The eldest princess is a captive and the abstinent official is seductive

Chapter 85 She is the only king in this world

After all, Wen Jin was not made to kneel for too long.

Yan Qing knew very well that this guy was really stubborn. Not to mention kneeling, he would not change his mind even if he was beaten to pieces.

The tea on the table was cold. Yan Qing sat aside and said lightly: "Wen Jin."

The person who was wandering outside was pulled back by these two words. His soul returned to its place instantly and looked up at Yan Qing.

"Go and make a pot of tea for me." Yan Qing's eyes fell on the book, and he seemed to inadvertently order, "The tea leaves and tea sets are with the people in the Fengwang Mansion."

Wen Jin was half a beat late to respond, and a light appeared in his eyes. Only the word "yes" was half stuck in his throat and couldn't be spit out. The heat in his lungs rolled, and he responded to the word in a low voice.

Wen Jin stood up, exhaled lightly, and walked out along the garden path. Yan Qing looked at his back, not missing his stiff walking posture.

Fortunately, the Chu imperial city was not too far from Dayong. He compressed the journey that originally took half a month by horseback into seven days. If it was a few more days, he would have simply tossed his life away.

Fighting hard to see him for the last time, and then dying without regrets?

Yan Qing lowered her eyes, okay.

Maybe she should try to find out the truth of her previous life. It’s not that she is biased, but she is such a stubborn person. She really doesn’t believe that he would collude with Yan Chen to plot against her.

Wen Jin came back quickly, holding a tray with tea and a complete set on it. A maid followed behind him, carrying a stove and water.

Arriving at the flower hall, the maid put down the hot water, bowed to Yan Qing, and turned to leave.

Wen Jin had learned a whole set of tea-making procedures in Suzaku City before. Tea ceremony can cultivate one's body and mind and calm people down from impetuousness.

I remember that in those days, he often had nightmares. After waking up in the middle of the night, Yan Qing would ask him to boil water and make tea. The kind of action that others did smoothly could become a punishment for Wen Jin.

The water was boiling on the stove all the time, and the same action was repeated constantly. He couldn't stop even if blisters appeared on his hands. When he could completely calm down and brew a satisfactory taste without distraction, the punishment would end.

In the three days after entering the court, Wen Jin would occasionally brew a pot of tea by himself when he had free time, but he couldn't taste the taste he wanted no matter how he tasted it.

The environment is different, and the feeling of tea entering the throat will not be the same.

The water was boiling on the stove. Wen Jin lifted his robe and knelt on the ground. He raised his eyes slightly and saw Yan Qing sitting over there reading a book.

It seemed that he could feel at ease when he saw her, and all distractions disappeared.

All the hesitation, uneasiness, anxiety and lingering thoughts turned into the peace and fulfillment of his body at this moment.

Once his eyes fell on it, he would never move away, longing to see the old man in the wasteland.

The water was boiled.

Wen Jin lowered his eyes and began to wash the teacup. He rolled up his sleeves and raised his hands calmly and elegantly. He had done this action countless times and was familiar with it.

When he was next to that person, he could feel calm and do it more smoothly.

Time passed little by little.

The fragrance of tea curled up and filled the entire flower hall, making people more peaceful and happy.

Wen Jin took the boiling water to rinse the teacup, poured a cup of tea, stood up and walked to Yan Qing, "Your Highness."

Yan Qing put down the book, reached out to take the teacup, opened the lid and took a sip, then put it aside.

Wen Jin pursed his lips and looked at her: "Does the taste suit your Highness?"

"Do you need to ask?" Yan Qing said lazily, "If it's not brewed well, you will be whipped."

Wen Jin breathed a sigh of relief, and his voice became softer: "If your Highness likes it, I will brew it for you in the future. Your Highness should not drink tea brewed by others anymore, because they are not brewed well."

Yan Qing raised his eyes casually, "Can you enter?"

Wen Jin knelt down with his eyes lowered: "I dare not."

"You say you dare not, but your words and deeds are clearly not the case." Yan Qing raised his hand and patted his face, "If I slap your mouth until it is swollen and you can't speak, let's see if you dare to say the right thing."

