Chapter 474

Su Qinghuan also imitated murongchen's appearance. For a moment, they were speechless.

She just wanted to break murongchen's mind.

To become a man's counselor, you must first break his love thoughts.

Or, let murongchen give up the idea of being an emperor because she loves beautiful people rather than rivers and mountains.

But the latter is too difficult, and she has not reached the point of painstaking efforts. In order to pursue a man to brainwash each other, why bother.

Isn't it good to take what you need?

……

On the other side, Duan Feiyang has returned to the jurisdiction of the capital one step ahead of them.

It just happened that there was a heavy rain in Kyoto and he was forced to stay outside Fengtai temple.

Duan Feiyang looked at the rainstorm and called out bad luck.

"What bad luck! I didn't have a good rest."

Duan Feiyang swears and gets off his horse to borrow from the temple. As a result, a petite figure suddenly bumps into his arms.

"Ah..."

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Su Qinghuan looked at murongchen in amazement.

"Even if some mountain bandits see your clothes outside the carriage, they are afraid to think you are a poor and frustrated businessman. Who knows there is another world inside?"

There should be few kings, grandchildren and nobles who don't pay so much attention to ostentation, right?

In this respect, ancient people loved face more than modern people. Anyway, Su Qinghuan saw the kind of dignitaries with high toes and high spirit most. He wished to let the world know that he was superior in all aspects.

……

"It's better to look simple. It's better to do more than one thing. What does Miss Su think?"

"Yes, it must be safety first. The son of God can figure it out when he is young. He is better than most people in the world."

"Miss Su praised me."

Murongchen had seen that Su Qinghuan was also a fellow believer. Most women in the world were afraid that they could not connect with their hearts like her.

Murongchen could not help but have a trace of regret in his heart. Just thinking like this, the angular handsome face evoked a light radian.

Maybe it's good to be his counselor.

Contaminated with the feelings of men and women, but not pure enough.

Murong Chen's long eyelashes half covered the cold Feng's eyes, and his thin lips opened slightly.

"The tea in the inn was too bad before. Miss Su, why don't you try the new yuqianlongjing in Yongan Palace this year?"

"OK."

Su Qinghuan nodded.

She had known that murongchen should be a man with tortoise fur and elegant style, but when she saw murongchen open one of the desk drawers and reveal the exquisite gilded enamel carved box inside, she felt that she had been hit a bit.

This marvelous tea box can also be called a masterpiece of buying and returning pearls.

Even if the lotus leaf of Longjing before the rain is better, it may not be as valuable as the box.

……

"Since the son of God gave me tea to drink, I'll make a fool of myself for the time being. Let me make a cup of tea for the son of God?"

Seeing the man nodding gently, Su Qinghuan was not polite.

She took out the exquisite and vulgar rosewood tea set, and then arranged the tea cups in turn.

I don't know what water murongchen left here, but even if it is not a top mountain spring, it will be similar to the plum blossom dew in the first snow.

No way, people have money and power, and many servants are willing to do such boring and trivial work.

……

Su Qinghuan secretly sighed a terrible powerful class, but he didn't feel a bit of envy, jealousy and hatred.

She is a Qingqiu royal family, but their folk customs in Qingqiu are much more simple. There is no exploitation of ordinary people.

Su Qinghuan sat cross legged on the soft couch and gave murongchen three times of water according to the tea art of Qingqiu. Then he carefully picked up the cup and poured murongchen his newly brewed tea.

"Shizi, please use it."

The little fox smiled. She wore a plain Luo skirt today. There were cold plum embroidery on the wrist and skirt. The color was light yellow, so she couldn't see it clearly from a distance.

At the moment, the sleeves of the girl's wrist suddenly floated down because of the action of pouring tea, revealing a bright wrist like snow, lined with layers of cold plum embroidery, which made murongchen's eyes stop on Su Qinghuan's wrist for a moment.

"What do you think of my tea?"

Su Qinghuan's eyes were burning.

"It can be called top grade."

Not even great.

This tea is Longjing before the rain. It is naturally the best thing that can contribute to the Yongchang palace. It is no less than what is used by the holy people today.

Mu Rongchen's tea set is very thin. It makes people feel more relaxed and happy against the light green tea.

With good tea leaves and tea sets, it's natural to have a master of tea ceremony who knows tea.

Su Qinghuan's tea ceremony Kung Fu is profound.

What's more, she was born very beautiful.

Watching her make tea is also a pleasure.

……

Murongchen's eyes gradually darkened.

The man clenched the teacup.

His eyes fixed on Su Qinghuan, as if it were real.

"Miss Su, your tea skill makes me reluctant to put you down. If you stay with me and brew me a lifetime of rain front Longjing, I must not be tired."

"Shizi is joking again."

Su Qinghuan shook his head.

She looked at the handsome eyebrows and eyes of her predecessors, as well as her broad shoulders, and sighed in her heart.

"If I really become one of the women in the back house of the aristocratic son, I'm afraid I don't have the heart to make tea. I just think about how to pet, how to give birth to the future heir, how to step on the sea of corpses and blood, and become your only choice."

"The only one is that important?"

Murong Chen looked at the girl's lips, and her voice was slightly dumb.

……

"For people who don't need one, this is the most insignificant."

"But for me, I don't change a thousand gold."

Su Qinghuan lightly lowered his eyes and continued to pour a cup of tea for murongchen.

Her wrist was as white as jade, and her face was lined with curling tea smoke, with a kind of ethereal immortality.

Murongchen has a dry throat and hair.

But my heart is a little weak.

Maybe he can be strong - the woman in front of him.

But as Su Qinghuan said, even if she becomes one of her own backyards, she may lose her soul and become a boring puppet or a canary bent on climbing.

The more smart and beautiful a woman is, the more likely she is to be highly toxic.

……

Murongchen felt a touch of regret.

He never yearned for three wives and four concubines, but murongchen clearly knew that even if Su Qinghuan could accept three palaces and six courts and wanted to accept a merchant's daughter as his imperial concubine, he was afraid that he would have to go through thousands of difficulties and dangers, and even be advised by countless door Lords.

……

Murongchen thought of this and felt a little empty.

He has always been proud, and naturally he won't force others.

The man simply closed his eyes and didn't look at Su Qinghuan's face to avoid being disturbed.

"When you get back to the capital, I'll have someone place your house and shop."

"Thank you for your kindness first."