Don't run away

Chapter 1397 The Queen 22
Ye Qingyu said to the servant on the side again.

"Yes!"

The waiter nodded and bowed out.

"Your Majesty won't drink it, so I should drink this tea!"

Zhuo Hua smiled, walked up to Ye Qingyu, reached out to pick up the cup, and took a shallow sip.

The two of them were chatting with each other.

At this time, Lin Yiren came, carrying a tray in Jingdang, and walked behind.

"Kowtow to Your Majesty, Kowtow to the Imperial Husband!"

Lin Yiren approached and hurriedly saluted the two of them.

"Lin Guijun, please get up quickly!"

Zhuo Hua walked to his side and helped him up.

"Thank you, my husband."

Lin Yiren stood up, walked to Ye Qingyu's side, and put down all the things on the tray that Ding Dong was holding.

"This Qinghe tea that His Majesty wants to drink!"

Lin Yiren put the cup of tea gently in front of Ye Qingyu first.

"Ok!"

Ye Qingyu nodded slightly, picked up the cup of tea, smelled it first, then nodded and drank it.

"I don't know Lin Guijun, what's the difference between the tea you brewed for His Majesty?"

Zhuo Hua asked strangely.

"It actually made His Majesty unable to drink other tea."

Lin Yiren smiled slightly, bowed to Zhuohua, and then said, "Actually, there is no other beauty in this, it is just the dew in the morning, the dew on the bamboo leaves, the dew on the petals, and this Qinghe tea is made by Chen Siqing with fresh and tender lotus flowers, so it has a little more fragrance."

"It's so particular, why don't you say nothing?"

Zhuo Hua immediately shook his head and smiled.

"But it's also Lin Guijun's, so His Majesty can't drink any tea."

With a bright smile on the corner of Zhuohua's mouth, he looked at Lin Yiren without any malice.

There was also a slight smile on the corner of Lin Yiren's mouth, but he didn't say anything.

"What is this?"

Ye Qingyu pointed at the pastry on the plate on the table.

The pink pastry is like a lotus flower. The pink color makes people look like they are in a good mood. Sniffing gently, there is also a faint fragrance, which makes people move their index fingers.

"Lotus Cake!"

Lin Yiren hurried over and used the silver chopsticks to pick up chopsticks for Ye Qingyu.

Originally, what Lin Yiren sent over was an azure plate with small pink pastries on it, and against the color, it looked very tender.

At this time, she used the silver chopsticks to hold the small silver plate in front of her, which was also very beautiful.

Probably originally a culinary expert, so Ye Qingyu still pays great attention to food, the color, smell and taste must be complete.

Of course, if the conditions are not allowed, she will not be too harsh.

Yeqing picked it up and took a bite.

This one is really good. When I saw it at first, I thought it had a soft and glutinous taste, but when I tasted it, it turned out to be so pink, and it had a melt-in-the-mouth texture.

Ye Qingyu ate a few yuan one after another, drank another cup of tea, then took the wet handkerchief handed over by the waiter, and wiped the corners of his mouth.

"Your Majesty, do you want to drink?"

Lin Yiren asked again.

"Stop drinking!"

Ye Qingyu gently pushed the cup by his side to the side.

Unexpectedly, the cup fell to the ground.

(End of this chapter)