Wen Jin's tone was very gentle: "Wait until the evening, okay? I'll go find a handy tool to avoid hurting the master's hand."

When the word "master" came out, Yan Qing was startled.

After calming down, she asked, "What's your plan?"

Wen Jin replied, "It will take at least half a day to go back. If something unexpected happens, it's okay to stay with the master for a while."

"What about after a day?"

Wen Jin pursed her lips: "A day is enough to pull Yan Chen down from the dragon throne, and the master will take her and become the queen of Dayong."

"Your plan is good." Yan Qing sneered, "How do you know that I will cooperate with you?"

Wen Jin's eyes fell on Yan Qing's legs. The deep red Luan pattern skirt faintly exuded a noble luster. If anyone in this world is worthy of such a noble embroidered dress, there is no one except Yan Qing.

She is the Suzaku Goddess sent by the Lord. After Nirvana, she will soar into the world and challenge the world, so that all people will submit.

She will be the only king in this world.

She is in the clouds, overlooking everyone.

Even her eyes are a grace bestowed upon everyone.

Wen Jin has always known that he is just the most ordinary one among the crowd, even humble and lowly, and he doesn't even have the courage to touch her skirt.

But every night he fantasizes about getting closer to her, closer, even if he kneels in front of her every day, as long as he can see her, hear her voice, and breathe the same air with her... he can deceive himself that he actually has her.

"I haven't heard you play the piano for a long time."

Wen Jin remained silent and responded meekly: "I just want to find a piano and play a piece of music for His Highness."

Yan Qing hummed and let him go.

So Wen Jin stood up and left again.

Yan Qing took the tea cup and sipped it lightly. It had been a long time since she had drunk the tea brewed by Wen Jin. The taste was indeed unmatched by others.

Wen Jin went directly to Ji Weiyu and explained the purpose of his visit. Ji Weiyu looked very ugly: "You will make tea for a while, and I will bring you the best tea sets and tea leaves. You will play the piano for a while. Want to borrow my piano? What, Mr. Wen, are you eager to win favor? Or are you eager to please His Highness and make Him look at you differently? "

Wen Jin's eyes fell on his neck and her voice was very low: "You have already experienced the death threat once, do you want to try it a second time?"

"You!" Ji Weiyu sneered, "The gentle and powerful minister of the Yong Dynasty who is most trusted by the emperor, I don't believe you dare to cause chaos in the Chu Kingdom."

Wen Jin said: "You don't have to expect too much from me, I can do anything."

"Wen Jin." Ji Weiyu's expression was slightly restrained, and the color in his eyes was cold, "Do you know what His Highness has experienced in Suzaku City in the three years since you entered the court? Do you know how His Highness's superb poison skills came from ? Do you know that there are still scars on His Highness’ arm that cannot be removed? "

Wen Jin's eyes narrowed slightly, her expression condensed a little bit, and her hands hanging by her sides clenched tightly involuntarily.

"You don't know anything." Ji Weiyu smiled with malice, "Langya and I know, and Lu Ming also knows, but you are kept in the dark. Do you really think you have a lot of weight, His Highness? You are just being sentimental. That’s all.”

After saying this, Ji Weiyu turned and left.

Wen Jin stood frozen for a moment, raised his eyes slightly, and a look of violence flashed across his eyes. He flashed and reached out to grab Ji Weiyu's shoulders like lightning!

Ji Weiyu seemed to have expected that he would take action, so she took precautions early this time. She ducked to the side and nimbly avoided Wen Jin's attack. However, Wen Jin's attack missed, and the other hand was like a ghost, catching him off guard. He grabbed Ji Weiyu's throat and said, "Say!"

The voice was cold and merciless, and the murderous aura could not be concealed.

"You..." Ji Weiyu just spoke, and Wen Jin used force on her hands to roughly drag him up the steps, into the bedroom, and closed the door behind her.

The maid accidentally caught a glimpse of this scene in the distance, her face changed, and she was calling someone over, but she suddenly thought of something and suddenly ran towards the back garden.

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