Slave to Queen: One Night Bride

Chapter 577 Praise
"Fourth prince, you can eat too."

He looked away a little, coughed, and said slowly: "Hua Rong, let me make tea for you too."

Hua Rong was taken aback, and slowly put down his rice bowl.

Only then did she see a set of rose red tea sets on a very plain table opposite Guqin.It was the high-quality goods produced by Jun Kiln that she had seen several times.They live on the elegant table just right, from the teacup to the kettle to the wooden spoon to the tea mill... everything is not bad.

"I studied the tea ceremony at home for a period of time. However, the way of tea requires attention and talent. Maybe, my talent is not very high, and I don't understand much. I just draw tiger dogs..." As he spoke, he was already sitting at the tea table.He stretched out his hands, which were a pair of hands that were no longer young. When a person reaches middle age, vicissitudes come uninvited.Fang Tian's big hand used to hold the halberd, but now it is a small wooden spoon, which looks a bit empty.His eyes were a little hazy in the fog of water.

He was wearing a moon-white and gray shirt with a Dongpo scarf on his head.At that time, Dongpo scarves were no longer popular. In the Song Dynasty, another kind was popular, such as the turban made of blue ribbons used by the famous Ximen officials, which was extraordinarily romantic and suave.However, he was no longer aware of this trend, and he hadn't been to the Song Kingdom for a long time.Even Hua Rong doesn't know what kind of other elegance is popular among Jiangnan scholar-bureaucrats now.

In their memory, there is only Dongpo scarf.

That is the memory of an era, staying in the most splendid and bright world of high material civilization in the Song Dynasty.

The water has already begun to boil, and there are "fish eyes" bubbles, and there is a slight sound, which is "a boil".He took a small jade jar, which contained extremely special tea salt, and he used a very small emerald green bamboo stick, like a layout, very carefully, considering the amount, and then added it.Soon, there was a light film of "biotite" on the water.At this time, Lu Wenlong also put down the bowl and chopsticks, stood beside his father, and watched his operation attentively.

"Dajin is bitterly cold, the cold wind is biting all day long, and people are wandering on horseback. When I was young, I studied under a Han scholar. He brought me many books. Only then did I know that there is another one in this world. The prosperous, rich and gentle township is completely different from Dajin. At that time, I hoped that I would grow up soon and be able to go to the Song Dynasty to see the paradise on earth. In fact, it was not only me, but also Emperor Tianzuo, the subjugated king of the Liao Kingdom. A well-known faint king, but he once said a very elegant sentence, that is, he hopes to be reborn in the rich and prosperous Song Kingdom in his next life..."

"Father, Song Guo is really that good?"

"Go and see for yourself, and it will be clear. Son, if you go there, you will fall in love with that place. It is a place that makes people want to leave. It has the best wine, the best food, the most beautiful girl, and the most touching dance music..." He was fascinated, "even, the best Sencha..."

While talking, the edge of the water was already bubbling like a spring, he smiled and said, "Hua Rong, is this the so-called 'second boiling'?" He looked modest and sincere, like a simple boy who is learning from a teacher.

Hua Rong agreed with a "yes", and then had nothing to say.

He was still in high spirits, first scooped out a ladle of water from the kettle prepared next to him, and then stirred the boiling water with a bamboo stick while throwing in the ground tea powder.The tea powder is green, crystal-clear and fragrant, tumbling in the boiling water, like groups of green elves singing and dancing enthusiastically.

"Hua Rong, is my order correct?"

She nodded, absent-minded, she was not as interested in the Sencha as he was.

Soon, the bubbles in the tea soup were already surging like waves, he was meticulous, and there was a little excitement on his face: "Hua Rong, is this the 'three boiling'?" Then, without waiting for Hua Rong's answer, he hurriedly added The ladle of water scooped out when entering the "second boiling" boiled and stopped temporarily, like a feast reaching its climax, but it added endless loneliness.However, once this loneliness is torn apart, it will be the most essential fragrance, which is the key to the success of a cup of tea.

Three rose-red teacups were placed on a clean table. The porcelain body was shiny and beautiful, and even Lu Wenlong felt this extraordinary beauty—Jun Kiln!Such an ordinary word has become such a magical beauty.Such beauty can only be rooted in the land of Song Dynasty.

Even though the Great Song Dynasty had such a foolish emperor as Zhao Deji and villains like Qin Hui, he was fascinated to think, why can people make such exquisite things?This is completely unimaginable in the Daikin where he lives.Immediately, the scenery is good. Immediately, is it more enchanting?

He moved his eyes following his father's hand without blinking. His father had already taken the wooden spoon, and the emerald green tea was contained in the white porcelain body. The three colors of bright red, emerald green, and white formed a strange beauty. .She is more alluring than the most beautiful woman in the world, full of a supreme style and delicacy, and also graceful and lingering.Lu Wenlong opened his mouth, unable to speak, only the smell of tea was lingering, and the whole room was suddenly quiet.

