needed to prepare hangover soup. In fact, she meant that Chonghua might visit other concubines.

That's the bad thing about being an emperor, it's like a piece of fat, and anyone who catches it wants to eat two bites.

Xiaotang was so anxious that her palms were filled with cold sweat, she hurriedly dismissed the palace servants, ran in and called Zhong Weiwei: "The eldest son of the emperor seems to want to find you."

"Don't quarrel, I'm doing business." Zhong Weiwei and Chen Shaoming were arguing, and didn't notice Xiaotang's hint at all.

She jumped down from the table and challenged Chen Shaoming: "There is no evidence for what you say, let's make gestures."

Chen Shaoming gladly responded: "Come on, who is afraid of you?"

Xiaotang couldn't explain clearly, she was going crazy with anxiety.

He wanted to step forward and hold Zhong Weiwei to explain it clearly, but Chen Shaoming started yelling again, and he didn't even give her a chance to speak.

In Wan'an Palace, silk and bamboo were noisy, Lu Chun rested his chin, silently looking at Wei Sang who was sitting beside Chonghua.

Wei Sang was wearing a light green embroidered silver chrysanthemum palace attire, with two green emeralds that looked like water droplets hanging from his ears.

With a shallow smile, she peeled shrimps for Queen Mother Wei for a while, and poured wine for Chonghua, very considerate and gentle.

As the saying goes, a dog that bites does not bark. Webster must have other plans for what happened today.

The more innocent Wei Sang behaved, the more vigilant Lu Chun became. She anxiously looked at the door. Why didn't the person she sent to Zhong Weiwei come back?

A palace man came in quietly and whispered in her ear: "The message has already been passed on to Zhong Tongshi."

Presumably Zhong Weiwei will come soon, right?

She would rather make Zhong Weiwei cheaper than Wei Sang.

Suddenly, a beauty surnamed He got up, walked towards Chonghua with a wine, and smiled sweetly: "I offer a glass of wine to Your Majesty, I wish Your Majesty a long life, and may the country of Li prosper and prosper."

Chonghua glanced at her lightly, then picked up the wine glass and drank it down in one gulp.

He Meiren was flattered, took a step back shyly, and was about to drink up the wine in the glass, suddenly staggered, fell down in embarrassment, just fell beside Wei Sang, the wine glass in her hand flew out, and the whole glass of wine was poured out To Wessant.

Everyone exclaimed, and He Meiren got up in horror, first she wanted to wipe Wei Sang with a veil, then suddenly remembered, she knelt on the ground and kowtowed to Chonghua and Queen Mother Wei to confess: "My concubine is disrespectful in front of the imperial court, please Your Majesty and Queen Mother The empress punishes."

Zhonghua was noncommittal.

Empress Dowager Wei glared at her angrily: "What's wrong with your hands and feet? Get out immediately and go back to your own palace to reflect!"

"The empress dowager calmed down, she didn't do it on purpose."

Wei Sang stepped forward to help He Meiren, and comforted him softly: "It's nothing, it's just a dress, just change it."

(End of this chapter)