Pillow wife: Emperor Shao, give birth to one

Chapter 1070 is the kind of taste he wants, can't be relieved and hard to let go

Under Ricky's guidance, Ji Liunian walked through the long corridor of the palace and walked into the gate inlaid with white marble.

Different from the grandeur on the outside, Shura's room is low-key and luxurious.

Apart from being clean and refreshing, there is a strong charm of ancient capital culture.

Ji Liunian has such an illusion, which is related to the interior of the room.

In addition to some well-known ink paintings, the furniture in the room is also quite antique, which is somewhat similar to the interior of his house on the water side.

Xu Shi heard his footsteps, and the Shura stood up from the sofa.

Even though he was terminally ill, his aura still gave people an extraordinary appearance and a magnanimous demeanor.

Shura nodded politely to Ji Liunian, "Please take a seat."

Ji Liunian also nodded politely, and sat down opposite Shura.

So face to face, next to not too far away.

Intuitively, Ji Liunian smelled a breath of life that was about to die quietly.

He looked at Shura's pale face, frowned, and said: "If Qiyue knows that you are seriously ill, maybe you will get the forgiveness and relief you want."

Shura elegantly started to make tea and wash the tea sets.

His hands were already beautiful, but now because he was much thinner, his phalanges became more even and slender, making them look a bit delicate like a woman's phalanges.

He removed the filtered boiling water and refilled the purple sand pot with boiling water.

With the fragrance of tea overflowing, the quiet room also gained some popularity.

Shu Luo poured Ji Liunian a cup first, with a lazy and casual smile on his handsome face, "I heard that in an ancient city like the imperial capital, most of them like tea. I adopted Xiao Qi when she was young, and she was like a tea. The little girl in the city also likes tea very much, and for a long time later, she would make tea for me, so after a long time, I developed the habit of drinking tea."

He paused, his dim eyes fell on Ji Liunian's face, and he continued with deep meaning and coolness: "Mr. Ji, try it, isn't the skill I learned from Xiao Qi not bad?"

Ji Liunian felt that the topic of the two of them today was definitely not about drinking tea.

He raised his hand to pick up the tea set with blue and white strokes, and stroked the pattern on the rim of the cup with his fingertips. It was Qing Dynasty celadon.

He raised the cup to his face and sniffed it. The Qingming bamboo leaves soaked in the spring water tasted fragrant but not astringent. It was the best tea.

He took a sip, put down the cup, looked at Shura and said, "Tea, not bad. It's good tea, but it's a pity that Qingming tea is difficult to preserve. Once it gets wet, the taste of the tea will be lost."

Shura Youlan's blue eyes didn't move at all, and he nodded lightly, as if he was talking with old friends for many years.

He said to Ji Liunian: "That's true. Just like me, Qingming has passed, and in about two months, it will be the Ghost Festival in your imperial capital, commonly known as Ghost Festival. Well, at this time in previous years, I would Arrange for the people below to do a sacrificial activity. This year, no need. I think at that time, I should have a drink with the brothers underground. It’s not bad after thinking about it.”

As he spoke, he picked up the tea set and took a sip.

The aroma of the tea is just right, not too strong, but slightly astringent when it enters the throat.

It was the feeling he wanted, the feeling that he couldn't relax and let go.

Ji Liunian looked at him, as if he saw the resignation and the ashes-like emptiness of an upright and powerful emperor when he was about to fall.

Not to mention how sympathetic he is to this person, but he may feel a pity that he is dead.

Ji Liunian said to Shura: "I'm sorry, I can't do anything about your current situation."

Shura naturally didn't expect Ji Liunian to help him.

(End of this chapter)