The dense water mist slowly faded away, and the three cups of tea began to appear flat and clear, quietly, like a lady in the prosperous Tang Dynasty who just stepped off the scroll.

Jin Wushu took the first cup of tea and put it in front of Hua Rong.This tea is called "Yunyong". It is the first bowl of tea soup in the entire Sencha, and it is also the best, and it will be reduced in descending order.Pass the second cup of tea to his son: "The tea is ready. There is a poem in the Song Dynasty that says, 'The turbidity is concentrated under it, and the essence floats on it', son, drink it while it is hot, and see how it tastes? Otherwise, once the tea When it's cold, the elite will be exhausted with the breath, so it won't taste good..."

Lu Wenlong couldn't wait, but suddenly remembered the etiquette that his mother taught him when making tea in the past, and he followed it rigorously.Jin Wushu looked at the handsome young man with red lips and white teeth, faintly, it was the demeanor of a handsome young man of a generation.He laughed, and then picked up the third cup of tea and took a sip slowly.

"Hua Rong, don't you want to try my handicraft?" His eyes were shining brightly. At this moment, Hua Rong looked at him in a daze, as if the famous fourth prince had turned into a pure boy like Lu Wenlong. Clean and sincere, without calculation, without viciousness, without any demands, just with a little longing, as if to get approval and belonging-ah, this "meaningful", how fragrant it is!
that is it.

Holding the tea, she finally tasted it slowly, abandoning all thoughts, just like tasting a cup of tea.

White fingers on the teacup of Jun kiln, rose red, pure white, intertwined, contrasting the gentleness of the mishaps - gentle as water, no wonder, people say, women are made of water.

Jin Wushu was calm and calm, and his thoughts moved from the prairie to the "Spring Breeze Ten Miles of Yangzhou Road". It was different - the women of Dajin were lavish, bold and unrestrained, but not graceful enough, and the eyes between their eyebrows were like men, branded with cruelty. and the women of the Song Dynasty, like the teacups of the Jun Kiln, are delicate, exquisite, slim and graceful-but they must be handled with care and carefully cared for. If you are not careful, the priceless artwork will be lost. Broken.

Because of beauty, so fragile!
However, the men of Dajin never dared to openly marry the women of Song State, because under that weak appearance, there were often hidden deep scheming and means, which were more powerful than men.This is different from the Jurchen women with thick hands and big feet.Because it is wrapped in a beautiful coat, it is even more unpredictable.

Such contradictions, such urgency, are why they are so yearning for the beauties of the Song Dynasty, full of cruel plunder and slavery.

Jin Wushu's eyes fell on those white hands for a long time, he thought, people's memory is really strange.Why do you think about it and repeat it over and over again, and it is the scene of "cutting a new orange with slender hands" in the teahouse in Kaifeng?

After drinking a cup of tea, the faint fragrance slipped moistly in the throat, and the fragrance between the lips and teeth dissipated, Hua Rong put down the teacup, and said lightly: "Fourth prince, won't Hailing trouble you?"

Soaring's thoughts were pulled back to reality at once, and what he faced were those vulgar topics again.Jin Wushu looked at the pot of water, the first boil, the second boil, the third boil... all have become a thing of the past, unable to boil, also powerless to boil!It turned into a pot of cold water, lost the lingering lingering charm, and even its fragrance was dispersed in the air, exhausted, and could no longer be found.The rest is just a pot of tea dregs.

A green jade basin was placed in front of him. Clear water and emerald green were a wonderful contrast. He put down his teacup and said lightly, "Hua Rong, clean your hands."

It was the etiquette at that time to wash hands before and after tea.In fact, he didn't need to follow it like this, he just thought that he might cook tea like this once in his life, and of course he had to be perfect.Or maybe it's just because this jade basin is too beautiful.

The entire basin is carved out of a large piece of jade, with a very rich peony on top, and a red carp on the bottom of the basin, they are both very gaudy collocations, but when mixed together, it has a different taste .

Hua Rong stretched out his hand, and his eyes fell on the red color at the bottom of the basin. As soon as he entered the water, there were ripples, and the fish at the bottom of the basin seemed to be swimming, so agile.

It's really red crisp hands, Jin Wushu was fascinated by it, and heard her soft voice: "Fourth Prince, your tea just now is really good. You are a genius, and a tea dish also needs a genius, very good. The tea is very good, Thank you."

For a moment, his eyes lit up, his brows were wide open, and he felt extremely relaxed.Tea and wine or meals... When the trivialities of life become art, it takes talent.Just like cooking, housewives cook at home every day, every month, every year, but very few become masters.On the contrary, some top celebrity chefs can make some exquisite dishes.That's the difference between eating and tasting.But, he thought, she didn't know that he had been preparing for 20 years of tea cooking, from the first time he saw Lu Yu's tea book, to the various tea sets collected by the Song Dynasty... just like a A prickly prickly pear prickly pear has been bred for a long time, but it extinguished within a day of blooming.

Such beauty, few people have even seen it.That's why people always praise Chunlan Qiuju.

(End of this chapter)